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Chapter XXIII. On Cloud Nine

TRIS

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh.

My.

God.

I slide down the wall, hugging my knees. His words ring in my head over and over again, the scene displaying in my brain on repeat.

Flashback Begin

"Do I look like I've been crying?" I asked.

"Hmm," He hummed, and leaned in close.

There were only a few inches between us.

"You look so beautiful, so real," he said.

I blushed redder than a tomato, and he looked shocked.

"W-What?" I stuttered, shocked. I felt simmering heat creeping up to my cheeks.

His face flushed in embarrassment.

He took a deep breath.

"You heard what I said," He said, and stood up straight. He walked down the hallway.

I stared at him. He turned his head before he rounded the corner. "Tris?" he asked.

"Yeah?" I answered, and was still leaning against the wall.

"No, it doesn't look like you've been crying." He finally said after a long staring contest. "You look tough as nails."

Flashback End

There is a fluttering sensation in my heart, and it spreads through every inch of my body.

I sigh.

I sit there for a few minutes, with my hands on my forehead, head clouded in thoughts.

I can still feel his warm breath on my neck, how I could have closed the tiny amount of distance between us.

But I just froze.

I'm always outgoing, but whenever I'm around him, I just freeze, and uphold the nickname 'Stiff'.

My shoulder aching, I stand up and make my way to the transfer dormitory.

-o0o-

When I walk in, all of the initiates are just sitting on their beds, talking.

I sit down on my bed next to Christina and Will.

"Hey guys," I say.

"Hey Tris," They chorus.

"How was fears for you?" Christina asks Will.

"Terrifying." He shivers.

"I know, there were thousands of these little bugs, all over my body. Everywhere?"

Will raises an eyebrow at his girlfriend. "Moths?"

"Yep," Christina responds, popping the p.

"Hi," says Al, sitting on the bed. "Hey," we reply.

"Not hanging with Peter anymore?" asks Christina.

He shakes his head. I manage a chuckle. "Don't worry, remember my promise?" I say, winking at him. He turns a slight red and nods.

"So what are we talking about?" he asks.

"Stage two," Will answers.

Al shivers. "God, that was horrible."

Christina looks at me. "How about you, Tris?"

"Huh?" I ask, too busy thinking about the altercation between our instructor and I.

"Oh," I say, "Okay. I guess."

"Oh come on," Will says. "No one even came close to your time,"

I look down. "Yeah, I guess," I mumble.

The three of them talk about random topics when Peter makes his way over to us.

"What do you want, Peter?" Christina stiffs, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Oh, I just wanted to tell Tris something," He grins.

I roll my eyes. "What?"

"You're famous now," I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest, ignoring the slight pain of my shoulder.

Which was caused by him, I remember.

"Yeah, you really are, just listen," he says, and holds up a piece of paper.

"Erudite calls into question the transfer of Beatrice and Caleb Prior," My eyes widen and my fists clench. "And the disloyalty of Beatrice to Abnegation. It is quite predictable and inferred that she had been training for Dauntless her whole life, breaking faction laws. She isn't the only one. Abnegation has been abusing the title of head of the government, and that is why Erudite should be controlling the government,"

My friends look at me in pity and I stand up, fixing my bag.

Peter stands behind me, still reading. "Back to the transfer of Beatrice and Caleb Prior, why would both children of an important government figure leave their faction?"

"Their recent transfer calls into question the soundness of Abnegation's values and teachings,"

Cold creeps up my spine. Christina, Will, and Al give me a worried look. I can't move. My father. The Erudite are attacking my father.

"Perhaps the lifestyle Andrew Prior has set out for them is not an admirable one?" Peter continues, my fingernails dig into my palms, which start bleeding.

"Molly Atwood, a fellow Dauntless transfer, suggests a disturbed and abusive upbringing is to blame. Why else would Beatrice be rebellious to the ways of Abnegation? 'I heard her talking in her sleep once,' Molly says. 'She was telling her father to stop doing something. I don't know what it was, but it gave her nightmares.'"

By now, my palms are bloody red and my vision is blurry. I didn't have a nightmare of my father. It was of Peter.

And he did give me nightmares.

A tear slips down my face and my muscles tense.

Molly smiles, teeth crooked. If I knocked them out, I'd be doing her a favor.

"What?" I demand.

"What?" I growl, turning around to face Peter.

