If it means a lot to you : a divergent high story

Chapter 4: consequences

TRIS

I wake up with a pounding headache I open my eyes and wait for my vision to focus on my surroundings, I look around and see I'm in a blue painted room. I'm in a queen size bed with a black bed spread and I'm wearing an oversize t-shirt and basketball shorts how did I get in to these? I rub my forehead and wince "ow!" I whisper yell I feel lump on the upper left of my forehead.

"Oh good *yawn* you're up" I jump at the sound of the voice and look and it's four sitting up on the floor

"What happened and where am I?"

"Well you're in my room, you won the keg stand congrats by the way you hit your head on the wall and passed out does that answer all you're questions" he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world

"Um a couple more....why didn't Christina take me home? And how did I get in these clothes?" I say trying to match his sarcastic tone

"Christina thought you get in trouble if you went home passed out so she called your parents and said your sleeping over at her house and Christina put them on I didn't see anything if that's way you were wondering" he gives me a smirk

"Ok well did she leave and clothes for to change in?"

"Yup" he tosses me a gym bag of clothes with last nights and new clothes. I go into the bathroom take a shower I put on a dark blue fitted shirt, jeans and a pair of black converse. I look I'm the mirror and see the purple -blue bruise, I look the my bag and see Christina put and make-up bag in it you're the best Chris I think to myself. I put foundation on the bruise to and cover it up and then put on eyeliner and mascara. I brush and towel dry my hair as much as I can and put in a pony tail. I walk out and see Four waiting on the bed.

"Um thanks for letting me stay here" I say looking at the ground

"Umm yeah don't mention it" he said rubbing the back of his neck

"Well... I guess I should go"

"I can drive you home but you're probably hungry so I'll make you breakfast before you go" furrow my eye brows but just follow him downstairs to the kitchen. He gets a carton of eggs and a package of bacon out of the fridge

"So where are you're parents?" I say to break the awkward silence

"Umm I don't live with my dad anymore and my mom's on the upper part of Chicago with an author she works for a publishing company" he says but honestly it brings up more questions then it answers

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah an older brother in college and my younger sister that's with my mom" I nod soaking in all the information, then he slides me a plate of eggs and bacon to me and dive into it

"Grease, helps with hangovers" he says out of the blue no wonder this bacon looks so greasy. Once were both done he takes the plates in the sink

"I don't get it?" I say

"Well the grease helps with the stoma-" he says but I cut him off

"No not that, I mean being nice to me just a couple of days ago you called me a bitch and now you got Eric to leave me alone and let me sleep off my inebriated head and now you're making me breakfast, why?" I say in let out a breath I must have been holding. He turns around from the sink and leans his hands on the counter, purse his lips contemplating on what to say next

"You know teenagers always change there mind" I sigh I know what he really means and that makes me scared but at the same time excited.

"So you should probably take me home I still have to go to work today" he nods his grabs his keys and puts on his shoes we hop in his escalade, and after about 3 min we're at my house.