A Divergent Turn Of Events (Funny Yet Fourtris Fanfiction)

Part 16

A/N - Here’s part 16, hope you enjoy

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I did go through and edit any mistakes, but only lightly – so sorry for the mistakes

{..................Tris's POV..................}

I noticed the panic settle in Uriah’s face as he slowly sat back down on the bench. Peter, Will, Christina, Al and Edward all stared on in confusion wondering what the hell I could possibly have planned.

All will be revealed in good time my friends.

“Mmmm I’m bloody starving, I don’t know how the hell I’ve resisted all this food for so long” I said, glancing around hungrily at all the delicious food set out in front of me. There were vegetables such as: carrots, peas and cauliflower; as well as meats like chicken, beef and turkey. Then there were the potatoes. Oh my god - the potatoes. Laid out in front of me was every style of potato you could possibly think of. There was smooth fluffy mash; thick delicious chunky chips; cute baby boiled potatoes; flat and rounded pancake potatoes and lastly but by far not least – the king of all potatoes, earning pride of place smack-bang in the middle of the table. The golden and crispy Roast Potatoes.

Unfortunately, since I was late to dinner and last to join, there was only bits of everything left; but that wasn’t going to stop me from stuffing my face with whatever I can, I’m absolutely ravenous.

“Probably because you’ve been having too much fun humiliating me and having your little ‘lovers tiff’ with Four” Uriah mumbled, the Pansycake still not being able to look at me.

Damn! I really need to stop using that word; it’s so annoying; plus the fact that by using it, I’m helping Uriah ‘bring it back’ as he would say.

“Excuse me, it was not a lovers tiff” I scoffed.

“Oh really, cause it certainly felt like one, the sexual tension was killing me” he replied, his eyes flicking upwards for a brief moment before flying back down to his lap.

“Well it wasn’t” I spat back.

“You so would though” Christina mumbled.

“Shut up Chris!” I hissed defensively “I would not”.

“She wouldn’t know what to do anyway, it’s not like she’s an expert in that area. After all she is a little ‘stiff’.” Chuckled Peter, earning himself glares from everyone on the table aside from Uriah. That bastard was grinning like the Cheshire fucking cat.

“I ain’t a cactus expert either, but I know a prick when I see one” I spat back at Peter. This shut him up as he blushed slightly; embarrassed he had no come-back.

“Why are you even here anyway?” Al asked him.

“Yeah, it’s not like any of us actually like you” added Edward.

“I don’t even know, you bunch of losers aren’t worth my time anyways” he put back, standing up and making his way towards the door in a huff.

“Bye” we all chorused in giggles. Peter turned around and glared at us before disappearing completely, into the corridor.

“Such a prick” stated Will shaking his head, we all laughed at this.

With the absence of Peter, my attention was once again focused solely on Uriah and getting revenge for my (now fading) blue hair and being forced to sit here in a skimpy little towel. Which for your information, he still couldn’t look at. He’s gonna pay for this one way or another, and it’s going to be big!