How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

Ice Cream Can Preform Miracles

A month ago a kind old man gave me a Bible. He told me to read Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John. I've read them all.

All of them claim that this man named Jesus is the Son of God, Savior of the world, and his death brought life to the rest of the world. I am utterly confused, none of this makes any sense. I asked Mason and Charley about, they both looked at me kinda funny. I have, however, discovered that my deep, unrelenting hate for the world has lessened and color has started to seep into my world.

As I walk into school I don't glare at a single person. I just mind my own business as I approach my locker. Like you see I movies all the time, I hear a slam on the locker next to mine, and I peer over my locker's door to see who confronted me. Peter. As I look at him my gut twists but hate doesn't spread its scorching fire through my veins.

"What do you want?" I ask not really wanting to deal with his drama right now.

"You." He says as he pins me to the locker. I try to knee him but he has effectively pinned my legs with his. I looked down the hallway but there is no one in sight.

Panic spreads through my nerves making my head spin, "Get off of me Peter." I whisper, scared out of my wits.

"Come on baby, I know you want me too."

"No, I honestly don't. You're disgusting." I spit.

"Tris. You know as well as me that you haven't truly changed. You're still the same old Tris on the inside." He claims as he leans in.

"Don't claim that you know who I am Peter. You know nothing." I growl between my teeth. Fire burning behind my eyes.

My comment doesn't faze him. Before he can touch me anymore, however. He is ripped off of me and I fall down from the violent force. Four stands over Peter a face of stone, angry enough to send a grown man running, glares at him. Before any permanent damage can be inflicted I pull Fours arm back. Our eyes met his full of anger, mine pleading with him not to punch Peter. Not because I don't want Peter to get hurt but because I don't Four to face the principle again, because of me. My body is still quivering with fear when Peter runs away, leaving me and Four alone.

"Thanks." My voice shaking.

I don't meet his eyes so he grabs my chin, lifting it. I have no choice but to look at him. I am surprised to see fear lining his eyes. "You okay?" He asks quietly.

When I shake my head and tears well up in my eyes, we both know that it's not only because of what just happened. He pulls me into his arms, and as much as I want to hate him, I just can bring myself to push him away.

We leave the school and drive to the nearest ice cream shop. I get a chocolate chip cookie dough waffle cone. Four gets Rocky Road. I chuckle, fitting. As we sit there in mutual silence I glance at him, he is looking out the window.

I jerk out of my thoughts when Fours words slide against my ears, "I'm sorry." That's all it takes. Those two simple words for tears to brim in my eyes again but I hold them back,

"I know."

After that, we entered into a state of the relaxed conversation. It felt nice. To have someone to talk to. To not be angry with him. To smile and laugh and enjoy myself. No thoughts of my father or Aiden or hate or self-harm. Just... peace. A feeling I had only experienced with Aiden around. I had never really seen a true smile light up Four's face before today, and it looked nice. Really nice. We played chopsticks after we both finished our ice cream. I won. Four doesn't bring up any heavy subjects, keeping it light and playful, making fun of each other and our quirks. 4 o'clock coming too soon.

As we pull into my driveway I look over to thank him for the fun day, but he looks nervous. I crinkle my eyebrows in confusion, "What is it?"

He gives me a sheepish smile, "Would you like to do this again sometime?"

Now it's my turn to blush, "Yeah, I would."

A big smile spreads across his face as he revs up the engine again, "Okay, how about Friday at 5."

"I'll have to check, but I sure that would work."

We wave to each other as he leaves, and I walk with a skip in my step into my house. I run up to my room, jump into my bed, and scream into my pillow. This time it's not out of fear or anger but pure, unadulterated happiness. Not two minutes later Charley and Mason burst into my room, worry creasing their faces. Once the register the happy but shocked expression on my face the relax and come over to sit on my bed.

"What was that all about?" Charley asks, a smile spreading across his face as well. Happiness is contagious.

"Four asked me out!" I squeal like a little school girl. The smile on my face fades into a look of confusion when I see their expressions change from happiness to worry. Then I remember their plan. He is doing this out of pity. Before anything else can happen Mr. and Mrs. Archer knock on the door peering in.

"There is a guest we invited over for supper today. Would you three please come down and introduce yourselves." It wasn't really a request more like a polite command.

We descend the stairs and I see four people, including my host parents, talking in our kitchen. They look for all the world like a normal husband and wife. Not like their son had died a few months ago and they had fallen into a deep hole of depression, causing them to lose sight of their other children. I started fuming at their artificial happiness until one of the guests turns around.

The kind old man, what is he doing here?

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Got another one in :) @Lowkeyhateyouall (love that username btw) asked for another one today. As it was writing over a thousand words can get kind long so I didn't technically get it in, within the same day, but it was pretty dang close. ;) Don't forget to check out my Vietnam story! :) (I'm using a lot of these smiley faces :)) LOLOLOLLOL. I'M OVER TIRED. ANYWHO HAVE A BLESSED DAY GUYS!