Roommates

The Righteous and the Wicked

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Tobias 
Early December

I select the playlist I made three weeks ago-- the one without any songs by my favorite band, because they all remind me of Tris-- and lay down on the couch, closing my eyes. I'm bored of this music, but there's nothing else to listen to. I have nothing to do, so I'm doing nothing. For the past three weeks, I've been pretty much just... existing. And avoiding my own dorm room as much as possible. I put in a request for a transfer to a new room last week, but my only option was with a female roommate. I declined. I can deal with Eric until they get me a room when the semester ends in a few weeks, as much as I hate him. We avoid each other well, anyway.

Zeke rudely tugs at the cord to my earbuds, and abruptly the music quiets to the point I can barely hear it as the earphones are pulled from my ears. "What the hell, Zeke?!" I complain. "You could have broken them!"

Zeke rolls his eyes. "And you'd go buy a comparable replacement pair for three dollars. You know these are shit, Four."

I scowl at him as I sit up. "Can't you just let me listen to my music in peace?"

My best friend rolls his eyes and sits down next to me. "No. And I will tell you why. Reason number one: that isn't your music. You don't even like this shit." I don't say anything, because he's right.

Zeke nods with satisfaction at my silent agreement.

"Reason number two: you're moping... on my couch. One day, sure. It's been three weeks, Four."

"Would you want to be home and around Uriah if he had slept with Shauna? You can't seriously blame me, Zeke."

"Don't even go there," he growls, and I smirk at him. I proved my point. "Don't give me that face. I love Shauna. You never loved Christina. We both know Eric and Chris aren't the reason you're still mad. Though I have to say, I still wouldn't want to see Eric, in your shoes."

"Are you done?" I groan, hoping this conversation is over.

"No. Reason number three: I am constantly inviting you out but you don't come. But we are changing that. I am going to a party tonight, and you are coming with me."

I stare at him blankly, then very firmly say, "No, Zeke. I will not be going to any party."

"Yes, you will. Look, Mar didn't invite Tris, so she shouldn't be there. You need to get the hell out and do something besides listen to crappy music on my couch or stare at your DVD collection trying to find a movie that doesn't make you think of Tris." I just scowl. Tris ruined zombie movies for me, too. "Tobias Eaton," -- I glare at him for using my given name -- "you are getting the fuck out of this dorm with me. Tonight. Maybe I should get you a purse and some pretty pink lipstick, because you are acting like a lovesick, heartbroken girl."

I look up so fast it makes my neck hurt. Well, that got my attention. I'm Four Eaton. I don't act like a sappy little girl. "Fine," I grit.

Zeke does a stupid little happy dance. How am I friends with this clown? "I knew I could talk you into it! And we'll get you good and drunk, you'll forget all about the shit you're mad about, and you can find some other hottie to hook up with." I roll my eyes but I don't argue. "Now get your ass up to your own dorm room and get dressed."