Uriah and Tris

You spin my head right around

Eek! Sorry for missing Saturday! To make it worse, this is pretty short. Even for me. I'll TRY to make the next one like double the length of my usual ones but I don't know if I'll be able to make it. Like I said, my summers are janky. With that said, onto Uriah!
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I'm spinning around in my chair because I have noticing better to do, when mid spin, I see a figure standing I front of me.

I plant my feet on the ground to stop myself, but the chair keeps going, throwing me face first at the persons feet. And with just my luck, that person is Four.

He looks down and raises a eyebrow. "Dude. What the hell?"

I look up at him and throw a cheesy smile on my face. "You're so glorious that I worship the very ground you stand on."

Nice Uriah. Get the guy thats a prodigy and just so happens to have a thing for your girlfriend all pissed.

...... Yeaaa I have no comeback.

Because you know it was stupid!

Fine! It was stupid!

Good!

Good!

Fine!

Fine!

As my stupid brain was arguing, I was still on the floor getting a close up view of Fours shoes. Until he cleared his throat in awkwardness and I quickly stood up.

"Listen, uh," he scratched his neck and looked away. "Um," he sighs. "Listen I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Zeke and Shauna are having... Issues. And he's not listening to me. I was wondering if you could talk to him on your lunch break?"

"I'm eating on my break."

He rolled his eyes at me, all his nervousness gone. "Look Uriah, he's going crazy. You need to talk to him."

"Yeah well I'm also not gonna break a date with my girlfriend just because he's having issues with his." I retort.

Uh oh. Shouldn't have said that.

Four's eyes go stone cold and his jaw clenches. "Fine. Go be with Tris. But if your suicidal brother is dead when you're done with her, don't blame me."

He turns and leaves, not slamming the door, but closing it hard enough to make it clear he's angry.

Normally I would feel hurt. The guy who I've idolized for two and a half years seems to hate my guts. That would hurt anybody. And I do feel hurt. But that's not what sticks out to me. It's that one word.

Suicide.