Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction and I don't exactly know what I'm doing yet. I'm not one for long authors notes, so I just wanted to introduce myself. Flames accepted. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Divergent, Insurgent, or any other crazy awesome characters.
Smileys,
Qwerty
Tris POV:
He shifted nervously. "Do...do you think a hug would give away too much?" And when he smiled, that embarrassed, awkward smirk, I could honestly say it:
"I don't care anymore." He didn't need to be told twice. He swooped down and kissed me. And right then, in that second, it felt like everything, everyone, didn't matter. Everything was falling away. My hands on his chest, his looping my waist, and that was the world.
When I pulled away, I felt girly and hopelessly lovesick. I didn't want to turn and face my friends, didn't want to hear what Christina had to say. I loved him, he loved me, and nothing else had ever mattered more in a single second like it did then. But I knew I had to, and so I steeled myself, and finally, my mind caught in debate, I turned. Thankfully, we hadn't attracted too much attention to the kiss, and even as Tobias muttered a weak excuse, I knew I had to face them alone.
Uriah's jaw was practically touching the floor, and Lynn dropped into a seat and rubbed her temples. "Jesus..." She muttered, "...that's disgusting."
I nearly cried in relief.
"What the-" Will started to laugh, his eyes watering, clutching his sides. But unlike him, Christina spun on a heel and left, her face stormy. "Christina! Wait!" I followed her, running past people swathed in black and congratulating one another.
She finally stopped, in the back of the pit, biting her lip. "Tris..."
"Listen, Christina. I know I should have told you, it's just..." I swallowed. "You're the only friend I have. I... didn't want to lose that."
"I- I guess I understand." She cracked a smile. "That's so cute. A forbidden romance? Adorable."
I was so relived, I could dance. "So...no hard feelings?"
She rolled her eyes. "Puh-leese. Like I could be mad at you." I smiled and pulled her up to her feet. "Thanks. You know what? Do you want to get ready for the party together?" Christina's face lit up. "YES!" she squealed. We laughed and picked up the keys to our apartments, 2274, and 2356. Christina dropped by the dorms and picked up her "bag of magic" as she calls it, which is hardly the truth. "More like bag of murder." I muttered under my breath. But to tell the truth? I loved it when she did my makeup. I made me feel pretty. Free. Wild. Daring.
It made me feel Dauntless.
Sorry for the shortness. I will probably update today and then tomorrow morning.
Qwerty