He stops reading, and my friends look at me with pity.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh, so is it true?" he taunts, mocking innocence.

I snarl, and jump at him. "That's my father!" I scream, socking him in the jaw. "My father, you coward!" My vision is tinted red, and my wrists are stained with dry blood.

"Tris," Will shouts, pulling me from him.

He throws me over his shoulder and I pound on his back.

"Put me down!"

He shakes his head.

I jab a finger on the back of his neck, his pressure point, and he drops me with a groan of pain.

I'd feel bad for hurting a friend, but right now is not the time.

I storm out of the dormitory, hot tears welling up in my eyes.

I hear Peter's smartass voice in the sound of my receding footsteps.

"Was it something I said?"

-o0o-

I sit in my hidden hallway, with my head in my hands and my knees curled up against my chest.

"Tris," a familiar voice calls. I look up and find Christina, Will, and Al.

"You okay?" asks Christina.

I nod, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off of my pants. "Yeah. Sorry about me exploding earlier…" I trail off, looking down at my feet.

"Haha, it's okay. You have no reason to apologize Tris," Christina says.

"Hey guys," a voice says. We turn around to find Uriah.

He approaches us. "I heard about what happened," he says with a frown. "We heard you guys from the Dauntless born dorm."

"Oh." I mumble, looking down.

"So… who's up for tattoos?" asks Will.

"Sure," we chorus.

We make our way to the Pire, and into the tattoo parlor.

I see Tori, and I approach her.

"Umm… I have a question."

She looks at me, putting away tattoo paints.

She looks around, and gestures me to follow her.

I nod.

We enter her office and she locks her door.

We sit in the chairs.

"What am I?" I whisper.

"My…" she hesitates, "My brother was like you. He manipulated the simulations." She says.

"On the last day of fears, one of the Dauntless leaders came to watch him," she says sadly.

She looks up at me. "The next day, they found his body at the bottom of the chasm." Her sentence pierces through me like a knife.

"They got rid of him," I whisper. She nods. "You can't let them find out about you."

"W-What…" I stammer, "What if they already know?" I whisper, afraid to find out the answer.

She looks up at me, eyes sad and expression mourning. "Then you're already dead."

FOUR POV

As I walk away from the hallway with a red face, all I can think about is, damn, I messed up.

-o0o-

To try to forget my little slip-up, and the fact that she might be Divergent, I try to find Zeke.

I walk through the pit, the large room filled with laughing and rowdy Dauntless.

That's what I like about this faction, the freedom.

After a little more walking, I find Lauren, her boyfriend Bryce, Shauna, and Zeke with a group of some other Dauntless members. As I get closer I smell the alcohol in their breaths.

In the lively crowd I see Nash and Josh, stumbling around drunk.

"Hey man!" Zeke shouts. "Want some of this?" he asks, holding out a bottle.

Shauna giggles. "C'mon, Zeke, you know he doesn't," she says, and takes a sip for herself.

I am so fed up with people telling me about my life. "Why not," I say, and grab the bottle, and tilt my head back as the crowd cheers behind me. Somehow we wind up by the chasm.

Someone says something that I guess is funny, because I hear a wave of laughter. I start laughing, too, although I'm not sure why. I glance over and see Tris and her friends staring at me. I open my mouth before I can stop myself.

"Tris!"

TRIS POV

I managed to persuade Christina into getting matching Dauntless symbols on our left shoulders, as her dauntless flames are on her right arm.

Uriah just got a small tattoo of dauntless cake, and I didn't ask questions.

Dauntless cake is life.

Will got a small tattoo of the dauntless symbol as well, only on the back of his neck.

I don't know what Al got; he won't show us.

I try to ignore the conversation I had with Tori, and I certainly know that I have to act weaker, to try to lead the leaders off of my trail.

Because I basically have the word "Divergent" written on my forehead with black marker.

We walk through the Pit, Christina on Al's back and me on Uriah's.

"Onward, my pansycake steed!" I yell, getting revenge, and hitting Uriah's back.

"Ow!" he exclaims.

"Hey, just be glad she didn't hit your butt." Will says with a chuckle.

Uriah grins, and I glare at him playfully.

There is a loud echo of laughing around the pit and our eyes travel to something, and my breath stops short.

Four stands with Shauna, Zeke, Lauren, Bryce, Josh, Nash, and a few other Dauntless.

