A/N: Hello! Next chapter, here! I'm just curious, how am I doing with all the mushy, romantic stuff? I (unfortunately) don't really have any first-hand experience with romance, so I'm just going off of what I've read and seen. Is it okay? Any suggestions?

Second, I'm thinking of starting another fanfiction like this one, that goes chapter by chapter in another person's POV. Which should I do?

The Infernal Devices

-Gabriel Lightwood (or Gideon Lightwood, I really don't care which)

-Will Herondale

-James Carstairs

The Mortal Instruments

-Isabelle Lightwood

-Jace Herondale

The Hunger Games

-Gale Hawthorne

-Rue

Any other ideas? (Please, feel free to look on my profile under "Fandoms" and pick one and a person from that book, it has to be a book not a movie, and tell me what to do, and I'll consider it!)

Please review!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 28

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters

The hallways of the Dauntless headquarters have never seemed so melancholy before. After lying on my bed for hours, everything feels melancholy to me.

You lied to her. You betrayed her. You are a sick fool.

The voices in my head scream at me, reprimanding my every flinch. What else could I have done?

One voice, in the back of my mind, one of the quietest voices in my head, finally speaks up.

You could have been with her and damned the consequences.

That was when I realised I couldn't be left alone with myself anymore.

Wandering around the hallways was what I used to do. It's how I handled being here. When I would hear my father's voice echoing in my brain and I realised I couldn't handle myself I would walk the hallways to clear my head. Normally, I would find myself in the training room, where I would practise and stab and shoot anything and everything in the room.

That's why I was on the path to the Dauntless training room, and that's when I heard the voices.

"If you cannot explain," I hear Eric say in his soft, chilling voice, "I may be forced to reconsider your rank. Or because you seem to be so attached to your previous faction… perhaps I will be forced to reconsider your friends' ranks. Perhaps the little Abnegation girl inside of you would take that more seriously."

It is with a chill that I realise he is talking to Tris. I hear her stutter through the walls, and then I decide I've had enough with his threats.

"What are you doing?" I ask Eric, my voice rash.

"Leave the room," he says, his voice a low monotone, like listening to someone read from a book.

"No," I say. "She's just a foolish girl. There's no need to drag her here and interrogate her."

"Just a foolish girl," Eric snorts. "If she were just a foolish girl, she wouldn't be ranked first, now would she?"

I don't dignify him with a response. I simply pinch the bridge of my nose. I lean my head back, looking at Tris. Hopefully she understands what I mean. Be vulnerable, I will her silently.

I watch her hand travel to her leg, as she pinches herself so hard that tears begin to well in her eyes.

"I… I was just embarrassed and didn't know what to do." She begins to cry harder. "I tried to… and…" her voice is racked with sobs as she looks into Eric's eyes pitifully.

"You tried to what?" I haven't seen Eric return pity in a long time. I sometimes wonder what the hell ever happened to him, for him to be so screwed up like this.

Suddenly, and without thinking, a thought comes out of my mouth.

"Kiss me," I intercede quickly. What the hell am I thinking? "And I rejected her," I continue cautiously, keeping my eyes locked on Tris. "And she went running off like a five-year-old. There's really nothing to blame her for but stupidity."

I take in a deep, silent breath. We both wait.

Eric looks at her, then at me. Then he laughs a long, slow laugh that still gives me chills. "Isn't he a little too old for you, Tris?" he says, smiling.

"Can I go now?" she says, sobbing.

"Fine," Eric says, his voice filled with mirth, "but you are not allowed to leave to compound without supervision again, you hear me?" Then Eric turns towards me. "And you… had better make sure none of the other transfers leave this compound again." Then his voice goes to an awkward tone. "And that none of the others try to kiss you."

Is that jealousy in his tone? It's pretty clear that he doesn't like Tris like that… I let the thought go cold with a chill.

"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. I let her leave first, and then after a minute of silence, I throw Eric a glare and walk out of the room.

I find Tris sitting five feet away from the door on the pavement, and I go stand behind her.

"What?" she asks harshly, like she's expecting punishment.

I can't punish her, even though I really should.

"Are you alright?" I ask softly.

"Well, first I got reamed out in front of everyone, and then I had to chat with the woman who's trying to destroy my old faction, and then Eric almost tossed my friends out of Dauntless, so yeah, it's shaping up to be a pretty great day, Four," she says bitterly, her voice enunciating my nickname.

I flinch at the number, shaking my head and looking across the pavement.

"Why do you care, anyway?" she says, bitterness like bile in her throat. "You can be either cruel instructor or concerned boyfriend." I freeze. "You can't play both parts at the same time."

I scowl at her. "I am not cruel. I was protecting you this morning. How do you think Peter and his idiot friends would have reacted if they discovered that you and I were…" my voice trails off with a sigh. "You would never win. They would always call your ranking a result of my favoritism rather than your skill."

