His name was Four

Divergent High

Red dress or blue dress? Silver heels or black heels? Glittery jewellery or classy? Decisions, decisions, decisions. I throw my arms back in exhaustion. I have been at this for 1 hour but still I am on square one. Thankfully my saviour, Christina should be arriving in 5...4....3....2....1...

"I'm here Trissy!!!!!!!" Christina screams up the stairs. Ah I know her so well. So does my family. They don't come out to greet her anymore because she is such a frequent visitor. She gracefully climbs up the stairs and enters my bedroom.

"Hey, thanks for coming. I never thought I would say this but I am having a fashion emergency-" That's all I get to say before she squeals so loudly, it's a miracle that the house is still in tact.

"Shut up Chris-" I scream at her before she interrupts me again.

"Nuhuh honey. I have literally been waiting for this moment my whole freaking life and you aren't going to ruin it," She says matter-of-factly. I put my hands in the air to show her that I have backed off because when it comes to fashion, there is no stopping Christina. 

I let Chris work her magic while I just sit there.

After two or more hours of pulling hair and itchy makeup, I finally look decent. I had heavily eyelined eyes with the perfect amount of peachy lipstick. While fixing me up, Christina inhumanely also found me the perfect dress. It was a sliver lacy dress that had leaf patterns all over and a white belt to go with it. My hair was put up in an intricate bun and even though the millions of hairpins were digging into my skull, I really loved it.

"Tris, sorry but you are making me really anxious right now. Do you like it or-"

I spin around and grab her into a very tight hug.

"Thank you so much Chrissy! I would be a disaster if it wasn't for you!"

She pushes me away leaving me with a very confused face. 

Chris sees how hurt I look and laughs outright. 

"Tris! I didn't want to smudge your makeup! HAHAHA!" 

My face breaks out into a broad grin as I think about how silly I was being. She hugs me again except this time she makes sure to give my face a wide berth so my makeup doesn't 'smudge'. Suddenly there is a loud ring of a doorbell and my stomach does backflips. I take a deep breath, look at Christina and walk out of the room. This was it. 

I open the door and put on my best smile.

"Hi Four, come in!" I start.

"Who the hell is Four? Did you concuss yourself again? Hi Tris, do you remember me? My name is Uriah. I am your twin brother. MUM! hurry, Tris has concussed herself!"

"URIAH! I am fine! I was just expecting someone else." I yell so he could hear me through his own loud voice. 

"Oh okay then! SHE'S FINE MUM." He screams and looks at me and gives me his signature smile that makes him look like a four-year-old. I roll my eyes. I love my brother and all but he has an annoyingly larger than life personality. 

"Hi Tris, is this mysterious 'Four' coming to dinner with us? Maybe I can show him your baby photos" My mum says, lost in thought.

"What? No mum, we are going somewhere else where you won't embarrass me in front of him," I fire back.

"Fine, fine, have fun sweetie!" She laughs. I hug her and let her pass through into the kitchen.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, there is a knock at the door. I pray it is not my brother again as I slouch off the couch and ready myself. I open the door and I am met with the same deep blue eyes that take my breath away every time.

"Good afternoon Tris, are you ready?" He asks in his melodic voice. I nod.

He had a dark blue suit that contrasted well with his eyes. He also had a loosened grey tie and his dark hair was kept messy but brushed back. He was breathtaking. 

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He asks me and laughs at his own joke.

"Oh umm no, let's get going," I say awkwardly.

Four opens the car door to his volvo and I get in without a word. He suddenly revs the engine and I jump a little in surprise. From the corner of my eye, I can see him give an amused smirk. I roll my eyes. Not everyone has fancy cars like Four Eaton. He's probably the richest kid in school and it is partly the reason he is so popular. 

"So, what are your hobbies?" He asks in an attempt to break the stiff ice between us.

"Singing." I reply.

"Really? Well let's hear it. Sing." He says casually. I stare at him with a shocked look. 

"Oh no. I am not a great singer." I stutter out embarrassingly.

"Aww come on Trissy!" 

"Did-did you just call me Trissy????" 

"What? Don't act like it's such a secret. The psychopath friend of yours who can't shut up is always calling you that." Four returns.

I can't argue with that.

"Okay, sing. Now. Any song." 

"Fine. But if I give you ear problems today, blame it on the cat."

He chuckles and nods.

I take a deep breath and rack my brain for a song. I decide on 'Name Of Love' by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix because that's what I have been practicing lately.

"Ready?" I ask unsurely.

"Tris, I was born ready."