Hey guys! I am so sorry I have to keep deleting chapters! I have had a few coding issues - thank you for pointing those out, Anonymous reviewer! I think I have figured it out, though. Thank you, everyone, for all your support. I know this story only has 3 followers, but I expected 0, so I am really happy you like this. Please review! I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT! (P.S. I decided to do a little Four POV in this chapter, let me know if I should keep doing that)!
Four POV
She is beautiful. She is beautiful and she is shaking my hand. I take this chance to look at her. She isn't perfect - no one is - but she is as close to perfect as I have ever seen. Suddenly, Marcus, my father, coughs. I look up at him, afraid. He will probably beat me later. I drop her hand. I think she said her name was Tris, and I was too zoned out to remember, but now I just stare at my feet, afraid that looking Marcus in the eye will make him whip me more when we get home.
Tris POV
Four and I eat dinner in silence, so our parents kind of do the talking for us. What we don't say, they make up for. All night long they carry on conversations about weather, Summer, anything. Finally, when both of the parents had finished their dinner and were still talking, Four and I decided to go sit on the couch and talk.
"So, what do you like to do around here?" Four asks. It takes me a moment to grasp what he just said - I have to really think before I answer. He wants to carry on a normal conversation with me? I think, astonished. Still, I try my best not to let my innermost girly side show through, which I have never had to do.
I twirl my hair. "Usually, my friends go over to the Milkman Shake Shop, but since I have Soccer, sometimes we go to FroYo YoLo Shop after my games to get ice cream. I like to go other places, too, though." I say. Nailed it! I think to myself. Suddenly I stop myself. Am I twirling my hair? I immediately yank my hand down and put it in my lap. You look so dumb now! I say silently to myself.
Four POV
Tris is so cute when she twirls her hair!
Tris POV
"Cool," Four replies. "I was just wondering - er - I've been trying to fit in like a normal kid everywhere I go, but every time I try to join a friend group, all they're interested in is the fact that I'm famous. So, I guess what I'm trying to ask is, may I hang out with y'all? That is, you and your friends?" I am shocked. I look down at my feet, afraid he'll see my cheeks get red.
"Sure!" I say, a little enthusiastically. Dumb Tris, I silently scold myself.
"Thanks!" He exclaims with the same enthusiasm. I smile.
"You know, I honestly thought you were one of those popstars who only cared about themselves. Now I know you are far from it," I admit. I decide that if we're gonna be friends, I have to stop fangirling in the deep, dark corner of girliness instilled in me by Christina, my best friend. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, right before Mr. Eaton walks in from the dining room.
He clears his throat before speaking, and I find myself fearing him. Four gulps. I don't know why, but I scoot a little closer to him. I reach for his hand. He reaches out and takes my hand in his. I gulp, but not for the same reason he did. Four sneezes, and I turn my head back to Mr. Eaton. He clears his throat again. "Four, it's time to go."
