Hey everybody! This is my first fanfiction ever so please cut me some slack :) I'm writing this because the relationship between Al and Tris has always been interesting to me, but more importantly how our lovely Four would feel about said relationship! Most Divergent from Four's POV fanfictions don't really go into detail about his opinions on Al, I mean Fours not stupid and I just think that he definitely noticed how Al felt about Tris. So Im using the first fights scene just to kind of try the idea out ;) I might make more of a story out of it later, I'm not sure yet. I know that in the book Four leaves the room before Molly and Christina's fight, but for the sake of this story we'll just pretend he didnt :)

I do not own Divergent! I'm sure you all know that but just making sure ;)

Fours POV

She laughs at something he says and my stomach tightens. I never meant to fall for her, this small abnegation girl. In fact, I fought it every step of the way. I fought the shivers I got when she touched me, I fought the way my heart sped up when she looked at me, but in the end there is always one thing that can't be beat, that can't be ignored. Jealousy. The emotion was so foreign to me that it took days before I even realized what it was. But there is no denying it now. I am jealous of this lumbering candor that she can call a friend, maybe one day she'll even call him more. I may not be exactly certain what my feelings for her mean, but the very idea of Tris ever being with Al bothers me to no end. And while I have no idea how she feels about him, I know how he feels about her. I can tell by the way he looks at her. It's the same way I look at her when I think no one is watching. I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear Eric bark "Next up- Molly and Christina!". It's funny really, I should be watching the two girls scramble into the arena but instead my first instinct is to glance back at Tris. She is still standing with Al, but no longer laughing. I ignore the ridiculous voice in my head that reminds me of how she can stand with him, cry with him, open up to him, and never have to worry. Shaking my head, I look back at the arena. Molly dives at Christina and she goes down. Hard. If it was up to me this would be where the fight ends, but it is not up to me. Molly punches Christina repeatedly and I pray she goes unconscious. Christina is one of Tris' friends and I don't want anyone who shows her kindness to be harmed. Except maybe Al, he's a little too kind. My eyes wander back to Tris on their own accord and I freeze. She's latched onto Al's arm. He. Is. Touching. Her. The emotion that explodes in my chest shocks me. It's not just the physical contact that bothers me (though that's certainly not helping). It's also the... irony of it all. I came from a faction where public displays of affection were considered completely inappropriate, and yet, here I am, wanting nothing more than to be the person Tris is holding onto at this moment. But even I ever did get the courage to tell her how I feel, and even if by some miracle she felt the same way, that wouldn't be allowed because I am her Instructor, and she is my initiate. All of these feelings and thoughts sprouted from just one simple touch. Am I really so in love with this girl that the very hint of affection she shows someone else is bothering me more than the sight of the candor girl getting beaten to a pulp? Yes. Yes I am.

Thanks for reading! Pretty please review because I would really love to know what about my writing I should work on and what I'm doing well on! Constructive criticism definitely appreciated!