Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 | Mr. Hotshot // Tris POV

Agh, sorry for the late update. XD

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"Be strong enough to stand alone, 

smart enough to know when you need help, 

and brave enough to ask for it." 

-Ziad K. Abdelnour, 

Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics

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Tris POV

"So, are you guys good now?"

"Yea, we're good."

"Does that mean I can't beat him up anymore?'

"No, and you were never going to."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I actually do."

"Shut up."

"You can't deny the truth."

"Whatever, Tris."

"I got to go."

"No! Don't leave me."

"But I must."

"But you can't."

"But I can. And I will."

"Please?"

"Bye Christina."

"Ugh, I hate you."

"Love you too."

I shut my phone off and flop back onto my bed. I stare at the ceiling and trace the smooth ridges along the surface with my eyes. My phone sounds again. I turn over and answer, "Hello?"

"Ha. I knew you were lying." I can almost hear Christina smirking on the other side.

"I need to go to work."

"No you don't.

"Yes, Christina. I do."

"I still don't believe you though. Bye."

A second later I hear the familiar beeping sound signaling that she hung up on me. I roll my eyes, she always needed to be the one to hang up on someone else. The one reason she called me was probably so that she could get the last word.

I walk over to my closet and shrug on a leather jacket over my tight, black crop top. I add a little mascara to the edges of my eyes, though I can never do it as well as Christina. I wouldn't even be putting on any makeup at all if I didn't have to go and beg for my job back. I still wanted to surprise Uriah with the gift that I had mentioned to him earlier. And I definitely did not have that kind of money right now.

Glancing at the clock beside my bed., my heart stops. I was supposed to be there five minutes ago. I must've talked on the phone for way longer than I realized.

I quickly grab my phone and race out of my room. I hop into my black boots before starting to sprint to the cafe. All of a sudden I hear the sound of a car beeping behind me. I turn around and skid to a stop as I come face-to-face with the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life.

It was a slick black color, with not a single smudge to be seen. The wheels were over half the height of the car as the seats were so close to the ground. The headlights ended as the tip of a triangle, their red lights flashing before blinking off. Everything single angle was perfectly cut and smoothed out, and the top curved back as if the wind itself had cut it. It looked like something straight out of Fast and Furious.