Hey initiates! So, I started school last week, and it's already very hectic and busy. I am so very sorry for how long it has been taking for me to update. I will try to update every week, if I can. Thank you for all of the support for my family and thank you for your patience.

~AngelNephilim14

I don't own Divergent.


Tris POV

Clearly, Four is making an effort now. This makes me feel really giddy inside. Finally, he is beginning to let go of his mask and show me the real him. He actually does have feelings for me.

When I arrive at school, Christina bombards me with questions.

"So, how did it go? Where did he take you?"
I snicker at her eagerness. "He took me to the Art Festival. It was so cool. I don't even know how he knew I like that kind of stuff."

"Did Four get to hold your hand?" she asks.

"Yeah, he did, wait," I say, "How did you know about that? Did he tell you that I'm making him work for everything?"

"Yup, missy Trissy. You go little midget! Make that jerk work. He needs to prove he deserves you!" she rhymes.

Rolling my eyes, I pull the books I need for my class out of the locker and reply. "That's why I'm doing all of this, Christina. I want to know that he will actually be there for me, work for me, and do anything for me. I really hope he isn't just screwing around."

"He isn't, just so you know. That little pansycake hasn't been to any clubs or out with any other lady but you. It's like he's whipped," Uriah speaks, coming up from behind me.

"What the hell? You were listening? Don't tell anyone that I said anything, especially not Four!" I demand. I pull Uriah's ear and throw him against the locker.

"Aggressive, I see. But save that for the bed," he taunts.

My eyes widen, then I scowl in disgust. "You pervy jerk! Just keep your mouth shut." Then, I gather my things and head to class. Pansycake, I think, really?


I am strolling down the hallway when I feel someone grab my hand. Feeling the familiar roughness in the grip, I instantly recognize who it is. Instead of looking up, I just fit my body to his like a puzzle piece. He instantly wraps his arm around my waist and I finally look up.

"Well, Four, I see you are getting quite comfortable now," I say.

"I figured that if I could hold your hand, I could hold your waist too. I mean it's kind of a package deal," he answers smugly.

"Oh is it now?" I ask, "I guess if it's a package deal, I can't really do anything about it, now can I?"

He shakes his head, "I would have done it anyways. Plus, I know you want me anyways."

Instead of replying, I snuggle back into his side and continue walking to class. When I get there, Four doesn't leave, or let me walk into class. He just keeps holding me as I make a failed and weak attempt to escape.

"Four, you and I are going to be late if you keep-" I am cut short by him pushing me against the wall next to the door. This cuts me off guard and I am speechless, breathless, waiting for him to make a move. I look at his lips, wishing that I could just slam my lips into his.

He brings them close to my ear and whispers something. My heart is beating frantically. I am not paying attention to his words, but to how close his body is to mine. He is almost flat up against me. I can feel heat radiating off of him. Four's delicious lips curl into a smirk.

That snaps me out of my trance. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Beatrice Prior, will you be my date to homecoming?" he whispers again. Unconsciously, I nod clearly still affected as I fall back into a trance.

"I knew you weren't immune to my charm. I'll see you later babe," Four says, then he walks to his class, across campus.

I am suddenly aware of the looks and stares I am getting from the people in my classroom. This makes me blush and I quickly rush to find my seat before the bell rings. So that is the charm every girl falls for. I can definitely see why.


Every year, Christina has made a big deal out of every school dance. She always had a date. I, on the other hand, did not make a big deal because one: I never had a date, and two: I never planned to go a school dance until senior prom. But this year is different. I actually have a date, and I can see the reason behind all of her stressing.

It took me a week to find the perfect dress. It was a dark ocean blue, kind of like Four's eyes. His dreamy, beautiful eyes that I just want to melt into. The dress is floor length, and I am hoping that it will hide my short legs. I am also wearing heels, so I might be a bit taller.

After getting ready, I walk down the stairs. Then, I wait for Four to come. It's not that he is late, I just thought it would take longer to get ready. I guess I overestimated the amount of time it would take me to apply makeup. I see her do it so much I forget that it takes me a little more than half the time she takes for me to get ready.

We decided to skip out on the football game. I didn't feel like being around a bunch of screaming people when there is a party we are going to later. It is a famous Pedrad party, of course.

