Divergent High (Discontinued)

Chapter Eight

"So...?" Mar urges me to talk as I sit down at the lunch table.

" 'So' what?" I ask dumbly.

"Come on Tris," Al says. "Don't pretend like we all didn't see you making out with Four last night."

"We were drunk. Didn't know what we were doing." I answer flatly.

"Okay, yeah." Uriah says. "Yeah you two were drunk. But to do something like that, even drunk, the person has to have an emotion to push them to do it. And plus, it was quite obvious you were in it too."

"Whatever. Isn't it instinct that if someone is kissing you, you kiss back." I reject.

"Tris, stop playing stupid and innocent." Lynn says.

"I'm not." I says honestly.

"Guys," Christina cuts in. "She is being honest. I can tell."

"See?!" I say defensively.

"Then what?" Will asks.

"Four," Christina says. "Might like Tris."

"No." I say sternly. As if one word could make her take it back.

"That makes sense." Shauna says. The whole group agrees with Christina.

I disagree.

"It all makes sense Tris," Shauna says. "Think about it. Why would Four apologize to you and only you. Why would Four chose you to make out with. Even though you were drunk."

"Uriah," Lynn says. "I have an idea. Uriah, you need to secretly eavesdrop on all of Zeke and Four's conversations and report back to us."

Uriah smiles. "Will do."

- - - -

Sitting on my bed, Christina, Mar, Shauna, Lynn, Al, Will, and I listen eargerly as Uriah tells everything that he heard Zeke and Four discuss.

"And I go a definite answer." Uriah says. "Beatrice Prior, Four likes you!!"

I jump up off the bed. "What?! No! That can't be true!" I scream.

Mhm. Come on, Tris. You and I both know we like Four.

Oh no. Not my annoying Sub-Conscience again!

Admit it! We like Four!

No.

Yes.

No we don't. The End. Goodbye.

Yeah. No.

After a bit more of talking about that, we some how get on the topic of pie. Me, not paying attention, stupidly decided to think about my current situation:

Four.

And somewhere in my mind, my screwed up Sub-Conscience decided to butt in.

Okay, I get it. You disagree with me. Conscience, look at it this way: Four, yeah he is a jerk-turd, but what about this. If you give him a chance, what if he will turn to the nicer side. You know, like those cliché romance stories where a good girl and bad boy start to like each other and the bad boy becomes nicer. Maybe we just have to give Four a chance. Who knows what his life is like, that made him this way.

Mm. I see that we go a point there. MAYBE. Who knows. Uriah might be wrong.

Erm. No. You heard him. Four confessed to Zeke, and which Uriah heard.

Uh. I dunno.

I suggest we think about it.

Maybe? Great. Now your making me apprehensive.

See? You see my point?

Okay. Still a maybe.

"Tris?" Al says, waving his hand in front of my face. "Tris?!"

"Huh? What?" I ask, snapping back to reality.

"Your phone is ringing."

"Oh." I quickly get up, and grab my phone.

"Who's it from?"

I check the number. "I don't know."

"Here. Lemme see." Uriah says, getting up and grabbing my phone from me. "ITS FOUR!" He exclaims.

"What?" I ask, taking my phone back. Why would Four text me?

He likes you, you idiot. That's why.

Oh yeah.

I read the text:

Hey, this is Tris right? -F

Maybe. Why? -T

Yeah it is. I must of left my wallet at your place. I cant find it. Can you find it and give it to me tomorrow? -F

Oh really?! -T

Don't you dare do anything or take anything -F

No promises -T

Just give it back, ok? -F

Fine. BTW, its not my fault if cash is gone. Oh! Maybe a credit card too... -T

Don't you dare -F

No promises -T

I throw my phone down and turn to the group.

"What did he want?"

"Stay here. I'll be right back." I turn and run downstairs to where the TV and Xbox is. I tear apart the couch, in search of a wallet. Eventually, I see wedged between the armrest and seat. I immediately grab it and run back to my room. "Four's wallet." I say to the group, smiling evilly. I plop down on my bed as they sit around me staring at the wallet.

"How'd you get it?" Lynn asks.

"Long story." I say, opening the wallet and examining the contents. He has like, 50 bucks in total. And a Visa credit card. (A/N) Or is Visa debit? I don't know.

"What should we do? There's fifty bucks," I say evilly. "Sadly, we can't use the credit card, because we don't have his pin number, or the phone number under the credit card."

We ended up seeing up seeing the movie Edge of Tomorrow, the one with Tom Cruise.

- - - -

When I get off the bus, I see Four waiting for me. I go over to him and hand him the wallet. He opens it and sees that all the cash is gone.

"What the hell?!" He asks. "Where's the cash?"

"I spent it." I say smiling. I start walking past him, but turn around and face him again. He looks at me. "Oh by the way," I say still smiling. "That Tom Cruise movie is really good." After that, I walk to the group.

- - - -

"So you spent my money to buy you and your friends tickets for a movie?" Four asks, leaning against his locker.

"Yup." I say, popping the 'p'. I grab my books for English out of my locker.

"Then you owe me fifty bucks." Four smiles.

"Noo." I say. "Fifty divided by eight is 6.25. Me, Christina, Al, Will, Lynn, Mar, Shauna, and Uriah, each owe you $6.25."

"Fine whatever." He rolls his eyes. "Pay up, then."

"What? I don't have money with me."

"Fine. Tomorrow. I want my money back. Tell your friends."

"Okay. And by the way," I say smiling at him. "That's what you get for forgetting your wallet." With that, I walk to English.

- - - -

"You know, I can actually picture you and Four, Tris," Christina said. "I think you two would be cute together."

I bite my lip. I hate to admit it, but I am starting to like him.

Ha! Yes! I told us so!

"Nah." I dismiss the thought. Impossible.