Chapter 1:
"Peter?' I croak, lifting my hands to place them on the thin glass. His defeated looking face presses up against it, placing his hands on the glass, right over mine with loving emphasis. His eyes are wide and devastated.
"Yeah." He sobs as the water starts pooling at my knees. We have only so much time left. "Yeah, it's me." He sobs hoarsely fighting to keep the tears out of his voice that's thick with emotion. I'm in a four poster glass box that is slowly filling with water. Soon I will drown. I wonder if it would hurt too much.
"I want to say I'm sorry, for leaving." I squeak, my eyes flitting over his face quickly. Tears for as his breath hitches, staring into mine wildly and quickly. He seemed to be drinking in my features, as if he'd never see me again.
Alive that is.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Peter whispers fiercely, and then the water was pooling at my waist. I starting tapping on the glass absently, thinking of all the things I am sorry for.
The things I never told him, even if I have showed him.
"I love you Peter." I say suddenly, and his pale hand is tracing my face smoothly through the glass. He's spoken his mind all his life in Candor, yet here he stands, he is silently. He stands before me, biting his bottom lip as he looks at me through the glass fearfully.
"You can't say it, can you Peter?!" I snap suddenly. I rip both of my hands off the glass and pull them tightly against my sides. Peter frowns at me. "What?"
"You can't just say 'I love you', like a normal person?! Or how bout you give me a hug-!"
"Hug you?!" Peter snarls in outrage, and I wince "I have done nothing but wait on you, do what you say, buy you nice tings-! I gave up saving my friends just so I could save you! How can I say I don't love you?!" Peter shouted, and then broke eye contact with me. He strode over the other side of his room, picked up a char, and ran back to the glass box I was trapped in.
"I didn't say that Peter! All I'm saying is this is the first time I said I love you, and all you do is stare at me like I'm crazy!" I snapped, and then jumped back as Peter slammed the metal chair hard against the glass wall. It doesn't do anything. The crystal clear, sparkling water drifts up to my neck. Peter's eyes widen as he repeatedly slammed the chair against the glass.
"Well you know what?! I'll just go out and say it. I! Love! You! I've been in love with you since day one!" He yelled, slamming the chair hard against it with every word. Sweat and frustration gleamed on the back of his neck as I helplessly watched. The glass shuddered against the brutal treatment he gives it. But it doesn't break yet.
Yet.
"Who beat up the second biggest fighter in the faction out of jealousy, because he kept giving you looks?!" He shouted, slamming the chair again. It's cracking. I gasped, jumping onto the tips of my toes in an effort not to let the water into my mouth.
"And I'll admit it. I was jealous. I saw Edward and you taking alone in a hallway and I kept it to myself. I saw you two smiling and throwing each other goo goo eyes. So I stabbed him in the eye while he slept!" Peter shouted at the top of his lungs. He slammed the chair into the glass with an uncontrollable force. He was furious. The water had just enough time to slide over my head as the glass broke with a loud smash. I went falling and tumbling into a flood of glass and water, sputtering and catching my breath. Peter threw the chair over his shoulder and reached down to help me up.
'Woo! You alright?" He asked, and I was abruptly pulled to my feet shakily. "Yeah Peter, yeah." I sighed, and then shook all my hair back. My hair was soaked but I wasn't worried about that. "Sorry, got a bit carried away for a moment, didn't I?" He asked, shaking his hair back. It was handsome and amazing, and my fingers twitched nervously. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. But he looked over to the square box, which was still emitting streams of flowing water. It flowed and reached my feet, but he was smiling, unwavering. We were safe.
"Peter, thank you. How did you find me?" I asked, looking around the room. We were in an empty one, composed of a single large glass box. Which Peter had ultimately smashed.
"No idea." He said, shrugging. And I frowned. I don't know why, but something turned me off a little about him. He wasn't complete.
"Peter-! Oh no!" I sobbed, becoming overcome with emotion.
"What?!" He asked, and I frowned. I spent a few seconds looking at his face, and then took the knife he had strapped to his thigh. "Its just a simulation. When I stab myself with this, I'll be right back in Jeanine's office." I said, and the room sizzled and cracked when I stabbed my thigh.
"You'll have to do better then that Jeanine." I chuckle dryly, and I'm sitting across from Jeanine again, who is looking angry then I've ever seen her.
"How?! How is it that your able to overcome the simulation?!" She screamed, and I shrugged with a smirk.
"Strong will power. I'm divergent, remember?" I smirk, and shift my eyes to stare longingly at Peter, who is boringy gazing out the window. Unaware that my worst fear is fearing that I'm in love with him. Its bad enough that I'm not good enough for him. If he found out that I dream about him every night, that every day I picture him and I together, instead of me and Tobias.
But he would never except me, for I am not good enough for him. I'm just Tris the stiff, an Abnegation girl that he'll only ever see as a little girl. He turns to face me, and our eyes meet. My face goes hot and I can't think for seconds. To save myself the time and embarrassment, I turned to Jeanine, and throw myself at her, clawing at her. Trying to kill her.
She is the enemy. She made me kill Will, one of my best friends.
I will kill her until she hurts any more of the people I love. But Peter is suddenly at my side, pulling me to his chest and away from Jeanine, who is kicking and screaming. I sigh into his tight embrace, letting his large arms engulf me as he drags me to my room.
I wonder what Tobias would say if he knew what I was thinking when Peter's hand brushed my chest lightly.
(A/N: Heh, so what do you think? Should I turn it into a chapter story? I was just going to make it into a one shot but hey, if you guys like it, why not?!
This is BellatrixRemairBlackTobiasPeterMarvelCatoSnape reporting and teling you to all have a good night.
Also. Whenever I think of what Peter looks like, I always see Cato from the Hunger Games. I haven't seen the Divergent Movie yet and I'm not looking forward to spoiling my Cato endeverence. But hey:
I can't wait until Divergent comes on in Paper View!)