She opens her mouth to contradict me, but then falls short. Her cheeks go red, and she presses her hands to them.

"You didn't have to insult me to prove something to them," she says quietly.

I know.

"And you didn't have to run off to your brother just because I hurt you," I say, scratching the back of my neck anxiously. "Besides—it worked, didn't it?"

"At my expense," she says quietly. I feel a twinge of guilt.

"I didn't think it would affect you this way," I say, looking at my feet. "Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt."

But I did hurt her. And I can never forgive myself for that.

She slides her hands in her pockets, and the look on her face fills me with a feeling that I am not used to. It's sweet, like sugar, and yet it makes me feel like cotton inside, rather than rock.

She turns to me, and she stands on her tiptoes, touching her lips to mine. I have to remember to breathe. Her lips feel like acid on mine, and it hurts and I feel good.

"You're brilliant, you know that?" she whispers to me. "You always know exactly what to do."

I sigh softly against her skin. "Only because I've been thinking about this for a long time," I say, pressing my lips to hers, ignoring the burst that still comes. "How I would handle it if you and I…" Then I realise something she said. "Did I hear you call me your boyfriend, Tris?"

I slip my hand to her neck, running my thumbs under her chin, tilting my face down so that our foreheads touch.

"Not exactly." She shrugs. "Why? Do you want me to?"

I stand there quietly for a moment, drinking it in. My eyes remain closed. I can feel her pulse through my fingers.

"Yes," I say finally. A smile, that has been long on my lips, fades slowly. "You think we convinced him you're just a silly girl?"

"I hope so," she says quietly. "Sometimes it helps to be small. I'm not sure I convinced the Erudite, though."

Then I realise I have to tell her. I have to tell her everything. "There's something I need to tell you," I whisper.

"What is it?" she says curiously.

"Not now," I look around my shoulder, expecting a fuming Eric to launch out of the building. "Meet me back here at eleven thirty. Don't tell anyone where you're going."

She nods, and I turn, leaving as fast as I came.

Late that night, I see Tris running towards me. I smile to myself, and I grab her wrist, and pull her on the train.

She jumps in and falls against me, her cheek on my chest. I feel electricity radiating all around me. My fingers loosely slide down her arms, holding her elbows.

"What do you need to tell me?" she asks.

"Not yet," I whisper.

I sit down on the floor, and I pull her down with me, so that I sit with my back to the wall, ands he sits facing me. I brush her hair away from her face softly.

I press my lips to hers softly, then I kiss the skin below her jaw. I hear her sigh softly, although she thinks I can't hear it over the wind.

The train wobbles her, and she puts her hand on something to straighten herself. That something is my hip, and it surprises me.

She shifts, swinging her leg over me so that she's on my lap, and I sit up straight in surprise. She presses her lips softly to mine. My hands find their way along her spine, and then I unzip her jacket a little.

Then I see the birds on her collarbone. My lips pull away from hers with a small smile.

"Birds," I whisper. "Are they crows? I keep forgetting to ask," I say sheepishly.

She smiles back. "Ravens. One for each member of my family. You like them?" she asks.

I don't answer. Instead, I softly press my lips to each bird in turn. I lightly rest my hand on her cheek.

"I hate to say this," I say, "but we have to get up now." I pull her up with me and we look over the edge.

I point to the Erudite headquarters.

"Apparently the city ordinances don't mean anything to them, because their lights will be on all night," I say.

"No one else has noticed?" Tris points out.

"I'm sure they have, but they haven't done anything to stop it. It may be because they don't want to cause a problem over something so small. But it made me wonder what the Erudite are doing that requires night light."

I keep going.

"Two things you should know about me. The first is that I am deeply suspicious of people in general. It is my nature to expect the worst of them. And the second is that I am unexpectedly good with computers."

She nods.

I sigh.

"A few weeks ago, before training started, I was at work and I found a way into the Dauntless secure files. Apparently we are not as skilled as the Erudite are at security, and what I discovered was what looked like war plans. Thinly veiled commands, supply lists, maps. Things like that. And those files were send by Erudite."

"War?" she says wearily.

Then she looks up at me.

"War on Abnegation?" she says. She looks like she already knows the answer.

I take her hand in mine.

"The faction that controls the government. Yes," I say quietly. "All those reports are supposed to stir up dissension against Abnegation. Evidently the Erudite now want to speed up the process. I have no idea what to do about it… or what could even be done.

"But, why would Erudite team up with Dauntless?" she asks.

I stare intently in her eyes. Then her eyes widen.

"They're going to use us," she whispers.

"I wonder how they plan to get us to fight," I say quietly.

I can see her mind working on the possibilities. Hair blows in her face, and I hold tighter to her hands. Her next answer scares me the most.

"I don't know."