| Not my first time writing a fanfiction but it is my first time writing a Divergent fanfiction. Just spreading my love around people. |

🌑 Kiss Cam 🌑

Prologue

"Come on Tris hurry!" says my best friend Christina as she keeps on pulling my arm.

It might seem comical to you seeing Christina (barely 5 feet tall) dragging me (5'7 in case you're wondering) towards our seats. But I was not about to argue with Christina. Since the first day I saw her I knew that she could whoop my ass if she wanted to.

"I'm going, I'm going." I muttered as I try to keep up with her.

We were going to a basketball game to watch Miami Heat play against the Jazz and Christina payed good money for it and she was not about to miss a signal second of it. I saw Christina clutched her black permanent marker in her hand tightly.

I shook my head as her as I smiled she brought the maker in hopes of getting at least one of the basketball player to sign her boob. And I don't know if she was doing it because she wanted to make Will jealous and brag about it or because she really wanted her boobs to get - well signed.

But I still didn't see why we had to go all this way to Miami to watch a basketball game. I mean we lived in Chicago the let's she could do was go for the Chicago bulls, but no Christina fell more in love with the Miami Heat team - especially since it's in Miami.

We reached the very front of the stadium and scooted up to the very front row.

"I'm so excited!" squealed Christina as she squeezed my arm, "I am mean look at them. They're giants makes you wonder what else is giant."

"Christina!" I hiss no doubt my cheeks are flushed an unattractive red, "Control yourself women I'm going to the bathroom I'll be right back."

"Don't take to long." says Christina distractedly as she keeps on watching the players her gaze never leaving them.

We were already a little late and the players were taking a break.

"Be right back." I mumble I squeeze my way between other people I mutter multiples "Excuse me" and "I'm so sorry!" as I keep on heading towards the bathroom occasionally stepping on some one. I see the bathroom and I practically run towards it, but not before I step on some one.

"Ouch!" screams the person as he holds on to his shoe and I notice how his shoe's probably cost more that my entire wardrobe.

"I'm so so sorry!" I squeaked as I try to help him stand as he keeps on hopping on his uninjured foot I step forwards as I try to steady him but only managing into knocking him on the ground.

And I curse Christina internally. Who wears heels to a basketball game? We do.

"Fuck." the stranger growls grabs his head from the impact from the ground.

"Opps! I'm sorry! Here let me help -"

"No!" he yells as I accidentally step on his injured foot - again.

"FUCK! Stay away!" yells the stranger and I notice that we attracted a crowd as they keep on watching us.

"I'm sorry." as I look down at my hands. If you didn't notice before I was a klutz. I could trip over anything. In high school they used to call me Twinkle-Toes. There was once a when I accidentally tripped and managing to also trip our star quarterback making him break both legs and making us lose the championship.

I was beyond happy when I moved to college to Harvard University and all those nights staying late at night studying instead of partying paid off.

I hear people paying more attention to us as the stranger finally stands up and I go quite my mouth suddenly dry.

He was beautiful.

Not that he looked like a female no. But in the masculine handsomeness. He had brown hair that looked like some one ran their fingers through. Had sharp, blue eyes that were staring at me with hatred. He lips were parted making his lower lip slightly pout.

And the shirt he wore suited him well. It was slightly tight making his abs and strong shoulder want you to feel how actually strong he was. I gulped as I tightened my grip on my fingers. I was afraid I would actually touch a complete stranger.

I saw more people gather around us wanting to see what all the commotion was about making me step closer to the handsome stranger that was now scowling at me. I stepped closer to the stranger as nosy people kept on gathering close to us. His scowl deepen as I stepped closer to him.

Okay I was done with this. I didn't purposely try to hurt him and I really needed to pee. I was about to snap at him when I heard something that made me stop in horror.

"We have our Kiss-Cam people!" a loud voice fills the stadium. Blinding lights falls on us and I shield my face away from the lights I see people smiling at us and I hear some people say; "Young love."

"Aren't they just to adorable?" Asked the voice and I glare trying to search the voice

Soon the people around us are chanting

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"What?" I hiss there was no way I was going to kiss the stranger - handsome but no way was I going to kiss him, "No! No! No kissing!"

I scream as I wave my hands around like a lunatic.

"No kissing! No kissing!" I chant and wait for the people to chant with me but they don't follow along instead start booing at us.

"See what you caused!" hissed the handsome stranger as some one throws a soft pretzel at us landing between our feet.

"What I did!" I screeched they keep booing and I'm getting afraid that they'll start throwing more food at us

"Come on love birds just one kiss!" says the voice and I glare up at the stranger and with my eyes I blame him for what's going on.

"This is so not my fault how am I suppose to know that -"

"Let's get this over with." I hear him mutter

"We were going to end up on kiss cam-"

I stop as his soft lips press against mine. I hear the audience sigh and the voice coo at us telling us how cute we are.

But I don't pay attention all I pay attention to is this stranger lips. He grabs me the waist and pulls me closer to him and I sigh contentedly give him the chance to sweep his tongue inside my mouth. I gasp in surprise as he starts tasting me and I move my tongue fighting dominance over him. And I just can't get enough of this man.

I hear wolf whistles and I realize that our kissing might be a little too much to whoever is still watching us. He moves one of his hand to grip the back of my neck as he starts claiming my mouth. And I keep moving my tongue, molding it to his. And I can't get enough.

My hands go to his chest and my fingers tighten on the fabric. I had been kissed before by guys, but none has ever kissed me with this many passion. I suck on his tongue trying to pause our war over dominance, but in the end he breaks away and starts controlling the kiss again he tilts my head trying to go deeper and I happily oblige.

We break apart and I know it's only because we need to catch our breath.

"Wow." I mumble against his lips as we're still pressed up against each other I feel some one clap the strangers back and telling him "good job."

And I remember that he kissed me just so we won't get booed or thrown food at. Without so much of a thought my hand flies from his chest and a slap his handsome face.

"Baby next time you'll learn not to kiss random strangers." I hiss as I push past him and onto the bathroom and I'm grateful that there's barely a long line so I cut in front of them and got inside the tiny stall i heard some protest as I locked the door and lean against it. I hear some one pee in the next stall and ignore it.

My sudden urge to pee vanishes as I touch my swollen lips.

"That was the best kiss I ever had."

I am on fire! I am so excited for this!

So wish me good luck because I'm taking my final exam and cross your fingers and pray for me to totally ace the test

then it's breeeeeeeak!

So review! review! review!

Was that a hot make out session? Or do I need to improve it?

Who do you think the handsome stranger is?

Would you kiss some stranger?