Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 35

Tris
"Today you will learn how to throw a knife. Four, would you demonstrate?" I say his name coldly. He isn't Tobias to me anymore. He turns to me. "Would you stand by the target?" His voice is filled with something I've never heard before. Sadness? Maybe. I roll my eyes and nod.

I walk over to the target and cross my arms in front of me. I'm not giving him the welcoming smile I usually would. Now it's a cold stare. His deep blue eyes stare into mine softly. "You gonna throw them or what?" I spit angrily. He looks down at the knives in his hand and back up to me. Tobias-no- Four raises his arm and releases the knife.

About a half foot away from my cheek. I make no expression. He raises his arm and throws again. Right above my head. I wouldn't be surprised if he through it and 'missed'. I don't doubt he would 'accidentally' cut my ear off.

Four throws and I feel my ear sting. He didn't miss. He never misses. "Your turn, " I say, turning around and pulling the knives out of the board harshly. I'm done with his games. Him using me as his toy. He never really cared. Nobody ever will care about me.

I walk behind the initiates, hands behind my back. "You single?" Carson asks, leaning back. I see Four watching us. I nod. "Not for you though." A look of hurt flashes across Four's face. It's not my fault. He's the one who dumped me. He dumped me after his father beat me up. If he has a problem with me being single, he should've thought about that sooner.

Mark snickers and nudges his arm. "I suggest you actually throw before you are the last one who hasn't hit the target." He stops and prepares to throw another knife. Four stands against the wall, watching. Creep.

I walk up behind Sam. He still hasn't hit the target and its almost lunch. "Straighten your posture, " I command. He jumps a bit but listens. "Throw." He does and it is way too high. I grab his arm and hold it, demonstrating the proper motion. "You try." He nods and throws. Closer, but not quite there yet. "Keep trying, " I say and he nods gratefully.

Every time I look to Four, he's watching me. Stalk much?

"Lunch!" He calls. The initiates leave the knives in the boards and the rest on the ground as they run out. I walk to the boards and start pulling them from the targets. I feel his warm breath behind my neck. Great, now he's not even trying to stay away from me.

I turn to face him and say, "what the hell-, " but I'm interrupted by him quickly pressing his lips against mine. It forces me back against a target. I don't kiss back but don't push him away either. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Four gently pulls back a few seconds later. He looks down at the ground, not meeting my eyes. "What was that about?" I ask, turning to pull out more knives.

I can't deny the fact that it felt good to have his lips back against mine. It felt good to be next to him again. "I had to, " he says. Had to? He didn't have to kiss me. He didn't have to start me. "I highly doubt it, " I reply, roughly yanking a knife from a board. There's a silence.

"Surprised you didn't cut my ear off or something, " I say, glaring ahead of me. "I would never purposely hurt you." I scoff. What a damn lier. No wonder he didn't test candor. "Coming from the one who broke up with me after his father beat me up, physically and verbally. The one who just kissed me, " I retort, not bothering to see his reaction.

I do feel bad for bringing Marcus into this, but I had to bring something and that's all I could think of at the moment. "I deserved that, " he replies. "I deserve the punch you gave that bag that sent it flying off the hinge." How does he know about that? Did he talk to Uriah? Did he tell Uriah? No. If he told Uriah, he probably wouldn't be standing here.