Tris's Contenders

ch 27

Eric Pov

Leaning against the brittle brick wall shadowed by the football bleachers I watched the cheerleaders throw their legs in all directions. Spreading. Widening. Closing. Lauren kept glancing back at me meeting my eyes in positive understanding. Girl had legs that went forever and a mouth made for a vice, but she lacked everything I craved. She knew it too.

She made her way around the shinning metal seats and stood before me. "So you figure out what the plans are?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay what is it?"

"You just stick to what I told you. Lay low wait for me to leave and do what you want." I looked pass her and saw Peter walking my way with a matching grin of mischievous. "Hey man."

He gave a nod, "Hey."

"You get that for me?"

"Yeah." He started handing me the plastic bag and I shook my head. "Naw, I need you to do it for me." Lauren's eyes met in the middle and as she looked at me my glare struck her cold and she let go whatever questions she was mustering up.

Shoving the bag down into his pocket Peter gave an understanding wink. "I got you. This Sunday right?"

"Yeah." I looked out to the parking lot and saw Tris's tiny figure sway and then collide with Four's. I tasted my anger in the back of my throat. Thick coated iron cascaded throughout my mouth and I realized I was gritting my teeth around the inside of my cheek. "Yeah. Sunday night at the pit." I told Peter not looking away from my property. Her body felt so soft under my touch and yet there she is in his arms. His hands feeling her softness.

Tris POV

Chris came over Saturday night and rescued me from my father's hassled concerns when I told him I'd be staying with Chris for the weekend. It wasn't a total lie. I was staying with her Saturday night, we are going to have a full on girl night. No Tobias. No Will. Just us. I've missed her. I packed a weekend bag when my dad walked in.

"Chris is downstairs dear."

Looking up I could see him studying the contents of my bag. I wasn't bringing anything provocative and Chris and I already planned on shopping before the Pit party this Sunday. "Okay daddy."

"Beatrice." His tone was strong and I closed my eyes readying myself for a lecture.

"Yeah."

"You know you are my little girl right?"

Turning to him I felt my eyebrows knot together out of confusion. "Yeah."

He leaned against my door frame arms crossed over his chest. "You remind me so much of your mother. When she was your age she was so free spirited. It was frighteningly beautiful. Anyway, I just...this you and Tobias Eaton thing.." He paused and I wanted to interrupt, but I stayed still. "His father says he is trouble and I don't want you falling into that path."

"Dad. I don't think Marcus knows anything about Tobias. Anyway, I'm fine. I'll be fine." I gathered the rest of my stuff zipping up my bag. Walking to my door I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Love you daddy."

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We sat on Chris's couch laughing hard, sid spliting hard as we ate huge pieces of chocolate cake. "Okay. Okay. Tris serious talk now."

"Oh Chris not serious talk it is three in the morning." We had stayed up all night discussing who was hotter Channing Tatum or Chris Hemsworth. I was set on Channing Tatum, but Chris thinks THOR is 'Thor-ifcally hot'. We ordered two pizzas and an 8 inch chocolate cake from the dinner earlier and did we eat it all...yes. I missed this. Chris was always there for me. Yes she was a never ending microphone of excitement, but she kept life interesting.