I check my watch. It's 7:30. Zeke is late. Shocker... I guess I'm walking then. I take out my phone and send him a text.
Meet you there. PS- you're late!
I take my house keys and head out. The streets are already dark, the street lamps flickering a dim light. I put my hands in my pockets and walk quickly. The party is a block or two away. I'm not sure who this girl is or why she's having a party but she's one of Christina's friends.
As I turn the corner, I see a series of lights illuminating out of the house and hear booming music. There are partygoers on the front lawn, dancing to the music.
I walk up the path, watching the people. There are so many people here... In the house it's not much better. People. Everywhere. I stand awkwardly by the door. I don't recognise anyone here. I look around for Christina or Zeke. I spot Christina talking to a girl with bright red hair, a drink in her hand. I call her name. She turns around and smiles at me.
"Tobias!" She says happily. "This is my friend McKayla, McKayla this is Tobias."
The girl- McKayla- eyes me, scanning me from head to toe with her dark brown eyes. She doesn't speak for a good minute.
"It's nice to meet you," she finally says.
"Yeah you too," I say although I wouldn't care less if I hadn't met her or not.
"Have you seen Zeke?" I ask. Christina shakes her head. She's about to answer when a female's voice sounds out first.
"Hay McKayla! Brent's wasted again, he's trying to find Narnia in your closet," a girl says. I don't see the girl. McKayla's face contorts. She hands her drink to Christina.
"This is the second time today!" She complains. She races off up a staircase to our right. Christina starts laughing. I just shake my head.
"She's right you know," the girl tells us. I look up. My heart drops and my stomach fills with butterflies. It's ... It's... No it can't be her.
"He once stuck his head in the fireplace screaming for Diagon Alley," she says. "You could say he has an obsession fantasy books." The small smirk that settles on her face is alluring.
"Wait? Who are you?" I ask alarmed.
"Libby. Libby Andrews," she says and sticks out her hand. She's quite small in size but looks strong despite the fact. I look at her small hand, suspended in the air. Her nails are painted a dark blue that match her eyes. Her eyes shine with a sort of amusement but intelligence at the same time. Her dark brown hair is cascading down her shoulders. Her bow-shaped, pink lips are still turned up in a smirk. She wears a black top that is just above her belly button and blue high-waisted jeans. She looks like Tris. A new Tris that I am intrigued by. But it's not her... It can't be her. Tris is dead. I look back down at her hand. I notice a small tattoo on her wrist. It's Roman numerals.
IV: VI
"Uhhhhhh... I'm Tobias," I say and take her hand.
"Have we met before?" she asks.
"I don't believe we have," I say and frown. This isn't Tris, it isn't. This is Libby, Libby Andrews.
"Well Tobias," Libby says. "I'll see you around." She smiles at Christina before walking into the crowd.
"She... She looks like-" I say.
"Tris? I know. It's creepy," Christina says. "She's in my extra Art class. When I saw her for the first time I almost screamed."
"Hm," I mumble. I watch Libby carefully. She's talking to a boy with ruffled blonde hair. She turns and looks at me. She winks before turning back to the boy. My heart does a somersault. I never thought those eyes would look at me again... Tobias, snap out of it. You're acting like a teenage girl. But I can't help it. She's my Tris, reincarnated.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Bullet Proof - DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction•• Four years is a long time to forget about somebody. It's almost long enough for Tobias Eaton to forget what happened that fateful day when he left Tris behind. But someone new is finding their way into his life who is remarkably like his passed...
