Author's Note: Hello everyone! Sorry, I have been so busy lately, I haven't had any time to write. I've been working on a new story (a Percy Jackson/ Harry Potter crossover for those of you who like those books) so that's why it has taken me extra time to get this chapter out. Do not worry, because I have every intention to finish this story, and we aren't even close to the end yet. Thank you for your patience.

-Elise (Daisydot227)

DISCLAIMER: No, I do not own Divergent, or any of the characters. That said, if I could, I would kidnap Tobias and keep him in my closet. All credit goes to Veronica Roth.

Chapter 8: Dauntless and Dinner Parties

When I got out of Dauntless headquarters, I walked quickly to the bus stop. The tears that I felt earlier rolled down my cheeks in waves.

"How could I be so stupid?" I yelled, but no one was at the bus stop to hear me.

Of course he would act like he doesn't remember me, I thought. He can't look like he has feelings for a puny Abnegation girl. He's Dauntless, and he's cute. He can do whatever he wants. Besides, he's got that Lauren girl, and she's much prettier than I am.

I saw the bus round the corner and I quickly wiped away tears and stepped inside. I moved towards the back of the bus where no one was, and sat down.

When the bus dropped me off in the Abnegation sector, I went straight to the Abnegation headquarters to drop off my notes. The woman at the front desk smiled warmly when I walked in.

"Hello, Beatrice," she said.

"Is Marcus in?" I asked not bothering to say hello.

"No, he just left. What do you need?"

I handed her the notes I took on the Dauntless railroads. "Can you give these to him?"

She smiled. "Of course. See you at the ceremony, Beatrice!"

When I neared my home, I saw Susan putting out the trash. I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I tried sneaking towards my door unseen, but my efforts were fruitless. Susan waved and called over, "There you are! You're still coming to the celebration, right?"

I waved to acknowledge her, but mentally I was putting my face in my hands. Of course! How could I forget? I had to go to Susan's dinner party.

I reached to my face, and felt tear stains. I hurried inside and went to the bathroom.

I scrubbed my face hurriedly and brushed my hair. I then tore apart my bedroom looking for clean clothes, not bothering to put anything back.

I half ran across the street to Susan's house and knocked loudly. She opened the door, and smiled.

"Sorry! I hope I'm not too, late," I apologized. She smiled.

"Oh, no, no. You're not late at all! The dinner hasn't even started yet, so come in!" She pulled me inside, and brought me over to Robert.

"Look who's here," she said to Robert, who smiled in greeting. I felt Susan leave my side, and I was stuck alone with him.

"Hello, Beatrice," he said.

"Hi Robert," I replied.

"Are… are you nervous for the ceremony tomorrow?" He asked.

I tried to hold in my sigh. Robert was nice, but he could be very boring at times.

"Nervous? No, not at all. I've seen it happen every year, and it's pretty straightforward," I said, my mind drifting off into other things while Robert talked about his volunteer work.

"Beatrice?" he asked, inspecting my face.

"Oh, sorry," I hastily replied. "What was that?"

I was getting bored, so I tried to pull away from the conversation, but Robert kept trying to talk to me.

"I was asking if you wanted to go out sometime," he inquired nervously. I wanted to talk to someone else so I quickly made an answer. "Uh, yeah. I guess so," I responded.

I once more tried to leave, but Robert grabbed my arm. "Oh, that's wonderful! I was kind of nervous to ask, because, you know, and I wasn't sure if-"

"Robert?" I cut him off. "I'm going to find Susan and see if she wants help with…um dinner."

He nodded and turned to speak with someone else. I went over to Susan in the kitchen.

"Hey Susan," I started. "Do you want some help with dinner?"

She nodded, and handed me a knife and cutting board, along with a carrot. She went over to a pot on the stove and began to stir it while I began chopping.

"It was very nice of you to agree to go out with Robert," she began. "He's always liked you."

"Oh, yeah. Robert has been a very good friend through the years."

Susan nodded, and announced, "Once you throw the carrots into here," she said gesturing to the soup, "dinner will be ready."

After dinner, everyone began talking again, but I excused myself and went back home.

I changed into pajama pants and a grey t-shirt. Sleep was the only time we were allowed to wear those kinds of shirts. It was getting late, so I climbed into bed, but I heard a knock at my door.

I cautiously opened my door to find Four standing there, out of breath.

"What are you doing here?" I spat. "And how did you find me?"

"Public records," he gasped, and put his hands on his knees, and stood like that for a moment before straightening back up. "Tris, I just want to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you," I said, closing the door. "And the name is Beatrice."

I turned to go back upstairs before I heard him knock again, more insistently this time.

"What? What is so important that you have to talk to me about?" I snapped, throwing the door open again.

"Tris, I know you're angry," he pleaded. "But listen to me. I do like you. I really like you."

"Well you have a weird way of showing it," I retorted.

"I know, but I had to act like I didn't know you back in Dauntless. If they found out about us… I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you got hurt."

I shifted my feet, and hugged my arms around my chest.

"What about Lauren?" I asked quietly.

"What about her?" Four replied, his blue eyes scanning my face.

"Well, she's very pretty and, you obviously spend a lot of time together, with your work and all, and frankly, I don't know why you chose me, I mean-"

"Tris, you're so stupid," Four said, shaking his head. "I don't like Lauren. She's not even pretty. And why did I choose you? Well for one thing, I didn't fall in love with your face. The first time we met, I couldn't even see your face. I liked your personality, your sense of humor, and your witty remarks. The way you look is just a bonus."

I felt a blush grow onto my face, and I leaned forward to hug him, my head buried in his chest.

"Thank you," I mumbled into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me, and we stood for a minute like that, illuminated under the porch light.

"I have to go," he said finally. "I'll try to see you again. Soon. I promise."

He released his grip on me, and I saw him sprint away.

I could see him barely through the darkness, but finally his outline faded, and he was gone.

I went back inside, and leaned back against the door, closing my eyes.

He did love me, after all.

Well that was that. I'm not to fond of this chapter, but it had to be written, because we can't have our precious protagonists separated forever! I intend to have better chapters written in the future, but for now please review!

-Elise

p.s. Don't forget to read my new story that is coming if you like Percy Jackson and Harry Potter!