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And he’s gone again Ohhhhh………

The air is hot here fro the door and I realize he’s scared Tris is going to show She probably will An underground band about to hit it big perforht for a secret show, surely there’s an alroupie Tris love

I feel for Nick He doesn’t know yet that he’ll be okay without her Part of me wonders if I should even bother here The other part of me wants to scream at him: What did you see in her? Why did you waste your life on her?

Only I already know the answers to the Tris quiz show If I can suck it up enough to look past the obvious—the blond hair, the big tits, the long legs, the tight skirts—I know that there’s this other Tris, this girl who can show a guy a good tiover, make him feel wanted and special until her attention inevitably wanes, this girl ill kick ass at FIT next year, this girl ill have your back, no questions asked

In Nick’s absence of words and his vacant look, I a junior year in the bathroo my hands with a paper tohen Tris came from behind me and snatched the paper toay fro your hands for about three straight minutes now? You’ve practically parched your skin You okay?” And just like that I came out with it: “I’m late” “You’re paranoid,” Caroline had said when I told her, while Tal had said, “Don’t you darerabbed my arm and said, “C’mon” It was Tris who knew the strictly Jersey public bus that could take us to the nearby CVS and not to the city, Tris aited outside the bathroom for me at Starbucks while I took the test, Tris who shoved me in the chest afterward and said, “Be more careful next time, bitch” It was Tris who stood in line to buyI wouldn’t want her to see me cry And I knoe really don’t like each other except for having known each other since elementary school and the whole past and shared childhood of that, and I know she is a lying cheating skank because how could she do what she did to this guy?; but I also know there is like so into new dangerous territory with her castoff, so id?

The S from the direction of the bathrooent calls of nature of a long line of laddies waiting for the loo and unlocked the bathroo fro and through the beads separating the bathroom area from the club, it’s clear that it’s Hunter wrapped inside the arer for Nick’s band, I think his naainst the red wall, locked in one of those deep, soul-enjoined kisses that can only cause observers of the kiss to have a crisis of deep, soul-searching envy

Nick finally laughs again, and my heart tries not to leap “That’s our Dev!”

As their e, Dev plucks a strand of hair froers With his other hand, Dev waves hello to the exasperated line of laddies

I point out, “Damn, even from here, you can see the smile on his face”

“Dev’s the reason our band doesn’t have a drummer”

“How’s that?” We’re going again Thank you, Dev, you stud, thank you