A/N: Sadly, I do not own Divergent... Anyway, sorry for the long post! Merry Christmas yall!
I wake up with a splitting headache. Oh… my head. I feel someone's arms around me, their breath hot against the back of my neck. I try not to become as stiff as a board. A soft whimper comes from the person holding me tight against them. I rack my brain, trying to remember who brought me to the room? It was Four, right? Yes, yes it was Four. Then that would mean… I try not to let myself finish that thought.
"Morning," Four whispers. "Feeling any better?"
I love how soft his voice is, it's warm and comforting. "Yeah," I whisper back. "I just have a splitting headache."
"Oh," Four replies. He unwraps his arms from around me. Instantly, cold hits back. I try not to shiver. "Sorry about that." He sounds embarrassed.
I roll over, looking at his face, "Sorry about what?" I tease. "My headache or cuddling without my permission?"
He lightly laughs. "Both." I laugh at him. Four always makes me laugh.
I have flashes of last night, us kissing, my heavy drinking. I put my cool hand on my head. Ow… that hurts. Remembering hurts my head. I groan. Four looks at me with concern.
"Events of last night. Ouch." I place my other hand on my forehead. Four chuckles. "Thank you bringing me here."
"Yeah, well, it was nothing. Now, come on. We don't want to miss breakfast."
I climb off the bed, almost falling over. Four gently takes my arms, keeping me steady. I look up at his young face. His eyes shine bright, sparkling as close as we are. My hair falls in my face, blocking my view of him. Releasing my arm, he swipes my hair behind my ear. I love how kind he is to me. I blink at him and mouth the words 'thank you'. He nods at me with a small smile.
He looks so… No, he's my friend. Yesterday, I found out that I lost the love of my life. He was the man I was sure I was going to marry. Now he's gone. I can't be falling for Four? Could I? No.
Four releases my arm and we change into better clothes. Quickly, I jump in the shower. The hot water hits my back. At first, it hurts and stings my skin but the longer I stay in the hot water, the better it feels.
I pull on a pair of Amar's sweat pants and a t-shirt. The clothing clings to my damp skin, making his cologne surround me again. The smell makes me dizzy. I miss him so much. He should be the one waking up next to me, not Four.
I hug the shirt tight to my body. Slipping on my shoes, I go out to where Four is waiting for me.
Together, we walk to the cafeteria. The walk is slow and silent. The silence is loud and annoying, making my head pound. When we get to the cafeteria, Max is standing where the initiates are. His back is turned to us. From what I can tell from my view, the initiates look scared and Max is not happy. The noise from the people chattering makes my head pound even harder.
"I don't care about any of that. I need to know where they are!" I hear Max partially shout, as we near the table. Oh no… is all I have time to think as one girl weakly points to us. We walk up to the table as Max spins around. "Abby! Four! Why weren't you in the initiates dorm? They tell me that you didn't show up for dinner or anything."
Four opens his mouth to say something but I beat him to it. "I just needed to get out of that dorm. We stayed with one of our Dauntless members friend's house. We apologize."
Max walks closer to us. I can feel Four tensing beside me. Max comes right to my face and drops his voice. "I was worried, Abby. Next time, tell someone." I nod. He straightens. "Next time, be sure to tell someone if you will not be going back to the dorms. You should always sleep in the dorms but just in case something were to happen, let someone know. That goes for all of you."
With that, he leaves us. Everyone stares at us in shock or discuss. I can see that Eric is just smirking in the background.
Making my way to him, he noticeably straightens. "Look, I don't know what you're thinking but no." I tell him, my voice in a whisper. "Don't mess with me, right now. I'm not in the mood."
My low voice wipes the smirk off of his face. His face now serious, he takes my wrist and pulls me from the loud group of Dauntless. Quickly, I grab some food from tables we pass. Eric continues to pull me outside into the hallway, through the different curves and bends in the rocks of the Dauntless compound. I wonder, as I bite into my quick breakfast, how many times he has walked these halls, memorizing them.
Finally, he pulls me into a side room. He yanks me closer to him. I can smell the Dauntless soap on him. His hand gazes the bottom of my back.
He lowers his voice to the point that if I wasn't in his face, I wouldn't be able to hear him. "You worried me and Max, you know. We didn't know where you were."
"I'm sorry. I just had to get away from everything." I look at where his bright blue eyes would be, if they weren't hidden by the darkness.
His warm lips come down my neck, "What do you mean?"
I try not to shiver. "I don't want to go into any of that." I sigh, "Or this, for that matter." I gently push him away.
He sighs, "I understand. I know that you had a thing with Amar. I'm sorry that he's gone."
I turn away, "I gotta go." Quickly, before he can say anything, I walk through the hallways.
Somehow, I arrive at the door that we wait at for stage two
"Good, you're early." Max deep voice startles me.
I spin around. "I just needed to go for a walk. Somehow," I gesture to the area, "I manage to make it here."
He smiles and takes a step closer to me. "I'm glad you're okay but we have to get through stage two. I think after today and a few extra days will be when we move into stage three."
I sigh in relief. "Finally."
He cups my face. I hate the feeling of knots in my stomach when he lightly kisses me. I can't help but I think of Amar and how he would accuse me of cheating. I kissed Four when I was drunk, I'm a cheater. Now Max is kissing me and I'm just letting him. Again, I'm a cheater and I hate it. Placing a hand on his chest, I push him away with tears in my eyes.
"No," I squeak. "I-I can't."
I feel his heartbeat speed up as he whispers, "O-Okay. I'm sorry. That was stupid of me."
"I should be the one that is sorry. I-I just can't." I cover my face with my hands.
Max runs a hand over my head. I am such an idiot. Amar is gone and how to I comfort myself? By kissing my best friend, Max, and almost Eric. Max's gentle hands run smoothly over my knotted hair. We hear the other initiates coming from breakfast, ready to face their fears. Max scoots past me, into the room. I slide down the wall, preparing myself to see Amar in my simulation.
A/N: Well? Please review and tell me how I'm doing!
