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"I can live without dancing, but I don't think I can live without my friends." - Kang Yeon Do

"So what song should we perform today?" I ask, as we make our way through the corridors.

"I don't know," Zeke replies, then looping his arms around Al's neck."But me and Uri's got a kickass choreography, for that song you keep listening to."

We are now at the doorway of our club, but before I can answer, Christina beside me gasps.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Wha-" I avert my eyes to the room and catch the big bolded red words sprayed on the carpet:

DIVERGENTS OUT!

"Why..." I mutter. Then realisation dawns on me and I whip my head to Al, Zeke and Uriah who are now holding on to each other. "What did you guys do?"

Marlene speaks up. "They made a ruckus out of Erudite's room, throwing dirt everywhere!"

"This was for revenge," Christina explains. "Erudite can also play dirty so it seems." Her eyes narrow.

Tobias stood among all the mud and dirt that was smudged all over the room.

"What is this!" Drew shouted, blowing the dirt away from his notebook. "Who the hell did this?"

Tobias knew. He scratched his lip in thought while everyone else stood behind him, taking in the ruckus.

"Vice pres, you're not going to do anything?" Molly asked, in an accusing tone. It was his responsibility. He had to know what to do. After all, he was always ranked higher than her, she thought bitterly.

But all he did was smirk, even gave a slight chuckle. "These punks are really creative." Molly crossed her arms and clenched her fists.

"Those dumbasses from Divergent!" Peter growled

Peter couldn't take it anymore and knocked a table over with a sharp kick.

I give a crazed smile and cracked my knuckles. Let's go.

It wasn't hard work but it did cause us a lot of troubles, sneaking around and stuff, but we did it. Teared apart on their room, their books, notebooks, everything. It wasn't like they couldn't replace it! With stashes of money up their sleeves, what we did was basically nothing.

But the next day, as we enter out club room, we are surprised to find everything was in place.

"What is this?" Marlene asks, suspicion laced in her voice.

Christina scoffs. "They've already given up?"

Uriah erupts into laughter but then gives out a painful cry as he crashes onto the ground from his chair.

"What the-" We glance at him on the floor with a collapse chair, and I raise my eyebrows.

'Tris!" I turn around to see Al holding our stereo with a broken speakers, then Zeke points out a crack in all of our chairs with the potential to bring us down. Not only that but we slowly start to uncover more faulty things: broken CD's in our albums, damaged hooks to hang our bags, dim lights and oily patches on the floors where we usually dance.

"That's it!" Al growls.

"SCREW YOU AND YOUR BRAINS, ERUDITE!" Christina screeches.

I slap a hand to my forehead and groan.

I know what I have to do now.

Dammit.

I slide the chair in front of the couch to where he's sitting and am about to place my butt on it, when he slams his feet on the seat, using it as a rester.

"A peace treaty?" He repeats. I side glance to him. Ohhh... you jerk...

But I put on my widest smile, half seething as I glare at his feet on my seat.

"Just for now." I look up at him. "If we keep fighting, we might get abolished... Just us." I grit my teeth and can no longer contain my glare at him. He notices and crosses his arms.

"You're not that hospitable for someone who is a guest here."

I place a hand to gesture myself. "It's because we're poor, sir!" I turn away and go to the mini fridge.

"Yes, what shall I get you? Water? Co-"

"Cola!" He says in a sing-song voice.

My muscles tense but I muster up a calm tone. "Yes, sir!" I sing. But then I pick a cola up, and start shaking it like crazy, like I was shaking a demon out of the can.

"Here!" I turn around, and thankfully he was staring at something else and didn't notice a damn thing.

I internally chuckle. That's right, bitch...I throw him the can and he catches it swiftly.

"Hey, isn't this a bit unfair?" I croon. "Our clubs are quite similar..." He scratches his lip and looks up at me with bright blue eyes. "But we're the only ones always being cursed at and discriminated against!" He nods in mock understanding like he's deep in thought.

"Do you know what Bill Gates once said?" He sits up with both hands on his cola can. "Life is unfair as it is." He begins to open the can. "So one should quickly get used to the truth." Then the thing finally bursts, along with my temper, as hot, boiling water spills through my veins.

