Hey guys! Been a long time, hasn't it? I'm sorry I didn't write for a while! I was busy with homework. However, I managed to squeeze this chapter in! Hope you guys enjoy! I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT! Also, sorry if y'all are getting bored with it being Tris POV all the time! I'm starting to just do Four POV every once and awhile. Let me know what you guys think - review! Also, I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I have been kind of having writers block and this story has only taken place over two days, and it is chapter seven already. I will do better, I promise! (P.S. There is a hidden song lyric in this chapter! Comment the song title, author, and the lyric in the reviews!)
Tris POV
The bell has just rung out through the school, and I have a free period. I shove all my stuff in my locker. Grabbing Four's hand, I attempt to drag him to where u want to take him. He, however, is not so easy to drag - he's taller than me, and he's about twice my weight.
"Where are you going, missy?" Four asks, grinning. I backhand slap him in the shoulder. He doesn't even flinch.
"I'm taking you to my secret spot," I reply, trying to sound stubborn. Obviously it doesn't work, because he doesn't seem to have changed his stubborn mind. Only the tiniest bit of curiosity sparks in his eyes.
"Where is it?" He asks, still looking a little indifferent. I poke his stomach, and he elbows me back. We show affection like two brothers - roughhousing, poking, and things of that nature.
"If I told you now, it wouldn't be a secret!" I whine. "Just come on." I grab him by the wrist. He sighs and lets me lead him where I want to go. Once the crowded halls are empty, I whisper,
"Close your eyes." He does what I say, for once. I lean over and lean close to his ear to whisper again.
"Do you trust me?" I ask him. "Because you might think I cheated on you when you see this. I really like you, Four, even if we just met, and I hate keeping secrets, so I need to show you this." I gulp, waiting for a response.
Four POV
She thinks I don't trust her? Even though I barely know her, it feels like we've been together for a lifetime. The part where she said I might think she was cheating scares me, but I have to go with it.
"Yes," I say. "Yes, I trust you."
"Good, she says, sounding relieved. She leads me through some doors and outside to a place where leaves and something, probably sticks, crunches under our feet. She tells me to sit down, so I do. I feel a soft cloth under me. I crinkle my eyebrows, confused.
"Open your eyes," she says, her voice sounding nervous. My eyelids flutter open. For a second I can't understand what I'm seeing. I'm right outside the school - the distance I had to walk told me that much - but all I can see around me is grass, trees, and sunshine. I hear a bird chirp. I am sitting on a blanket, and there is a basket in the middle. The place where our picnic blanket lay is in the middle of a grassy clearing. I spot a rabbit at the tree line. I turn my head to Tris and will her to explain, and she does.
"Uriah and I came here when I was gone forever in the "bathroom" during English. He hit his head on a tree and got a concussion. I told the office that he fell in the hallway - they believed me, surprisingly. It wasn't a date, I promise, I just wanted to show him this place. He probably won't remember anything, I'm sure. He hit his head pretty-" I place my hand over hers. She turns her head slightly, and I sigh.
"Tris, you scared me to death. You worked me up over nothing. I thought some boy was trying to kiss you or something back here when you were talking about the cheating on me thing!" I say, probably making no sense at all. Somehow, she seems to understand, and she kisses my cheek.
"You are the best boyfriend ever, you know that?" She says, scooting over closer to me. I lift my arm and wrap it around her shoulder, squeezing her and bringing her even closer.
"And the same to you, Tris. I mean, except you're my girlfriend, not my boyfriend. You're way too pretty to be a boy," I mumble into her ear. I would say it sounds awkward, but it doesn't - I have never really been awkward, somehow. I have been, however, overly confident. That is one of my many flaws.
Tris grabs a bunch of grapes from the basket. Somehow, they're still cold. She probably found a lunch pack that keeps things cool. She picks a grape off of the stem. "Grape?" She asks, holding it out for me to grab. I stare it for a second. I know there must be something more to this, because there is a certain mischief in her eyes that wasn't there before. I slowly move my hand towards it, extending my fingers slightly. Her hand remains still. I quickly move my hand towards it again, but do it suddenly this time. She is too quick, and her hand jerks out of the way before I can grab the fresh fruit. Finally, after a lot of fooling around, she hands me the grape.
We finish our food quickly, and take the picnic blanket, now ruined, because it is stained with food and dirt, to the trashcan just outside the school. Just as we're putting away the food, the bell rings. I kiss Tris's forehead, glad she trusted me enough to show me the beautiful woods just a couple minutes' walk from our building. "Four," she says slowly. "Should we consider that our first date?"
I grab her hand. "Yes, yes I would," I reply, smiling. Suddenly a thought runs through my brain. Should I tell her my real name? No, not now. We have only been dating a day. That would be stupid. I could, however, tell her one thing that I am completely sure of.
