Divergent High

Chapter 17: Tris

Hesitantly I open my eyes and look to see where I am. My mind races, I don't recognize anything about this place. I turn my head and see Four staring at me. I just have had an anxiety attack and passed out.

"Stalk much?" I say the same thing he told me just the other day. He smiles and hands me an ice pack. "Thanks, what happened to him?"

"Well, he'll live, in what condition? I can't say." I smile.

"Good." I say, he deserves it. Then I get really frustrated at feel like screaming or hitting, but is all too much effort, so instead tears blur my vision. Four wraps his arms around me and eventually I slow my breathing and stop my tears.

"Why was Eric there?" he asks in a soothing low voice.

"Well we used to date, but you knew that. Anyways remember that one day when you walked into the library and I was there?" I ask and he nods his head so I continue, "We'll had you shown up any later he would've raped me. I guess he came back to get what he didn't have." I say, tears once again appearing in my vision.

Four tightens his grip on me and I look up to his face, it has a stern look on it. "What?" I ask.

"He touched you." Then and only then do I see the anger I his eyes.

"Yeah, but you saved me both times, Thank You Four." I say hugging him.

"Don't call me that." he says.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Nothing... Yet" he says just nod.

"I should probably get going." I say and he nods and helps me up.

"I will drive you." he says and then I remember something.

"MY CAR!" I practically scream and he just chuckles.

"is at the school still, want me to drive you there?"

"Yes." I say not wanting to leave my baby in the cold.

~~TIME LAPSE SHE IS AT HOME~~

"Hey momma, I'm home!" I yell when I walk through the door.

"Sweetie! Mr.Eaton and his son are coming over soon, got put on something nice!" she yells from the kitchen.

"Okay!" I say and head upstairs to my room. I grab a black knee length dress, that isn't too tight or loose and complements the little figure that I have. I put on some eye liner and mascara and let my hair run naturally wavy down my back.

"Tris! Hurry up they will be here soon!" My father yells and I hustle down the stairs. "You look beautiful!" he says once he sees me and embraces me in a hug.

"Thanks Daddy." I say as I pull back from the hug. As if on cure the doorbell rings and I open it. My first thought is, 'How did I not see this one coming?'