Dauntless High School

Chapter 47

A/N: I didn't mean to take so long! I'll try to fight the procrastination monster a little harder this time. Thanks for putting up with my slow updates and continuing to read this story. And a huge thank you to those who vote and comment!

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Previously (Tris POV):

And just then, my phone starts to ring. I spring to my feet, trying to run and get it, but it is on my desk and Zeke is closer. He grabs it off the desk and fiercely holds my eye as he answers. "Four," he barks. "Get your ass over here. Now."

I curse under my breath. "Shit."

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FOUR

Zeke's car is next to Tris's in the driveway, so I park at the curb in front of her house. I take my time locking up my car before I trudge up the driveway like a man on his way to face a firing squad. Zeke was pissed that one time we were dealing with Al spreading rumors, but even then I never heard Zeke growl like he did over the phone a few minutes ago.

When I called Tris, I intended to tell her I couldn't come over tonight. For authenticity's sake, I even told Mom I wouldn't be going out tonight. She was not impressed when I broke that promise not twenty minutes later after hanging up the phone, but she didn't stop me. I kind of hoped that she would have.

There is only one thing I can think of that would have Zeke ordering me over to Tris's house. He must have found out about us. This shouldn't even be such a big deal. Zeke wanted me and Tris to get together, didn't he? Regardless of how much I remind myself of that fact, I still feel that twisting in my gut.

I close the kitchen door silently. Marlene is nowhere in sight, and I can hear music coming from upstairs, so I head for Tris's room, climbing the stairs on light, quiet feet.

"Zeke, just let me―" I hear Tris say as I approach.

Zeke cuts her off. "Nope. Wait for Four to get here."

Through the open door I see my gorgeous, sexy as hell girl sitting on her bed, arms crossed over her chest. She looks properly chastised while simultaneously annoyed. Zeke is in the chair by Tris's desk, swiveling a quarter turn to one side, then the other, but keeping a glare aimed at Tris. Tris and I aren't doing anything wrong, I remind myself. She and Uriah have been over for months. I straighten up and walk through the door projecting as much confidence as I can.

"So, what's the big emergency?" I ask, as if I have no clue what this is about, foregoing a proper greeting.

Zeke about levels me with a glare. "About time you got here, Eaton."

I roll my eyes. "It's been..." I check my watch. "Seventeen minutes since you called."

"Felt like hours with him glaring at me the whole time," Tris grumbles, all her annoyance directed at Zeke. I try to reassure her with my eyes as I sit down next to her on the bed, making sure to leave a gap between us.

"You're awfully comfortable here, Four," Zeke says coldly, leaning back in the chair mirroring Tris's crossed arms and looking me up and down.

"I've been tutoring Tris for months." Tris hasn't given me a sign that I should do otherwise and she is the one who needs our relationship to stay a secret.

"I've had a few tutors," Zeke says, spinning in the chair to reach for something on the desk, then swiveling back to face me and tossing three items at my lap, one by one. "But they don't shower at my place or leave their underwear." I catch the items and look down at them. I swallow when I realize that I am now holding my deodorant, shampoo...and yesterday's boxer briefs.