Tris POV

"Hey Four, you got something on your shirt," Uriah points out to Four.

"Really, where?" Four asks, looking down at his plain black shirt.

"Ha, made you look!" Uriah bursts out laughing, and he's the only one.

"Hey Uriah," Four tells him, "ya got something on your arm."

"Yea, I'm not falling for that," Uriah says sticking his tongue out.

Four takes his arm back, and punches Uriah on the shoulder, "It's called pain."Uriah rubs his arm, and slaps Four's bulging arm.

Jay wraps his arm around my waist as we walk, and I lean on him, ready for this day to be over. Well at least it can't be any worse than this.

"We're here!" Jay announces, causing Four and Uriah to look up. He sweeps his arm in a grand gesture. "The most popular restaurant in Dauntless!"

Once we walk in, Jay goes to get us our tables, while we wait. I look around, and the restaurant just screams fancy. There are brilliantly patterned carpets on the floor, with bright chandeliers dangling from the roof. The wall are painted with intricate designs, with beautiful paintings of scenery or people.

I feel a light tap on the shoulder and turn around and meet Four's eyes. "Umm, You might want to see this," he tells me nervously.

I look in the direction he's pointing at, and my heart stops. Turns out I was wrong, my life can get worse. Much worse. Sitting there, is none other, than Zeke. He's laughing, with his arm around Shauna, both of them smiling and talking.

"Hey guys, bad news," Jay says coming up to us, "apparently they're super full, and the next table they have is at 9."

"Well that's not too bad, it's like 8 right now." I say trying to reassure him.

"No, I mean like 9 AM, tomorrow." My eyes widen, I was not waiting all night just for a table. I can't help but feel a little upset that Jay hadn't planned ahead.

But before I can say anything, I hear Uriah screaming. "HEY ZEKE, WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?!" Uriah shouts across the restaurant to Zeke.

Everyone looks up from their food, and conversations instantly stop, Uriah and Zeke both look embarrassed. I step behind Jay, trying to hide from the burning eyes. But thankfully, we're in dauntless, everyone just shrugs or rolls their eyes and goes back to their food. Uriah takes off towards Zeke and we all follow.

"What are you guys doing here?" Zeke hisses at us.

Before Uriah can mess up my life even more, I interrupt, "We wanted dinner."

Zeke looks over and sees Jay, "Who're you?"

"I'm Tris'-" I shoot Jay a look that says shut up.

"He's a friend," I answer for him.

"Well, since you guys are here, would you like to eat with us?" Shauna asks in a sweet voice, trying to change the topic, understanding the situation I'm in.

"Actually, we'd love to, they ran out of tables," Uriah replies. He plops down next to zeke and squishes him to the side, then pats the seat next to him for us to sit down. Four gets in first, then Jay, I sit on the outside, ready to flee for my life if I need to.

I give Jay an apologetic look and he just shrugs. I hope that was an it's okay shrug.

"That's why you always make reservations first," Zeke says proudly to Shauna, she smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Huh, Jay didn't make reservations, in fact, I doubt he even gave this a second thought.

"So, anything good?" Uriah asks Zeke and Shauna, who have already ordered.

I tune out on their conversation and decide to have a burger with a side of fries, and a nice, cool glass of lemonade.

When the waiter, or should I say, waitress comes to take our order, I notice Jay staring at her the whole time, and it wasn't her face he was staring at either. I elbow him in the ribs, hard. He glares at me, and I glare back, after a while he drops his gaze. I won.

We all talk while waiting for our food, I tune out for most of it, getting lost in my own thoughts. After a very long time, our waitress comes back with our highly anticipated food. When the waitress passes Jay his food, he winks at her, causing her to blush and quickly turn away. I scowl, just wanting this night to be over.

After a while, Jay excuses himself to go to the bathroom. I'm suspicious at first, but I decide to trust him, and I don't follow. Mostly because I decided that my food was more important than whatever he could be doing.

I grab a cup of sauce to put on my burger, and slowly take off the cap, not wanting to spill the gooey substance on myself. Suddenly, the worst accident in history ensues. Shauna tells Zeke a joke, causing him to laugh, trying to prove to Shauna that he was listening, but he was a little too into the act. He falls over, knocking into Uriah, who bumps into Four, and is about to fall right into me. I quickly jump up, out of my seat, making sure that the sauce didn't spill onto me. Whew, bullet dodged. I turn around trying to find the cap, when I crash into a waiter. The entire tray of food he was holding spills onto me, along with the sauce for my burger.

It created quite a scene. Everyone asks if I'm okay, and I just wave them off, and head towards the bathroom to clean myself up. Thankfully, I always keep an extra set of clothes in my bag. I change, and go to wash my hands and hair, getting most of the food out.

As I walk out, I see Jay in a corner with our waitress. My natural instinct is to go up, and stop whatever it is he's doing, but my curiosity gets the best of me.He hands her a slip of paper, which I'm assuming is his phone number. She opens it up, and when she sees it, she smiles at him, and nods her head.

I walk up to Jay, and act like nothing happened, "Hey boo,what's up?" I say in a sweet voice wrapping my arm around him.

The girl raises her eyebrow at him, and the look on his face is just priceless. "Uh, th-"

"I'm his date, Tris," I say holding out my hand for her to shake.

"You're on a date?!" The waitress asks furiously. Before Jay can respond, she takes her arm back and slaps him across the face, walking away angrily. I instantly burst out laughing, hoping that would happen.

At first, Jay's face has shock all over it, then it turns into fear-probably of what I'll tell Zeke- then embarrassment, and finally anger.

He glares at me, causing me to laugh even harder. This not the reaction he was expecting, storms off, his face bright red, from the slap or anger, I'm not sure. But either way, this was a great way to end my day.

I walk over to our table still laughing.