Chapter 21
About the scar thing with Tris: She had scars on her stomach from self-harm. Think back to the bathing suit incident.
About the last chapter and epilogue thing: The ending will be nearing soon, probably in about four or five chapters. Sorry, but nothing lasts forever. After I finish this, I probably will not post another story because I already have SWNS and I'm pretty busy. But once I do have time, I already have two ideas that I'm debating on using. Let me know if you want to hear them. I can PM you or just put it right here in the author's note.
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Tris P.O.V.
I rush downstairs to see what the hell just happened. I see blood surrounding a groaning, factionless man's torso, and a shaking Uriah, down on his knees. Christina must have been the one that screamed, because she's the only other person out here.
"Uriah," I whisper and rush to his side. "What happened?"
"He… He attacked me, and then he told me to let him into the faction because he was also Divergent. I said something like 'I can't. Sorry.' Then he attacked me with the gun… And I instantly fought back out of instinct. He was holding the gun to my head… I didn't mean to shoot him. I didn't mean to. I thought that it was empty… And I was so scared I hadn't even realized I pulled the trigger. I just killed a man."
"Hey." I hug him. "You don't know if he's dead yet." We look over to see paramedics surrounding the passed out man.
"I killed him. I'm a murderer, Tris!" he exclaims.
"No you're not. It was self-defense. Let's go inside, okay?"
"No." He shakes his head vigorously. "Mar can't see me like this. Not now."
I pause. "Okay. We can go to my place. I'll kick Four out. C'mon."
He hesitates. "Okay."
I lead him upstairs, brushing past all of our friends, and an annoyed looking Tobias. I roll me eyes discreetly at his jealousy.
We step inside my apartment—locking the door behind us—and he plops his entire body on the couch. I take the love seat across from him.
"Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
"Dauntless cake," he grumbles through the couch cushion.
"I'm on it." I get up from the couch and make my way inside the kitchen.
He come in a second later and says, "I was joking. You don't have to."
"Well as long as I get some, I'm all in." I chuckle.
"I'll do the—"
"No," I interrupt. My cake is perfect the way I make it. You will not touch anything but the counter. Got it? I don't want you burning down my apartment within the first few hours." I smirk and he rolls his eyes.
"Fine, I see how it is."
"Okay, let's get started." I rub my hands together and begin to work my magic.
While I'm frosting the cake, I hear a bang on the door.
"Tris? You can't lock me out forever," Tobias says, annoyed.
"Yes I can! I'm the leader!" I retort.
"Yeah, but I'm your fiancé who you can't resist!"
I mumble, "Sometimes I can. Like right about now."
Uriah cackles loudly, probably on accident because he immediately covers his mouth with his palm.
"Stop being a jealous prick!" I yell back.
"What?" Tobias scoffs. "I'm not being a jealous prick!"
"Your choice of words would beg to differ!"
"Oh, burn," Uriah yells like a troll.
"Just give us two minutes!" I roll my eyes as I finish spreading the frosting on the cake. I cut out half the cake and put it on a plate, handing it to Uriah to take to his apartment.
"I love you," he whispers dramatically with wide eyes.
"I know. Now I have to deal with my annoying-ass fiancé, so if you don't mind." I nod my head towards the door.
"I don't know how you deal with him." He shakes his head. "He's so…" He thinks for a second. "Closed-off? I don't know." He shrugs. "See you later, Tris." He walks out the door.
Tobias steps in the kitchen while I'm cleaning up. "What was all that about?"
"What was all what about?" I ask and step past him, into the bedroom the change out of my messy clothes.
"What was with you and Uri?" He follows me into our bedroom.
"He was freaking out, so I made him cake. Is that okay? Do I need your permission now?" I take my bra and shirt off and change into one of Tobias's large shirts.
"No, Tris. I just thought Marlene should be the one to comfort him, don't you think?"
"That's a lie and you know it." I take off my pants and underwear, putting clean ones on.
"I mean…" He scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, you're right."
"About?" I ask.
"Me being a jealous prick with his head up his ass." He rolls his eyes.
"Ding, ding, ding! You are correct-o!"
"I'm sorry. I don't like sharing you with anyone else." He grins.
"I don't like sharing you either, but I don't act jealous, even though I am."
He furrows his eyebrows and smiles. "Are you serious?"
I shrug. "Yeah, but the only reason I love you is because your body." I wink and walk back into the living room.
"That's a lie!" He follows me and snuggles onto the love seat with me.
"That's true. I like your eyes, too."
"That goes right back at you, Trissy." He smirks. "How do you even have those eyes? Neither your mom nor dad have those eyes."
"It's because I'm amazing." I flip my hair dramatically.
"You've finally learned."
We pause for a minute or two, and then I blurt out, "The guy that I had my first kiss with is going to be my husband." I chuckle to myself. "I never thought I'd see the day."
"Me either."
"Wait, what?" I ask.
"I just never imagined myself getting married since I'm kind of just… not a sensitive guy, you know?"
I huff. "Yeah, sure, because that's totally true."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you are sensitive, but you just won't admit it."
"I'm sensitive towards you, and that's it."
"Usually, unless you're being Four when you're with me, then I'll get really annoyed and probably hurt you. But usually Tobias is there. Hopefully we can just get rid of Four all together, one day."
"That will be on our wedding day."
"Why that day in particular?"
"I'm not using some high school nickname at my wedding. That's beyond douche-lord level."
"That is extremely correct." I lean up to kiss him, but hear a knock on the door.
"Every time," I mumble. I get up and open the door.
I smile. "Mom."