"You're Divergent?" Uriah asks, shock being the only expression visible on his face.

What do I say? I think to myself. God, I'm turning into Tris now by blurting things out.

"Uh, what?" I say quickly. Seriously? That's the best I can come up with? Thank god I'm not in Candor. I'd get kicked out as soon as I stepped foot in their compound.

"You just said that you were Divergent," Uriah says, still pushing the topic.

"I didn't say that I was Divergent, per say," I begin, running excuses through my mind. I need a solid few seconds to think of a good lie, and considering this is Uriah, someone I don't want to lie to, it makes everything even harder.

"Belle," Uriah says as he takes a few steps towards me. "I don't care if you're Divergent. I promise, I'm not like the other people who hate Divergents."

I back up until I hit the sink. A plate slips off the counter and shatters to the ground.

A moment later, Zeke runs out of his room and asks, "What's all the fuss about?" When he see's the shattered plate, he makes an impatient sound and huffs out, "Seriously, if you want to throw some plates, go find Becky in the Pit. She's got a nice little kiosk where you can win stuffed animals if you hit bullseye, but really, why'd you have to throw my plate?"

Once Zeke finally senses the tension in the room, he asks softly, "Are you guys fighting or something? Because I can go..-" Zeke gets cut off by Uriah who says, "Can you give us a few minutes alone to talk?"

Zeke, without making a sound, walks back down the hall to his room and closes the door.

I look back at Uriah. He doesn't try moving towards me but instead puts up his hands and says, "Belle, please just tell me. I swear it won't change anything."

"You don't know that," I say. Ever since I heard the word Divergent, nothing good has happened. Now, I might even loose Uriah.

Uriah's POV:

"Belle, please, you can tell me anything," I say. She trusted me enough to tell me about Jackson, why can't she tell me about this?

She continues staring at the ground and won't meet me in the eye. You don't have to be a Candor to figure out that she doesn't want to tell me and is hoping to avoid the subject.

I move towards her slowly with my arms out, hoping she'll let me hold her at least. "Belle," I say her name as soft as I can, trying to comfort her.

I feel wetness on my arms and look down to see a tear on my arm. I look down over at Belle and hear her sniff.

"Belle," I croon, "you can tell me anything. Please tell me."

"I trust you," she croaks out softly. I push back a lock of her hair behind her ear and wait for her to continue.

She takes a deep, rattled breathe and says, "It's just that.. saying it out loud... Seems so dangerous."

So she is Divergent! I tighten my grip around her and kiss the top of her head.

"You're not alone, Belle."

Sorry its been a little while and sorry to stop right there, but I've been really sick with the flu. Going to post a lot more when I get better. Hope you liked that little in-between update! :))

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