"Tris, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I trust you with almost anything," I admit, looking her in the eye.
"So do I, Four," she replies, squeezing my hand before we walk into the building.
Tris POV
Four and I get dismissed from Math class early so I can show him the cafeteria. It is set up with two small sets of stairs with a half-wall made of bricks. Is is a bit narrow when you first walk in, but it widens after about three tables. We have five lines you can get in to get your food, and a freezer for ice cream. There are three refrigerators, three drink dispensers, and a conveyor belt to put our lunch trays on when we have finished with our food. There are 5 big choices you can make when getting your food, and almost no choice is a bad one. There is a salad bar, a vegetarian bar, a sandwich bar, hot lunch, and pizza. On Fridays, we get a special table in the back for nachos. It has a yellow tablecloth. The whole lunch service is amazing.
Four gapes at all the options. I laugh, leading him down the four wide stairs and over to the areas where we can get food. There are some other new kids here, too, with their guides. Four goes to hot lunch and gets chicken tenders - a favorite of the whole school, no matter how old - with French fries, soup, and ketchup. He gets soda to drink, just like almost every other kid. I, however, only like to drink water, so I get a glass of the tasteless beverage with ice. My meal is the same as his, but I get honey mustard instead of ketchup.
Four and I sit down at a table with Christina, Uriah, and Zeke. We put our trays down next to each other. Four stares at my drink, a shocked look on his face. "Of all these choices, you got water?" He asks, emphasizing the last word. I chuckle.
"Well, it's the only drink I like, so…" I reply, trailing off as I realize that he is wearing such a tight shirt that I can see the line of his abs. I stare for a second at his stomach area - it's really hot.
"Um… Hello?" Four asks, waving a hand in front of his stomach. I put my head down, blushing. It doesn't help that I can see his leg muscles even better at this angle. It's hard to avoid his hotness - it's everywhere on his body. Four grabs me by my shoulders and sits me down in a chair. I look around and realize that the whole table is staring at us. The color of my cheeks probably put a tomato to shame. I can feel myself blushing very hard.
"Ooh, Trissy-wissy got a crush?" Uriah says. I stick my tongue out at him, then quickly grab a chicken tender, dip it in my honey mustard, and start chewing rapidly. Zeke, Uriah, and Christina are laughing their heads off. I swallow my food. "Guys, why are you laughing?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant but failing. My voice cracks tremendously (it would put twelve-year-old Justin Bieber to shame). Four, who is sitting on the side of me opposite to Christina, tousles my hair affectionately.
"Hey, no biggy, she can't help that her boyfriend is so toned," Four states, flexing his arm muscles. Our table laughs yet again, but this time I join in. Suddenly, Christina interrupts our giggle session.
"Wait… So, y'all are like, together for real?" Christina half-questions, half-exclaims. I look at Four, who nods at me. I turn back to Christina, nodding slightly. She squeals, and the boys cover their ears. I laugh again.
"Omg, you guys need couple pics, and Four, you need to write a song about her - this is girl-tastic!" She exclaims. I roll my eyes. She just said girl-tastic, the one word that Zeke hates more than "Pansycake." Suddenly, Four kisses my forehead.
"Hey, I'm gonna leave lunch early, wanna come?" Four says. I look at his plate and realize it is empty.
"Sure," I reply. "Why not?" Christina, Uriah, and Zeke are now all making kissy lips. I roll my eyes again and wave goodbye to them as I stand up, taking my tray with me to the conveyor belt. Four does the same.
We walk over to our lockers. Four immediately looks left, then right. He looks back at me, and then presses his lips against mine. Hard. I return the kiss, and it eventually turns into a make out session. He has me pressed against the locker. I moan slightly. Oops. He smiles against my lips. Suddenly, the bell rings. We break apart, my hair now slightly staticky - no one will notice. His shirt is still perfect, because it is so tight. I remember the feeling of his abs against me and a butterfly soars in my stomach, and a little lower than it was supposed to - my stomach drops. I feel everyone's eyes on us as I realize that half of the senior class is staring at us. I gulp, and my cheeks turn scarlet. It feels like I've been doing a lot of blushing lately.
"What are you staring at?" Four asks loudly. Everyone averts their eyes from us. I smile, squeezing his hand. He seems okay with the fact that everyone is looking at us, so I tell myself that it is fine - he is celebrity, and he was just caught making out with someone that nobody really knows. Of course people are looking at us.
The rest of the day passes without much event. We go to our last class. People whisper, but we ignore it. Finally, the last part of our day - free period - arrives. We say goodbye, and we both go home. I do my homework, walk aimlessly around the house, and, finally, get ready for bed. I go to bed, again, thinking of Four - this time, though, it isn't longing. It is joy at the fact that he is mine.