"HEY!" I kick the seat under from his feet, meanwhile the coke squirts all over our clothing. I also manage to trip, after I kicked the chair and fall right... On top of him.

ERMYGOD...His face is legit right in front of me. He holds my waist and I can't stop my eyes from blinking. I cock my head to the side as his facial features become more prominent up close. A small patch of a very much lighter blue on the left iris right next to the corner of his eye, making it look like there's a single star in his midnight eyes.

We both stay like that for a while, both of us unsure what to do. Even he looks shocked. His eyes widen and man... I can't stop blinking! He looks at me intently and I squirm a little.

Then a wide smile cracks his stone face, and I raise my eye brows.

"You feel burdened, right?" I don't say a thing. "One... You get off me first."

His voice is low, and silky. "Two... I get off first."

Then his eyes move to my lips. "Three..." He leans in closer and I can feel his hot breath on my face and the smell of spearmint makes my mind go a bit hazy. "Since we're already in this situation, we just go for it..."

He leans in closer and closer, when I suddenly snap awake, just as a sound of a camera shutter sounds off, breaking the silence.

We both turn to the door, in time to see someone had taken a photo of us on their phone. The figure flees and I jump off him.

What just happened?

UNKNOWN POV

I stop running until I'm on the stairs and take my phone out again from my pocket. I send the picture to everyone I know, making sure to include the teachers.

I report Second Years Tobias Eaton and Beatrice Prior on the account of inappropriate behaviour.

"What the hell is this?!" I hear voices murmuring loudly from the notice boards so I make my way towards the crowd gathered in front of it.

Even Christina, and the others are there! I push past some people and they look up at me, with judgemental eyes and pursed lips. Exam results were posted up weeks ago, though. They still can't be shocked at my grade right?

But I reach to the front to find a photo of me, practically lying on top of Tobias with only his hands on my waist filling the gap between us, our faces close, his eyes on my lips and my face red with embarrassment.

What I feel right now wouldn't compare to what I felt next, as I read the notice on top of the photo.

DUE TO IMMORAL ACTIVITY OCCURRING IN THEIR ALLOTTED SPACE, THE STUDENTS INVOLVED WILL FACE THE ABOLISHING OF THE CLUB BELOW AS A RESULT:

DIVERGENT

"Hey what is this? What happened?" Zeke growls. He looks to me, along with the others and my head goes heavy, like all the blood is rushing to it, clouding my head with anger.

There is no 'Erudite', no punishment for them. Nothing.

"Goddamn it... Goddamn it all..." I coarsely mutter.

"I bet Erudite is behind this," Marlene says darkly. "We have to rip out their hairs for them to get it."

"Who took the photo?!" Al shouts. "And that bastard, Tobias Eaton gets off tax free just because he's in Erudite!"

"You think Erudite is merely just Erudite?" Uriah mutters. "They're all kids who have connections. Whose side do you think they'll take?" He says bitterly. My heart drops. I've never seen Uriah like this. Him and Zeke, they're a pair. They goof around all the time, never once have I seen him so... Disappointed.

This is bull crap.

I rip off my bag from my shoulders and shove it in Marlene's hands. The people gathered around makes way for me as I start trudging to the principal's office.

"Has she gone mad?"

"Maybe it was her that initiated it. I mean... Tobias would never go for someone like her!"

"They deserve it."

"Tris!" Christina calls to me.

But I don't look back, not even for a second. I got all this heat in my chest, and I need to let it out. I need some justice in this school, like I need oxygen to breathe. And if Divergent no longer exists, I have nothing anymore, no more oxygen, no more living. Nothing. So fuck it, fuck everything, I'm not giving up, because it would be like giving up on life and agreeing to play dead for three more years in this damned school.

This ain't the end. I'm still alive.

UGH my gosh... So this was kinda Fourtis right? I mean they nearly kissed I guess! Look, I know he seems like a jerk! Give it some time, trust me!

Please keep reading! It will get better :D

Hope you enjoyed :)

~Kim xo