Chapter Twenty-Five- The Visit

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I breathed out in exhaustion as I looked at my room in satisfaction. I just tidied up my room and I honestly felt proud of myself for even finishing it.

With a huge grin I then entered my bathroom. Time for the most amazing shower of my life.

I applied some lipgloss and mascara and smiled

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I applied some lipgloss and mascara and smiled. I wasn't going to go all glam for tonight, it wasn't really needed. I wasn't going to stay with them for long, because what would I even do among them? Skinny jeans and a hoodie were going to do just fine.

I walked out of my room and froze for a second when I heard voices downstairs. I recognized it as Archer's father's voice and I dashed downstairs. They were in the living room, chatting and laughing. I nearly groaned in annoyance when I spotted Archer sitting between his father and mother.

I walked towards them and waved at them, greeting them in a low voice. His father hugged me and his Mom simple waved back with a friendly smile, but Archer just ignored me. I returned the favor and sat down next to Jake.

“What's the deal between you and Archer?” Jake whispered in my ear and I looked at him with a blank face.

“Nothing, we just dislike each other,” I said bluntly.

“Well, at least it's dislike and not hate,” Jake said and just then I realized what I said.

I looked at Archer. Do I not hate him anymore? He was looking at my parents as they spoke and the sudden smile on his face made my heart race a little. He ran a hand through his hair and turned his head in my direction, making me look away quickly.

I wanted to avoid looking at him at all costs, but it felt so impossible.

“Come on, let's get some dinner. My gorgeous wife also made some pie, which is the only reason I planned this dinner,” Dad joked and they laughed, even Jake.

We got up and the rest walked to the kitchen, but I chose to close the main door first. A cold breeze hit my face and I shivered a little, feeling the goosebumps form on the back of my neck.

I closed the door and locked it. I then stuffed my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and then turned around, nearly jumping ten feet in the air when I saw Archer standing behind me with his arms crossed over his chest.

I removed my gaze from him and tried walking past him, but he gently held me by my elbow, stopping me.

“What do you want, Archer?” I asked, getting a little irritated.

“I want the truth,” he said in a soft voice.

I felt a pang in my heart, but didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see my face, he would immediately know that I wasn't telling the entire truth.

“What are you even talking about?” I turned around and tried to look as normal as possible.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't act innocent. Who is that man really?” I noticed his hand turn into a fist.

“Why do you care?” I glared at him, “My life should be none of your fucking business, Archer!”

I gasped lowly as his hand held the back of my neck a little roughly. It's not like he caused any pain or something; it just startled me a little. He pulled me closer to him, glaring down at me.

“It is my business, Rianna Vaan Delogh,” he said making my eyes grow wide.

“H-how did you...” I breathed out, unable to finish my sentence.

“Tris! Archer! Where are you guys?” I heard Mom's voice and we both looked towards the kitchen.

Archer let go of me, “I'm coming, Mom!” I shouted back.

“This is not over,” Archer pointed at me before walking into the kitchen.

I stayed rooted to the floor for a few seconds before collecting myself and entering the kitchen. Since that moment, I was feeling a little absent and barely heard what everyone talked about. All that lingered around in my head was the question of how Archer found out my name. The name I gave up years ago.

I pushed my plate away from me and stood up, “Excuse me, please. I'm afraid I don't really feel well. Is it alright if I go upstairs to my room?” I looked at my Dad and he shot me a slight nod.

I nodded back and went to my room as quick as possible. I closed the door behind me and anxiously started pacing around my room. How did he find out my name? I froze. Did he find out everything else too?

Feeling the need to wash my face, I raced to my bathroom towards the sink. I placed my hands at each end of the sink, my heart beating drastically. I hastily turned on the tap and splashed a handful of water on my face repeatedly until I grew tired of it. I then grabbed my towel and wiped my face as I walked out of the bathroom.

I tossed the towel on my desk and looked up, only to see him standing there, right in the middle of my room. I pursed my lips, feeling myself getting even more anxious.

“What do you want from me? Can't you really just stay away from me?” I said in a flat tone as he walked closer to me.

“I can't...” he said in a low voice, “I can't stay away from you. Even if I want to, I can't. I try to hate you, but I can't. I try to ignore you, but how could I when my heart skips a beat whenever you even glance at me?” a sudden emotion flashed through his eyes.

“What...” I frowned at him.

He was so close to me now and my brain said back off, but my heart said stay.

“It's been years since someone managed to make me feel all this,” his jaw clenched, “I mean, if it was someone else, maybe I wouldn't come between you and your happiness, but that fucking old man, really, Tris?!”

“You have no right to interfere in my life! I date whoever I want to and it's better if you stay away from me. You hated me in the beginning, and you can continue hating me now, I don't fucking care!” my voice raised.

I was suddenly slammed to the wall and then trapped between Archer and the wall. His one had rested against the wall next to my face and the other one held my neck gently. My eyes closed as his lips connected to the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Tell me you don't care now...” he murmured against my neck. I couldn't say anything, because I in fact did care. I cared a lot, “You can't say anything now, can you? That's because you really do care. Don't deny these feelings, you're only hurting yourself...” his lips left my neck and his gaze connected with mine, “I don't hate you, Tris. I just,” his lips touched my ear as he whispered, “hate your big forehead...”

He pulled away from me and I looked at him with wide eyes, “You remember...”

He smiled down at me, “I know you have feelings for me, and now I just want to know why you're hanging out with an old man.”

I stared at him, wondering if I should tell him the truth or not.

I licked my lips, avoiding his intense gaze, “Then I suggest you sit down and get yourself ready to pity me. It's going to be a sad tale.”

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