Getting Her (Rewritten&Completed)~Editing

prologue

Tris' eyes moved from his hair to his pink lips which he was biting the bottom of. He cleared his throat and she blushed, looking up at him while he rubbed the back of head. Rachel gagged from behind Tris, being the same troublesome best friend that she'd grown to love and hate at the same time.

Rachel stood up, tucking her soccer ball under her arm, "I'm going to shower. Max keep her busy,"

At that moment, Tris felt like strangling her bestfriend who took it upon herself to try and get her to date her brother. Sure, she appreciated it but at the same time, she wanted to go out with Max because of her hard work.

You can't even talk to him idiot.

He nodded nonchalantly, watching Rachel as she run up the stairs before turning back to Tris, finally giving her the full attention she hadn't recieved from him since he accidentally tripped her when they'd first met.

"Wanna watch Tv?" Max offered, shrugging lightly. He found it awkward that he practically had to babysit his sister's best friend but tried not to show it. Tris frowned and shook her head, deciding to stay silent before she embarrassed herself like she usually did whenever she was around him. It was the first time she had been alone with him and unlike her lovestruck fantasies, conversation didn't flow easily.

Max cleared his throat, swinging from his heels to his toes, something he often did in awkward situations and tried to think of something they could do instead of waiting for Rachel to finish her endless showers.

"We can make something," he offered after a moment of silence, smiling at the brunnete in front of him. Tris smiled, glad that he'd finally found something she'd loved doing- cooking- and nodded.

Max released a breath, almost one of relief and began to walk towards the kitchen while ignoring the buzzing in his pocket. Tris noticed but didn't say anything. Instead, she focused on the fact that she was standing right next to Max Grey.

She inhaled, savouring the scent of wind and cologne that clung to Max like a t-shirt clung to a sweaty person. Their footsteps fell in sync unintentionally and Tris smiled, shoving her hands into her pockets to keep her hand away from his hair that was practically begging her hand to run through it.

Max glanced up at the girl next to him, noticing how she looked at everything but him. He had to admit, the girl was quite attractive but he wasn't into girls like her.

For a screw and dump, it would've been ok but not for a full time relationship. To a boy like him, who valued the freedom of being single, love seemed pretentious and horrible.
Besides, with the things he got himself into, dragging a girl into all of it seemed unfair.

When they finally got to the kitchen, Tris walked towards the cookbook she knew they always kept on the counter next to the breadbin. Max watched her as she walked around the kitchen like she'd done it a million times before. Max frowned slightly.

She probably had done it a million times but Max had been too caught up with his own problems to notice how much time she spent around them.

Tris looked up when the intervals between the buzzing of Max's phone grew shorter, slightly annoyed that his phone was interrupting the time they were meant to be spending together.

"Sorry," Max sighed, noticing how the brunnete had set her jaw. Tris waved it off and opened the fridge, looking for some butter.

Max unlocked his phone and stared at the text messages bombarding his screen. He swallowed hard when he reached the last one and looked up at the girl walking around the kitchen in a hurry.

"Let me help," he said, stepping towards her. Tris nodded, smiling back at him and cleared her throat, ready to say something to him.

She took a deep breath. "Thanks Max."

Max nodded and began to look for a bowl in their large kitchen while the text message ran through his head over and over again.

Text message from Z.M:

Target: Tris Jacobs

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'd love to hear you thoughts! It's a bit different from how I wrote it before but I like it better.

The chapters will grow longer overtime. I just made it like this because it's just a prologue so...yeah.

The trailer is above!

Love
Musawa