I jump up when the bell rings, but before I can get to the door, my brother, Caleb steps in front of me.

"Tris, where are you going?" he asks.

"I am going to homecoming, then to a party, and I'm going to sleep over at Christina's. I already asked mom," I stated.

Caleb smiles. "I know, I just wanted to make sure. At the party, please don't do anything you will regret, like have wild sex. In fact, don't have sex at all. You are way too young."

"Like you haven't done anything with Susan," I laugh, "And we are basically the same age. I wasn't even planning on having sex at all, so I think you're good."

"Okay fine, go have fun," he says, and then he kisses my forehead. Caleb and I have always had a great relationship with each other. Neither of us were very demanding or mean, at least that's what I believe. I wave at him before I open the door.

Four stands there, looking sharp and handsome. He is wearing a tie that matches my dress. My cheeks burn as I feel his intense stare. His mouth curves into a smile and he takes my hand. Together, we walk into his car.

When we get there, he opens the door for me and we walk into the school. Everyone was in very high spirits. I guess our team won the game. Four and I just danced for some part of the night before we got bored and decided just to go to the party first. And when we got there, it was already packed. I changed out of my dress before we left, so I didn't look very out of place.

"Tris!" Christina screams, already drunk, "Come have a drink with me!"

I let my crazy best friend drag me to the kitchen where most of mine and Four's friends were lounging. Each of them were holding shots.

"Hey!" Uriah yells. I raise my eyebrow at him and I fall into Four's arm. If I was going to drink, he was going to do it with me. Zeke hands us two glasses and we down them. I feel the burning sensation travel through my throat. I giggle when it passes through. I guess you could say I'm a lightweight. I get drunk very fast.

Zeke continues to hand Four and I more drinks. I try to resist the urge to drink more because I am getting very wobbly. I fall into Four again and I laugh into his face. He looks like he is trying to suppress a laugh of his own.

"Come dance with me," I breathe.

"Are you sure you can stand Tris? You really shouldn't drink so much," he warns.

I don't answer. I just pull him out of the kitchen and into the crowd. Many people were here. I squeeze the two of us into the middle and I turn my back to his chest. Then, I throw my arms around his neck and I sway my hips to the beat. Slowly, he puts his hands on my hips and holds me while I rock. I look up at him and he seems like he is having a good time.

"This is fun, but I think we need more drinks!" I say, and I pull him back to our friends.

Next thing I know, all of us are sprawled across Uriah's room. Everyone is making out with someone, and Four is trying to kiss me. I am teasingly pushing him away. I let him come close to me, and I almost let him kiss me. I wanted to so bad, but even in a drunken haze, I know better. Stupid conscious. I could have been making out with him if it weren't for you! In the last second, when there was probably a millimeter in between us, I turned my head. His mouth bumped my cheek, and it tingled. The tingle spread through my body, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Why won't you let me kiss you?" he questions.

I don't know why I won't let him. I really want to, but I don't. I just let my head fall into his shoulder and I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I am on top of Four. Our legs are entangled, and my hair is a mess. I try to roll off of him, but even in his sleep, he has an iron grip on me. I eventually fall back asleep. I wake up again to a lot of giggling and the flashing sound of a camera.

My eyes open to see that it was Uriah giggling like a schoolgirl and Christina and Marlene taking pictures of Four and me. They are making so much noise that Four wakes up to, and he finally lets me go. While he is giving everyone a death glare, I avert my eyes to Zeke. He gives Four a troubled look.

When Four looks back at him, he immediately gets up and walks out of the room, Zeke following suit.

Minutes later, he comes back and whispers to me, "I have someone to see. I'll call you later, okay?"

I nod my head, hoping everything is okay.


Four POV

"Thanks for meeting me out here. You don't know how much I needed that," I say.

"Anything you need. It's not good for you to be deprived from this for so long," she purrs.

"We should do this again sometime, Nita," I offer. I can feel the guilt start to creep up on me.

"Definitely," she whispers seductively, "Tomorrow, my parents will be gone. Come over?"

I give her a wink while she fixes her skirt, and pulls her lace underwear back on. I walk out of her car with no emotion. I guess old habits die hard.


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