Author's Note: Hello everyone! I am pleased to say that this chapter is MUCH longer than the last one I posted, almost three times as long, I believe. I should be getting back on to a posting schedule, about every other night. Thank you for you patience.

-Elise (Daisydot227)

DISCLAIMER: As I have said, at least six times before, I do NOT own Divergent or any of the characters. All credit goes to Veronica Roth.

Chapter 7: Four's Silence

Four's POV:

I stared at her, and she challenged me by staring back. I darted my eyes to my feet, but she kept her eyes on my face.

"Four." She commanded. I sighed tiredly and gave in.

"Fine. Fine! I kissed somebody. It's not THAT big of a deal," I snapped, massaging my forehead with my fingers. Christina smiled wickedly.

"No. Kissing somebody isn't a big deal. The only deal that I want to know is who it was."

I sighed again. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well, Four, It's not like you're someone who goes around locking lips with people. It's strange to see you be intimate with someone. We all want to know who," she answered.

I looked up at her. "We? Who's we?"

"Me, Zeke, Will… everybody we know, basically."

I swore under my breath. Zeke could never keep his mouth shut. "Christina I don't have to tell you who it is." Christina raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so it's someone you're not supposed to be with," she guessed. Christina was definitely smarter and more perceptive than she came across.

I remained silent and she gave a small smirk. "I was right! And now that I know you have to tell me!"

"I don't have to- fine," I relented, as Christina made a begging face. "It's someone from another faction. I mean, I didn't know at first, and as soon as I did I couldn't help myself. You've got to keep this quiet," I pleaded.

Christina nodded. "What's her name?"

"Tris- Beatrice. She's from Abnegation."

Christina thought for a moment."There was an Abnegation Beatrice in some of my classes at school. She's in my initiate year. Short, pale skin, long blonde hair?" she asked.

I nodded. "That's her."

Christina had a solemn look on her face. "I'll keep quiet, although I hate keeping secrets. Once a Candor, always a Candor. But you have to know, it would never work out between two different factions. You marry inside your own."

"I realize. But you should go. You have the final stage of initiation tomorrow." My tone made it clear that Christina should leave. She picked herself up off my bed and glided past me to the door. She looked over her shoulder.

"Remember Four, don't do anything you'll regret." And with that she pulled the door shut.

I turned out the lights and climbed into my bed. I know I wouldn't regret kissing Tris.

Tris's POV:

The next morning I woke with a giddy smile on my face. It was plastered on my face all morning even as I walked out my door. I saw Susan and I decided to walk with her.

"Wow Beatrice," she said, falling into step beside me. "You certainly seem cheery today."

I nodded eagerly. "I am."

She gently smiled. "Well I guess now is as good of a time as any to ask. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? We are having a small celebration for initiation. Robert said I should ask you."

Robert was Susan's brother; he and I were good friends growing up. We always hung out while Susan and Caleb did other things.

"Yes, I would love to," I replied, right before Susan and I parted ways at the bus stop. She continued walking while I climbed aboard the bus.

As soon as I stepped off the bus at the Abnegation headquarters, I was intercepted by Marcus outside. He looked positively freezing in the cold morning air, and I wondered how long he had been standing there.

"Beatrice," he greeted me as soon as I was in hearing distance.

"Hello, Marcus," I said in return.

"Beatrice, I want you to go to Dauntless headquarters today to interview them about the railroad tracks. Ask them if they have found any others that might need repairing. Is this clear?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I agreed, and I took the bus to the Dauntless sector of the city.

As far as I knew, there were two ways into Dauntless. One of which, I knew for sure existed. The other was entrance was rumored, but whispers in the school hallways told of its existence.

The entrance that I knew for sure was real consisted of two glass double doors leading into the Dauntless compound. This was the entrance the bus dropped me off at in the late morning. Two young Dauntless greeted me the door and showed me inside.

I instantly felt out of place in my humble grey clothing. Everywhere I looked I saw black clothes, tattoos, and piercings. I was led through long dark hallways until I was shown into a vacant office and the door closed behind me.

The office had a wooden desk with a computer and multiple stacks of paper. An ambient light was emitted by a lamp that sat in the corner of the desk. I took a seat in the chair across from it, and waited for whoever was supposed to meet me.

After what seemed like ages the door finally opened and a man came in and sat in the chair behind the desk.

"Hello, my name is Max," he said, reaching across the table to shake my hand. "And you are?"

"My name is Beatrice," I said nervously. No one had told me I was meeting with the leader of Dauntless.

"Sorry for the wait," he said in a deep voice. "Today is initiation day for Dauntless."

I moved my head in agreement. "Tomorrow is Abnegation's initiation."

He was silent for a moment, and then cleared his throat. "Right. Well, you are here to discuss the railroad tracks, right? Well, I can't say that I know too much about that, so you should speak with someone else. I believe I remember that we had complaints about railroad tracks being broken along the southeastern line. That's where Dauntless go to play capture the flag. The trainers of our initiates should know something about that. You should talk to them," he notified me.

He stood up. "I'll call them in. They might be a while because of the initiation ceremony."

With that he left, and I once again I was stuck waiting, my fingers aimlessly tapping on the table.

After another 15 minutes, the door opened again, and I looked over my shoulder and saw… Four.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, and his black shoes with the chrome eyelets. His eyes flashed with some sort of recognition, but other than that, his face remained emotionless.

He was standing with another girl, who was just a couple inches shorter than him, with wavy brown hair. I instantly noticed how much prettier she was than me.

"Hi I'm Lauren," she said, sticking out her hand. "And this is-"

"Four," I breathed, cutting her off. "I know."

"Oh?" She said cocking an eyebrow. "Max must have told you then. You're here about the railroad tracks, right?" She launched into a discussion about which tracks were broken where, and I did my best to write them all down. I could feel Four's eyes on me, and I could feel my neck growing red.

Finally Lauren stopped talking, and she checked her watch.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I have to go take the initiates back to their dorm." She glanced from me to Four and back at her watch. "I guess Four, you could walk her back out. I have to run." She turned and jogged out of the room, leaving the two of us in silence.

"Come on," Four said curtly, and he disappeared at a fast walk. I had to run to keep him in view as he moved quickly through the almost empty corridors. Finally we came to the double doors, and he stopped and looked around.

There were only a few people around, so I stepped in front of him and smiled.

"Hey Four," I said gently. His face was hard and critical.

"It's time for you to leave," he remarked coldly. My smile faded.

"Oh," I said, crestfallen. "I just thought that, since I was here, you might want to hang out."

I had been slapped twice in my life. Once by Caleb, when I had criticized his art project for school, and the second time when I had spoken back to my parents when I was eight. Four's silence stung even more than both of those slaps.

I stood there with a look of disbelief on my face. The air grew colder with each passing second, and tears threatened to spill onto my cheeks.

"Fine," I choked out. "I guess I'll be going then."

Oh man that was painful for me to write. I promise I won't keep you waiting very long for the next chapter, I'm already starting to write it now. Thanks for reading and please review!

-Elise