(A/N: ok, so this is my first divergent ff, (I feel like I should just stick to a forum instead of writing for so many. Should i?) so it might suck. This takes place before the second stage of training, but apart of that, no specific time. Tell me what you think? Should I write more? I kinda wanna write more, but idk. ENJOY.)

I had been waiting about five minutes before Christina finally came out of the bathroom. I gave her a sideways glance before we started walking out of our rooms.

"You took your time."

"I was changing!"

"Whatever."

We were walking around the compound, trying to get to the shopping area. When we got there, me and Christina started heading toward the tattoo parlour until she stopped. "What's up?" I asked, curious to know why she wasn't moving anymore. She didn't say anything, just pointed across the room. Standing about a hundred meters from us was Four. My face instantly flushed as red as the lipstick on Christina's face. Luckily, his back was turned, so he couldn't see me. Before I could react, Christina started dragging me by the arm, and I had a sick feeling I knew what she was going to do. We were only standing a few paces away from him now, so close that I could see the ends of his tattoo poking out of his shirt collar. I tried to hide behind some Dauntless borns, but she shoved me out of my hiding spot and directly behind Four. I was so close to him that I swore he could here my heart racing inside my chest. I looked at Christina for what to do, but she only gave me a thumbs up. As confident as ever, she strode up to him and tapped his back. He turned around and I took a step back so I wouldn't be completely pressed up against him.

"Can I help you?"

I started to say no, but Christina cut me off.

"My friend here, Tris, she was the first jumper if you don't remember her, would like you to know that she likes you."

My face once again involuntary flamed red.

"She also thinks you're cute."

And I did. He was tall, with tan skin, dark brown eyes brown hair, and a muscular frame, he was more than just "cute". "Is that so?" He quirked and eyebrow and looked at me. I felt like I was a fish out of the water, struggling to breath without any air. I managed to get in enough air to speak. "What? No... I mean, um, you're not ugly or anything, but uh..." I turned to Christina for help. "What she means to say," she started, "is that yes, she does, and that she will see you later." Christina grabbed my arm and started to pull me away, but I turned to look over my shoulder.

"Bye, Four."

"Bye Tris."

I swear I could almost see him smiling, but he started walking away before I got a good look. I definitely started smiling before I remembered what had just happened. "How could you?" She shrugged and kept walking.

"I just thought you needed a push in the right direction."

"Fine, that's one thing, but a literal push in the right direction is completely different and uncalled for! Now he'll never take me seriously during practices! Oh my god Christina..."

She shrugged again.

"Trust me Tris, one day you'll be thanking me for that."

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Xoxo, ana