A/N:

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Without further ado, I present you with Chapter 6.

Disclaimer: FRENCH THE LLAMA…I DON'T OWN DIVERGENT!

Or that catchphrase…that, my friends, belongs to John Green of the vlogbrothers of YouTube.

He never deleted my contact.

Why would he not delete me? I obviously deleted him for a reason…he broke me more than anyone ever has.

But why didn't he delete me?

Did he know he would ask me for a second chance?

But he always had Zeke after that, right?

My thoughts are interrupted my another pounding at the front door.

"Mom! Can you get that for me?" I scream, hoping my mother is paying attention. My question is answered when I hear a, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Prior. Is Tris home?" My mom responds with, "Yes, Christina, she's up in her room, I believe." Christina says, "Thanks!" and I can hear her running up the steps. I shove my face in my pillow before she tears the door open and slams it shut, locking it.

"Tris! What happened with Four?!" she shrieks. I lift my face from the pillow. She breathes in a sharp breath. "Oh, my Word, were you crying?!"

Oh.

I forgot that I wore mascara and eyeliner to school this morning. I forgot that I were them almost everyday. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands in an attempt to rid my face of the black marks.

"Nothing happen…he just wanted to talk." She doesn't seem convinced. "What? I'm not lying," I protest.

"Talk? About what?It couldn't have been just talking if he made you cry like that. You, Tris, have never cried before, as far as I'm concerned."

Shit. She's right…nothing really affects me that much that I cry over it. I'm literally a box of nails with no emotions or feelings/ She knows it was something more, and I can't hide it any longer.

"Fine. He wanted another chance," I say lamely, trying to pretend to show that I don't care at all.

But you do care, I say to myself. I shake my head of the thought and turn my attention back to Christina's reaction. Her eyes widen as she sits on the bed next to me.

"After he just randomly blew you off? Who the hell does he think he is?! What did you respond? Please don't tell me you said…" she pauses, "yes."

My silence is enough to answer for her.

"C'mon, Tris. You are way better than that! Ugh, he's going to use you again. Not that he completely used you before. You two seemed genuinely close before…you know." I nod my head. She's probably right…Christina is almost never wrong. Whether it's about fashion or boys, she's usually right about everything.

"At least I'll be prepared this time. If he does indeed ditch me," I reply, and it's true. I'll know how to handle it this time.

"True, but did he say anything else? Or just that he wanted another chance?" she questions.

I shrug my shoulders. "That was pretty much it. But after I got home, he texted me." She almost falls off the bed.

"What did he say?!" she yells before we hear a banging at the door.

"Can you guys quiet down?! I'm trying to read!"

Typical Caleb.

"Yeah, whatever!" Christina answers for me. "What did he say?" she asks again, quieter this time. I reach in my pocket and take out my phone. I open up my recent message with Four and show her. She reads it over quickly, her mouth mouthing the words she reads.

"He never deleted your contact?" she asks. I nod. "Wow," is all she says. I nod again.

"Girls! You going to come down and eat?!" I hear my mom call from downstairs. I try to determine what it is by the smell.

Pizza. Of course.

My mom never has time to actually cook.

I look at Christina as if to ask, "You staying for dinner?" She nods.

We walk downstairs together after Christina successfully wipes my face clear of the mascara and eyeliner runs with the makeup remover she had in her purse.

"Mom…uh, could we eat in my room?" I ask.

Please say yes. I don't feel like talking about my first day…

She nods. "We'll talk about your day later," she says with a smile. I try to smile in return.

Christina and I walk back upstairs with two slices of pizza each piled on our plates.

"Wonder how Four will treat you tomorrow," Christina says, starting on her first piece.

"Yeah," I say, honestly wondering which side of him I'll encounter tomorrow: popular, jackass Four or nice, best friend Tobias? I haven't called him that in what seems like a thousand years.

"Remember, you always have Uri, Marlene, Will, Lynn, and me. Always," she reassures me.

I think about that word.

Always.

Four used to say that to me all the time: "I'll always be your best friend.", "I'll come back for you; always.", and "You can always count on me."

I nod to Christina in appreciation. "Thanks."

She sends me a smile that I lamely return. I've never been a genuine smily-person.

I think about, again, what Four said: "I'll always be your best friend."

Really, Four?

Always?

A/N:

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The 'Always,' statement was inspired by The Fault In Our Stars by John Green, which I also do not own.

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