Chapter 8: Uriah's POV

"OK dude, tell us what you saw." I continue to pester Cole until he finally spills it.

"Fine, fine. I saw you and Marlene making out. What's the big deal? I won't tell anyone. I even took off my pants to keep it a secret, dude."

"Good point. So what's up with you and Lynn?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure myself. When we were in her room, I think she was making up an excuse to kiss me. I went along with it, but I wonder why she would do that."

"What did she say?"

"She said, and I quote, 'You think they'll make me take another article off if I tell them we didn't do anything? 'Cause someone's definitely gonna ask if we did.'.

"And what did you say?"

"I said it was better safe than sorry."

"Smooth move, brah. I like you. You seem cool."

"I don't seem cool. I am cool."

"Very funny." We continue to play darts until someone slightly knocks on the door. "Come in!" It was Tris. She wanted to get a divorce with Cole. He decided to do some acting while he was at it.

"WHAT? How could you!? Our honeymoon is ruined! Who's the other man!? Was it Zeke!?" Cole then proceeds to take a glove out of his dresser and softly slap Zeke with it, then do a high pitched "Hmmph". "You know what? I never wanted you anyways! I want the ring back!"

"I ate it, sorry." He then push his glasses up his nose, a very characteristic move, and gives her a dismissive glare. Everyone always wondered why Cole wore Dauntless clothes with Erudite glasses. It's not his fault his vision is bad. I kind of like it though. It defies the dress code of the Factions, and I never really liked having to wear black all the time anyways. Tris rolls her eyes and leaves, not paying for Cole's donut.

"So why did Eric choose you to go camping with him?" I ask Cole.

"I wasn't entirely honest yesterday. He chose me because he wanted me to learn how to camp. I don't see why I should; there's nothing to worry about in the forest. Unless Eric is with you. The squirrel story was true, though."

"Oh. Is something bothering you, Cole?"

"Huh? Oh, um, it's nothing."

"What is it? Just tell me."

"Wait 'till Zeke leaves."

"Zeke is passed out cold, he wont hear anything."

"Well, Eric told me something else. He said I'm not safe. I don't know if that means I'm not safe to other people, or I'm not safe against others, or both. I don't think he was talking about squirrels, though."

"Well – nevermind." I wasn't gonna mention Divergence to a guy I just became friends with. He was always shy until after I turned 17, for some reason. He seems like the Divergence type. I'm starting to think he wears glasses as defiance, not because he needs them. I always wonder if others are Divergent besides me. Even some closest to me.