I am not Veronica Roth, therefore, I do not own Divergent.
Tris POV
"Will you go out with me?" Four asks.
I am stunned. I can't believe he just asked me out. I am about to say yes, but then I think of all of the stuff he did back in California. If he really does all of those things the press says he does, then he will probably break my heart. I mean, I highly doubt that Four does all of those things, but I don't want to take a chance.
"Um, I don't think so. I'm sorry Four. It's just that I have had my heart broken before and I don't want it to happen again. And if you do all of those things the press says you do, which I highly doubt, then that makes a higher chance of me getting hurt. Don't get me wrong, you're a really great guy, it's just that I don't want to be in a relationship." I say, sadly.
"Oh. Okay. Cool. It's alright." He says hurt.
He turns on his heels and walks the other way. I feel really bad for hurting his feelings. I really did want to go out with him.
Remembering what Four said, that Zeke might dare him to ask me out during the game, I turn and walk out the door. Four really is a good guy, and I don't want to embarrass him in front of everybody.
I don't know where to go, and I rode with Christina here, and if I told her that I wanted to go home she wouldn't let me. So I start walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the silence that surrounds me. I think about what Four is thinking right now. He's probably never going to talk to me again. Great.
Stop it! Don't think like that. I'm sure he understands. But his face when I told him no.
What have I done?
Four POV
Finally the candor or dauntless game is over and I can head home.
I can't believe that Tris said no. I mean, I don't blame her. The stuff that the press says that I do, it's bad. Like cheat on my girlfriend. First off, I have never had a girlfriend. I have girl friends, as in friends who are girls, but never have we been in a relationship. Or, the press says that I drink. No. I don't drink. It's horrible and annoying how the press does that.
I am thinking about this for so long that I don't realize that I am already at my house. I approach the front door, and then realize that there is another car out in my driveway. I open my door and walk inside.
"Hello son." I hear a voice say.
And then I feel a fist hit me hard, straight in the face.
Cliffhanger again.
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