Hey, this is Couldneverdreamtobebetter and I wish you like this... Aspiring to be a writer, I already have a book, but I loved Divergent, so I decided to do this. If you have anything to say, write to me or review.
Chapter One: A Revelation
As I conjugate verbs for my English class, my foot itches and I rub it against my other leg. Nothing feels right. Without realizing it, I stop working and doodle. I am so uncomfortable. I finally loosen my tie and take off my jacket. I have an urge to take off my skirt too and put on normal clothes, but the bell hasn't rung yet i.e. I'm not allowed too. I look around my room, seeing the black ornaments and fresh paint. School started like a month ago and I already feel more at home than I did with my parents. Kind of liberating, actually. I try to concentrate on the swirling words, but it doesn't work and I end up drawing again. I turn up my music, as I get even more bored and wait for something slightly more interesting than this to happen. Christina comes in, someone attached to her arm. I sigh and pile up my books in my arms. Will is Christina's new body part and seems kinda shy to be in her room. There really only is Dauntless House that would let members of two differents sexes in the sam bedroom and even more during school hours. I don't mind waving because they are already waiting for me to have left to get cosy. I close the door behind me and hear the click. I slump down in front of it, not knowing where to go. If only the dorm room doors where soundproof because I hear kissing sounds from inside. I shuffle to my feet and walk down the hallway towards the library. I hate working there. The sounds of people from other houses trying to kiss without being seen. They could have chosen Amity or Dauntless who let their pupils be in young love. Erudite and Abnegation frown upon it completely. Amity allows affection, but not in the rooms. Daunntless doesn't care as long as protection is administered. The thought sends a shiver down my back and I walk faster. I open the old rock door and walk across the paved courtyard to the Studies Building. I lower my gaze, scared of seeing someone I wouldn't want to like, as a not-so-random exemple: Peter. The wind picks up and I like it. It cools me down a bit. Autumn is fast approaching. I have to admit that the Amity campus will look spectacular. The colors from their trees will be beautiful. Dauntless campus doesn't have real trees, we only have these giant black rock sculptures that tower over the buildings. I meet a few teachers and it's funny to see Mrs. Reyes in a flashy red turtle neck dress. I chuckle and open the door to the building. It's one of the only that give mutual access to all the Houses. I go up the stairs, my echo ringing in my ears. I finally enter the giant hall filled with books and students and sit at a huge table. I don't look at my page, I just pretend to work, so the teachers will think I'm a good student. The bell rings and half the students run out. I stay there, not wanting to interrupt Christina and Will's love scene. We have a rule, when one of us (Christina or I) brings a boy to the dorm, the other must scram. I check the time and wish I could go home. I'm not sure if I'm thinking of my parent's house or my dorm room. I notice Mr. Eaton talking to one of the other Dauntless students. I remember that my tie is loose and my blouse unbottoned and worst of all, my tattoos are visible. I look down and draw again. I see him in the corner of my eye move towards me. He sits down in front of me and my heart pounds. He's only a few years older. I guess he's Divergent, that would explain why he could become a teacher so fast. Maybe I'll do that too, being one myself. He doesn't look at me, he just starts correcting our fighting evaluations. He's our Physic's Ed. teacher. I breathe in trough my mouth, trying not to make sound. I feel something against my leg and my heart speeds up. Crap. I think the table is vibrating, synchronized with my shaking. I look up and Mr. Eaton is staring straight at me. My breathing picks up and I don't know what to do. He starts to laugh and I wonder if he's laughing at me. I follow his gaze to an Erudite couple in the corner and see them trying to sneak a kiss at each other when they think no one is watching.
He speaks up, "For Erudites, they sure don't have a lot of ressources. I mean, the stacks farther would be so much better and they wouldn't have to deal with the Stiff librarian. Or even better, the bathrooms. I mean, I've never done it there, but the things you hear when you wash your hands." I snicker and he smiles. Is he insinuating something? "Yeah, I wonder what that would be like." I am litteraly shivering at the thought of kissing him in a bathroom stall. He's just two years older, after all. And he's yummy too. I grab my books and he looks surprised. I breathe in heavily.
"I have to go to the bathroom on the third floor." I hope this is what he wanted. I walk down the hall and open the door. I go up to the third floor and wait a bit. A minute later, the door opens and he looks from side to side. I drop my books to the floor in a loud THUMP and he sets his eyes on me. He gets in and his hands finds my cheek. I pull him with me to the closest stall. He stiffens for a second and I think he'll go all practical on me. He runs over to where I dropped my books and drags them to the stall. I slap the door closed and press him against it. His lips find mine and his hands set themselves on my waist. He slowly goes down my leg and then up again, under my skirt. He reaches the top of my thighs and stops ascending. He gets back to my waist and I play with his hair. "I-I'm not-not having sex with you, Mr. Eaton." He laughs dryly and drops me. I feel cold all of a sudden.
"First of all, I wasn't even expecting this, so you are exceding my expectations. Secondly, don't call Mr. Eaton, at least, not while we're making out." Now, it's my turn to laugh. I nod and press my face to his, melting into one.
"What should I call you then?" His fingers brush against my soulders and push up against me.
"My friends call me Four." I nod and we've stop talking. We've replaced it with something more interesting and breathtaking. Litteraly. I don't want this to stop ever, but then, a girl comes into the bathroom. We stop for a second, so she won't hear our panting. She's not alone. Another girl is with her.
"Have you seen the new teach? Ho-ot!" One of the girl says, after licking her lips. I try to think who is the "new teach". Mr. Pavolino is new, but "ho-ot" is not the stretched out word I would use.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She takes a pause. "We're dating. I'm mean, we were going out when he was still a student and since he's Divergent, he's a teacher early on. So, yeah, it's been going on for a while. More than two years. I mean, we've done it. More than once." I sigh silently, tired of waiting and hearing about this girl's lovelife. I'm only half listening anyway.
"Oh my God! I didn't even know you'd swipped your V-card and more than once... Wow! You and Mr. Eaton." My face grows as I realize that he has a girlfriend. I look through the crack in the door and see a girl in Dauntless. Emily, I think is her name. I want to slap Four, who know looks redder than a tomato. I wait until the girls are gone and I open the door. I grab my books and am about to walk out when he catches my arm.
"Come on, Tris, let me explain." Before he can say another word, I slap him. Hard. Good.
"I'm sure you can." And with that, I walk out.