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UPDATE! Anyways…only two days and already 10 favorites?! I love you guys in the non-creeper way.

By the way, please suggest any ideas you would like to be in this fanfic…it will help me when I get writer's block eventually..

Disclaimer: Do I honestly need to go through this again? I don't own Divergent! Or Imagine Dragons in this case, as well.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I walk outside in the cool September air. Wearing a thin leather jacket hasn't been my best idea ever…

I walk out behind the football field, thankful no one has noticed me. I mean, seriously, I wear all black. Who wouldn't notice me?

I find a pretty large tree and sit behind it, facing away from the school. I lean my head back against the tree, close my eyes, and think. I haven't been able to peacefully think for ages. My mother is always talking on the phone to someone and can be heard all throughout the house; although Caleb reads more often than he socializes, he's always talking his head off about politics and crap with someone; my father is always in his office, typing away on a computer. Me? I'm either blasting Imagine Dragons in my room or texting or talking on the phone with Christina, listening to her babble about Will.

So I guess I haven't been helping the matter, either.

I think about Four, and why he turned on me.

I think about Christina, Uriah, Will, Marlene, and Lynn, who had - and always have - my back, even if I act like a bitch.

I am about to think about other things when I hear footsteps approaching. My eyes dart open and I look around almost frantically.

Who else would have the nerve to ditch half of a school day?

I'm about to name off a list when I see him.

You've got to be freaking kidding me!

His eyes are focused on the ground, hands shoved in pockets as mine were.

He looks up and spots me.

Shiiiiiiiit.

I see the corner of his mouth twitch into a small smirk.

What the hell does he have planned now? I'm not in the mood, as I told him before!

"Listen, Four," I start, "if you're going to taunt me and spit curse words at me, you can turn around and walk your ass home."

He somewhat playfully rolls his eyes, even when I was being dead serious.

"No, no. Nothing like that. I just want to talk," he explains, somehow remaining nonchalant.

Talk?! About what?

He takes two more long strides to reach where I am. He sits next to me, uninvited.

"Talk about what? What could you possibly want to talk to me about?! You suddenly turn into a jerk after six years of being best friends, and now you decide is the best time to talk?! Why don't you give me an explanation as to why you want to talk? Huh? Is big bad Four, the complete player at this school, actually scared of conversing?! Four, I don't know - or want to know - what type of game you're trying to play, but I am, and always was, done with you," I spit at him, something in me finally snapping at him after these past few years.

He puts his head in his hands, in what I believe is frustration.

I can't believe he didn't snap back at me.

"Listen, Bea," he finally starts, after what seems like forever.

Bea?! He hasn't called me Bea since my freshman year…his sophomore.

I glare at him for using my real name nickname, but nod indicating for him to continue.

"I want a second chance."

I look at him in disbelief.

Wait, WHAT?!

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CLIFF HANGERRRRRRRR.

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I might not have school tomorrow (or dance practice), so I'll probably update twice…?

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