They hold silver flasks and brown glass bottles in their hands, and Uriah shakes his head.

"I'm busy with initiation, I have no time to deal with hangover Zeke," he exclaims.

"Uh oh, instructor alert," Will sing-songs.

I'm too nervous to say anything.

"At least it's not Eric. He'd probably make us play chicken or something. And he's a perv," Christina remarks.

I can't help but agree with her.

We all nod.

My heart pounds and my mind replays the scene where I was on cloud nine again.

"Tris!" Four calls, and I gulp. Al, Will, Christina, and Uriah look at me, Uriah grinning and the rest, confused.

I hop off Uriah's back and Four walks up to me.

"You look different," he says, his speech slurred, and gesturing to the black revealing shirt Christina made me wear.

"So do you," I reply, fixing the black bandage on my shoulder nervously. "What are you doing?" I ask, the fluttering sensation back.

"Flirting with death," he says with a laugh. "Drinking near the chasm," he tells me, trying to continue the conversation. "Probably not a good idea."

"No, it isn't," I say hesitantly. Every time I am around him, I just freeze.

He looks at my collarbone. "Didn't know you had a tattoo," He takes a sip from the bottle. "Right. The crows," he says, his breath smelling like alcohol. He turns around to his friends, where Lauren and Bryce are blushing a deep red while the others are laughing at them.

"I'd ask you to hang out with us, but you're not supposed to see me this way," he says.

"What way? Drunk?" I ask, indicating to the bottle in his hand.

"Yeah…well, no." Shut up, Four, before you say something stupid. The little voice of sense inside my head shuts up, and I relax a little. "Real, I guess."

I grin. "Isn't it a little too late for that?" I say, remembering Candor or Dauntless. He looks down, probably misinterpreting my words as his mess-up earlier. "I'll pretend I didn't," I say casually, and smile at him.

"Nice of you," he responds. He looks me up and down and I blush. He leans in so his lips are practically touching my cheek, and I swear, I stop breathing. "You look good, Tris." He whispers, his breath warm against me.

I blush a furious red when he pecks my cheek, then I realize that he's drunk; he has no idea what he's doing.

I laugh, trying to get rid of the nervous feeling in my stomach. "Do me a favor and stay away from the chasm?" I ask.

It's quite comical. On the day we transferred to Dauntless, he mentioned something about the difference of bravery and idiocy of the chasm.

And here he is, drinking by the chasm.

"Of course," He says, giving me a wink.

I blush even redder, if that was even possible.

He turns back around to a smirking Zeke. I smile, looking down at my feet and jog back to my friends.

They all stare at me, smirk implanted on their face, except for Al. He looks down sadly.

My heart is still pounding at the warmth of his soft lips on my cheek.

"What was that all about?" says Al. He asks the question almost sadly. He still cares too much about me.

"Yeah, I think we'd all like to know what the answer to that question," Christina sing-songs. "What did he say to you?"

"Nothing," I shake my head, refraining from biting my lip. I pray that the red in my cheeks is not visible. "He was drunk. He didn't know what he was saying." I clear my throat. "That's why I was grinning. It's… funny to see him that way," I lie.

"Right," says Uriah, the only one who knows of my crush. "It couldn't be because—"

I glare at him and elbow him in the ribs. I don't need him telling everyone.

I kind of feel bad that Christina doesn't even know about it, but judging by the look on her and Will's faces, they already infer it.

Will whistles. "Well, this got awkward. Dauntless cake, anyone?"

We all nod.

I hop on Uriah's back, Christina on Al's.

As we make our way to the dining hall, Will tells us corny Erudite jokes, despite our protests.

He starts to sing in the tune of an old song, 'Bad Romance'. "Radium, radium, arsenic! Arsenic, arsenic! Radon, molybdenum, radon, molybdenum, molybdenum! Gallium, gallium, oxygen, lanthanum, lanthan-um!"

We all groan.

He nudges his girlfriend. He leans with a hand on the wall and winks at her. "Are you made of copper and tellurium, because you're cute!" We just shake our heads.

"You're dating this thing?" I say to Christina jokingly. She shoves me playfully, and almost falls off of Al's back.

We approach the doors when he randomly shouts, "Yo' momma is so fat… all she's made of is fluorine and astatine!"

And I swear, we facepalm so hard that there is a hand-shaped dent in our faces.

Like I said, I love Will so much this chapter xD

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