I do not own Divergent, sadly. I don't own anything interesting!
Hey, everyone. I'm really having trouble continuing this story. I'm going to try to bring it to a satisfying ending soon, and then focus primarily on A Divergent Dauntless and some other stories I am writing (outside of FanFiction). You're welcome, Ellen. Again, I won't be abandoning this story, but I plan of finishing it quicker than I had planned. Sorry!
Enjoy the update.
When we sit at the table, everyone stops talking and looks at us. Four and I look at each other.
"Why are they staring?" Four murmurs.
"I have no idea," I answer.
Our friends continue to stare at us, and then Christina lets out a whoop. "They got together!" she shouts. "We did it!"
"We're not together," we insist.
Everyone at our table raises their eyebrows. "You're…not together, and yet you kissed in school today," Uriah repeats.
"That sounds pretty together to me," Shauna says.
I put my burning face in Four's shoulder. He ducks his head, too. "How do you know about that?" he asks quietly.
"Dude," Zeke exclaims, "it's the gossip of the day! New kid and Four are dating."
Tobias chuckles and presses a quick kiss to my forehead. "Tris," he whispers, "do you want to be my girlfriend?"
I look up at him. "But you're older than me…Tobias," I whisper.
He smiles. "Yes, that whopping one-year gap really is insurmountable, isn't it?" And damn, is he hot.
So I lean forward and press my lips to his. "Yes." I grin, and so does he. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."
"And I'll be your boyfriend," he replies, kissing me another time.
Our friends just watch. "Okay, now you're definitely together," Zeke declares.
Tobias sighs and looks away. "You know, guys, I get that this might be hard to believe, but Tris and I don't need matchmakers. We're perfectly capable of dating each other on our own, I assure you."
They raise their eyebrows. "Come on, guys," I press. "Leave us be."
Four and I finish. "Okay, everyone. We're going to go now," he says.
They watch us, mumbling goodbyes. We leave and take the red line home, me leaning against Four.
We don't speak, but he comforts me. He can tell I'm upset, and I can tell he is. I take his hand as we walk home, and then we collapse on his bed. Booth's still occupying my room.
We don't talk for a while. Then Four sits up. "We're going to the newsstand. We're going to find ourselves a job."
I take a deep breath and put my beanie and sweatshirt back on. Four and I pull converse on and walk to the newsstand about ten blocks away.
Four hands me a stack of newspapers, and we leaf through them. I see a couple advertisements, and I take pictures of them with my phone. Four does the same, and then we return the papers to a slightly disgruntled man at the desk. We sit at a bench and look over them.
Four looks at his phone and stands. "We should go grab our stuff from your house and then head back to school. Soccer tryouts are in forty five minutes."
We jog back to my house, grab our stuff, and take the train back up to school. We separate to change, and then meet up on the field. There are a few coaches milling around, all wearing black.
At three fifteen, they gather, and the students drift toward them. I look over them. One is tall and rather beefy, with close-cut hair near to the light but ruddy color of his skin; he seems to be about fifty. Another is tall and lean, with dark skin and shiny black hair; he seems to be about twenty five. A third is short and petite and has long black hair and dark eyes; she seems to be about forty. The fourth is short and stout and has a mop of medium-brown hair, a long beard, and blue eyes; he seems to be about thirty. The fifth is neither short nor tall and of a fairly average weight and has dark brown hair, dark eyes, and dark skin; she seems to be about thirty. The sixth and final is short and slight, with pale but graying hair and eyes; she seems to be about forty.
The one with dark skin and shiny black hair steps away from the group. "Okay, everyone!" he shouts. "If you're trying out for girls' varsity, go with Mr. Hope and Ms. Miller. If you're trying out for boys' varsity, go with Ms. Brown and Ms. Li. If you're trying out for coed varsity, you're here, with Mr. Ackley and myself, Amar."
The groups separate. Surprisingly, the teams are roughly equal - or at least the candidates are. Each prospective team has roughly thirty people trying out.
Amar and Mr. Ackley call for us to huddle up.
"Okay, people," Amar says, voice brusque. "My name is Coach Amar, if you didn't get that."
"And I'm Coach Dustin," the other one adds. He has the beard and blue eyes. "You all here are trying out for the coed team, right?" Everyone nods.
"Then let's get this started," Amar says, clapping his hands together.
The tryouts last for about an hour. Then we're sent away and told the teams will be posted Wednesday.
Four and I walk back to the red line after grabbing our stuff and take it back home.
"Think we made it?" I ask.
He looks at me incredulously. "I'm sure as hell you made it; it's like your feet hardly touch the ground. You can get around anyone or thing. You're amazing, Tris."
"You're better," I state.
He shakes his head, and the rest of the ride is silent.
"So what've you found?" Tobias asks me, collapsing onto the couch next to me.
I groan. "Nothing. No stores need two people."
He grins. "I think I have what you want."
I look at him curiously. "What store?"
"There's this ice cream shop a couple streets down from here," he says. I nod, knowing the shop he's talking about - Tori's. "Yeah, well, she said she'll give you and I jobs at eleven dollars and fifty cents an hour. We won't have to work as much or for as long."
"Tobias," I say, grinning, "I just redid my calculations - using the new salary - and we'll only have to work for seven weeks to get six thousand dollars. But we should keep the jobs anyway."
He kisses my cheek. "She says we start on Saturday."
I throw my arms around his neck. "You're the best, Four."