Losing Count

Chapter Two: Hands Off

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Short hair instead of long.

This isn't Beatrice.

A mischievous glint rather than an innocent one.

There's no way.

Tattoos on her smooth ivory skin.

She's so different. There has never been a different Beatrice. It's always been the same quiet yet passionate girl. If I didn't see her eyes, I would probably think I was hallucinating. Wait, maybe I am. Maybe this is stress induced.

No.

There's no way anyone, not even me, could duplicate those eyes.

It's already been one week. One week since I actually felt like I was living again.

Molly ruined everything. She probably thinks that Molly is my girlfriend. If I go see Beatrice, she'll think I'm a player. I have to clear things up. I must make things right.

I need to see her, maybe dauntless is still open.

I reach my hand across the rumpled bed sheets until I feel my phone. The screen illuminates the darkened room leaving me momentarily blind.

5:27pm

Dauntless closes at 5pm.

I drag my calloused hands across my face. There goes my plans for tonight. What do I do know? I guess I could go get food. Pizza sounds good.

I climb out of my safe cocoon and get dressed for the outside world. As I pull my shirt over my head, I hear the faint impinging noise of rain. It looks like I'll be taking the bus.

As I walk out the front door I make sure that I have my umbrella. I would hate to get drench in the middle of November. Just because I can't die from hypothermia, doesn't mean I'd like to be uncomfortably wet.

I stand in the elevator waiting for it to descend to the first floor, but it stops at the fourth floor. Please don't let it be-

"Four! Fancy running into you." Molly.

"We live in the same building. We're bound to run into each other."

"Oh Four, you're so funny!" She release an obnoxious, fake laugh and rests her hand upon my shoulder.

I shake her hand off of me as the elevator comes to a stop. "I better be going now."

"Where are you going Four?" She tries to hold me back, but I rip my arm away from her.

"Out." I step out of the building leaving behind an agitated Molly.

I feel rain drops plunge onto my nose as I pull out my umbrella. Quiet drops spill from the sky while faint sounds of cars are heard in the distance. The sound is soothing, almost peaceful.

I reach the bus stop just as the bus I need pulls away. Looks like I'll be waiting here for another ten minutes. I take my phone out of my pocket and begin to chip away the time while waiting. I start to check some of my emails until I hear someone sniffle their nose. I look beside me and see the person I've longed to see.

"Beatrice." Shit.

She turns around with a look that could kill resting upon her face. "Excuse me?" Her hair clings to her face while she noticeably shivers. She's absolutely drenched.

"I said sleepless. This rain will sure give me a sleepless night." A puzzled expression flashes across her face as she nods in response.

"Would you like to use my umbrella?"

She doesn't turn around. she continues to look toward the road. "Nope."

"You're shivering. It's no big deal. My jacket-"

"I said I don't want it."

"You'll catch a cold."

She continues to stare at the road, but her voice contorts into a venomous tone. "You're girlfriend is the one you have to worry about, not me." She remembers me.

"She's not my-"

Beatrice turns around and stares me right in the eyes. "I don't want to hear it." As I stare into her eyes, memories similar to this starts to pop throughout my head.

The year was 1968 in the large city of New York. I was standing on the side of the road attempting to hail a taxi. Rain suddenly started to come down across the bustling city as I took out my umbrella. I stood there for a few more minutes trying to sign down a taxi, but fate had other plans for me. I heard a quite sneeze come from beside me. I looked over and saw her. Her long wavy hair was now clinging to her face as the rain poured on her. She sneezed a couple more times before I spoke up.

"Excuse me Miss? I insist you take my umbrella." She looked up at me with her sparkling eyes as her face took on a bewildered expression.

" Oh no. I-I couldn't. I'm already soaked, and I'd hate for you to get wet too." She looked down bashfully.

"Please. I don't mind getting a little wet. I'd hate for you to get sick." I mocked her slightly hoping that it would put a friendly mood into the conversation.

"Only if we can both share it. I meant what I said. I don't want both of us drenched," She had a determined look in her eyes and I knew that I couldn't refuse. I gave her the friendliest smile I could.

"If you insist." She stood right next to me and then looked deep into my eyes.

"I'm Beatrice Prior."

"Tobias. Tobias Eaton."

"You don't have to be stubborn. Just take the umbrella, it's no big deal." Maybe she's not as different as I thought.

She rolls her eyes as she turns away from me. "I said I don't want it. I want you to leave-"

"Tris?"

Tris? Does he mean Beatrice?

"Uriah!" Uriah?

"Is something wrong?" Who the hell is this guy?

"No, we were just going. Right Uriah?" Beatr- I mean Tris links her arm with his. What is she doing? She can't like him! They're probably just friends, right?

"Who's this?" Did I just say that out loud?

"Oh Uriah?" Panic is displayed across her face until a solemn look replaces it.

"He's my boyfriend."

My mouth hangs open as she turns around and drags away Uriah.

Her boyfriend.

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