Tris P.O.V.
I'm driving to the party with Christina. We're a block away from the party and you can already hear all the music. We walk the rest of the way. I wearing a black mini skirt with a black tube top, then I've got a jacket over it. I'm wearing a dark red lipstick with dark red eye shadow.
We reach Zeke's door and walk in not bothering to knock. The smell of alcohol and sweat fills my nose. I walk toward the kitchen and grab a bottle of beer.
Christina ran away somewhere, I drink my beer then I hear a husky voice behind me.
"Would you like to go dance." Without turning around I nod my head yes and pull the man to the dance floor.
I wouldn't really call this dancing, I was grinding against this man and he ran his hands down my body. I turn around and see Four.
He smirks and me and leans in and whispers
"Most girls can't move like that."
"I'm not most girls Four."
We keep dancing until a slow song comes on. I leave his side and go back into the kitchen to get another beer.
Four followed me, instead of grabbing a beer, he got a cup of punch. I bet that it's spiked with something.
"EVERYBODY WHO I DONT KNOW LEAVE, THW REST COME DOWNSTARIS." Zeke yells
Four and I follow Zeke downstairs. Along with Marlene, Christina, Lynn, Uriah, Shauna, Will, and Peter.
"So how about a friendly game of Truth or Dare?"
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Disaster(Under Editing)
FanficHigh school is already bad enough, but how bad is it with abuse, destruction, sadness, sickness, and death. Nothing is perfect, but it seems like Tris' life is worse
