A/N: Don't own Divergent or the characters.
TRIS
After lunch I feel much better. I feel lucky that I have friends like these, that they want to protect me at all costs. Of course Christina wouldn't take no for an answer and walked me to my English class. As I enter the classroom, I look around nervously. But there's no sight of Peter anywhere. I sigh a breath of relief. Even ten minutes later, there's still no sight of him. I guess he went home after our encounter. I'm glad, it means that at least for today I won't have to be worried. I relax a bit and even answer a few questions the teacher asks us. It's a normal, boring class and for once I am glad about that.
After English it's time for the final class of today, Creative Writing. I like that class, even more now Four and I seem to have grown a bit closer. We arrive at the same time and head to our usual spot. I let him slide in first and then I sit next to him. He's now placed between me and the wall. This way, people can't surprise him like on Monday. He still hasn't explained to me what happened that first day though. I frown; I really should ask him about that. But not here, I think it'd be better to ask about that in private.
As our teacher explains the assignment to us I tune him out. I start doodling a bit in my notebook. I can sense that Four is trying to look at what I'm doing, but I turn my notebook and sit in such a way he can't see it. I guess after a while he gives up, because he's not looking at me anymore. He probably started on the assignment. I really should do that too, it's going to bite me in the ass later, but I am just having too much fun drawing. Besides, I already know what I'm going to write.
After a while I suddenly feel a tap on my right shoulder. I look to my right but there's nobody there. That's strange. I shrug and want to continue my doodling. But when I look down, my notebook is gone. Where the hell did it go?! He didn't..! But sure enough, I look to my left and there it is, on his table. Four grabbed it and is now studying my little drawings. His mouth has formed a perfect O shape, while his fingers slide over the things I drew. First the hopping rabbit, then the sitting cat, and they now hover over the three ravens in flight that I was doodling last. I glare at him. "Four!" I hiss softly. "Give that back to me!" He looks at me in surprise, mixed with something else… it almost looks like admiration. Does he admire me? "Did you draw this Tris? It's… gorgeous." I blush. "They're just doodles, nothing special." I say and I snatch my notebook back. He snorts. "Those are just doodles? Then I would like to see what it looks like if you put real effort in it. I mean it Tris, these are amazing." He compliments as he waves at my notebook. I blush even more. Dammit! I should be mad at him for stealing my notebook, not feel pleased that he compliments me!
"Do your drawings have any meanings behind them?" He asks. I think for a moment, staring at my paper, and I realize they do. I nod at him. "The rabbit is normally a shy, silent and fearful creature, quick to run away. It's how I used to be at my old school. Even Monday I was still acting in this way." I say, thinking back again to the Peter encounter and when Christina introduced me to everyone. "The cat however is completely opposite. They are confident and when cornered they are not scared to lash out. It symbolizes the transformation I underwent a bit. Besides that, cats are my favorite animals, but I am not allowed to have one since Caleb's allergic." I look down at my table. I must sound completely retarded.
Instead of calling me an idiot however, he asks, "and what about the ravens? What do they stand for?" I swallow. Deep down I wished he wouldn't have asked that. It's the hardest one to explain. "Those stand for freedom. There's three; one for each member of my family. I never felt like I could live up to my parents' standards, even if they'd never tell me that. They raised us to be selfless and not to be curious, but I can't help but be the other way around. Sometimes –and I know this must sound horrible to you– I think about how it'd be if I could leave them behind, to be free."
Four raises his eyebrows at me. "Believe it or not, I don't think it sounds horrible. I'm sure your parents love you and they want you to live a happy life, even if it's not the way they taught you." I think about his words and nod. "I think you're right Four. And what about your family, what are they like?" I immediately regret asking him, as he tenses up and his face gets ashen. "Uhm, Four? Are you alright?" He just shakes his head but he doesn't look at me. At that moment the bell rings, signaling the end of class. Four jumps up and runs off without even looking at me. I didn't even get a chance to apologize. Then again, I'm not sure what I did wrong. He must not want to talk about his family. I wonder why that is.
I throw my stuff in my bag and head home. This surely was an interesting day, to say the least. It went up and down like a rollercoaster. I hope I get a chance to talk to Four tomorrow, to straighten things out. I didn't mean to offend him or anything. But I want to do it in person, not through a text message. I let out a sigh of frustration. I wish it was the next day already. I just hope Four doesn't hate me now.
A/N: another day, another chapter. If this one seems a bit messy (I don't know if it does) it's because I have a major headache so I couldn't do my normal routine of checking it a dozen times. Also, I realize Tris might sound a bit OOC but it's a High School story; things are bound to be a bit different.
Now on another note: tomorrow's Valentines day! I'm sorry to say that I will most likely not update tomorrow, since I literally have no time. I work all day, I even have to go to college during my lunchbreak (that I normally use to write pieces of this story) to hand in my project that's due, and when I get home me and my boyfriend are heading out to dinner. So yeah. I'll try to make up for it somehow. Maybe make the next chapter a bit longer or something.
Anyway, have a nice day!