Four pov
Disclaimer: I don't own divergent. No matter how much I wish I did I sadly do not.
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I get out of the principles office, are should I say my dads office and try to make it to my back pack in the gym. I'm in the work out room when I make it. I fall to the ground and grab my bag I groan in pain and hear running feet. I pull the hood over my eyes so she can't see them that well. No one else in our school has eyes like mine so I can't let her see them. I look up to see the new girl running towards me.
Its speech less. Or that's what we all call her. She apparently moved from the abnegation sector like me but she is a big jerk that thinks she's better than everyone so she doesn't talk to anyone. She apparently tried to talk to Peter on the first day but hasn't said anything since. Peter apparently didn't like what she said and got his minions to harass her. No one wants to be friends with her because she is a snob and I think that's fine.
When I first met her I thought she would be different because of how she appeared. She didn't throw her self at me and looked a little nervous in the halls. She wore clothes that weren't revealing and she had no make up on. She was still the most beautiful girl in the school. She then proceeded to spend the rest of the day in the guidance office with tori after her first class. No one even knows why she was there. Peter said she left after he talked to her.
She runs over to me and I don't say anything.
"Let me help you." She says.
"No, just forget it. I can do this on my own." I say. And I mean it.
"Who would I tell? Now stop being a stubborn brat and let me help." I'm about to argue but its true. And she doesn't even know who I am.
She looks over my wounds and I can tell she knows what she's looking at. She pulls thinks out of her bag and wraps my cuts. Wait why does speechless have this stuff in her bag? Maybe there is more to her than just being a prick. Maybe Peter lied. Maybe I should talk to her today. Maybe she would say yes if I asked her out. Wait I don't mean that I don't like her. I don't feel that way about anyone.
She interrupts my thoughts. "Now they won't scar. I won't tell anyone but you should report them. They are weak to do that to you. And I want you to know you are strong to live with all of this." She says.
Okay she is not a prick. She doesn't look at me with pity she looks at me like I'm strong and that she understands. She walks away and I can't wait to see her again.
I know I repeated the scene but this will be like the only time. I just wanted to put in how four felt about six.