Chapter 4

"She'll Never Forgive You"

Three weeks have passed since I last ran away from Four's house. Three weeks since I found out he knew me—the real me—and said nothing, did nothing...

The second thought that came to my mind was that maybe he really didn't know me close enough to save me. Or maybe he hates me. Maybe he wants revenge.

But the first thing that came to my mind was how I was going to return home, since I wasn't paying attention to which streets we passed through and how we got there, into his isolated house. I had to stop for a second before I continued walking. And Four still didn't come back for me.

Surprisingly, his house was just hidden in the forests surrounding the Pit; an extremely dangerous waterfall. They say that those who get unlucky and fall into the Pit are never found again. And it only makes things more dangerous because, after all, we are Dauntless—and revenge is one of the few things we're good at.

I just don't know if my real blood—my Abnegation blood—does the same thing. Maybe Four knows, but I don't think that's a good idea.

I never initiated talk with Four and he never dared to approach me. In classes where he and I were both in, I did my best to avoid him. The second the bell rings I'm gone like smoke and when another class starts, I would sit at the farthest row. I even started to sit in between Edward and Peter, the two most flirtatious guys at school. They may be complete flirts but at least they don't know who I am and that I can kick their asses if they ever do something to drain my patience. Lucky for them I don't lose my temper easily, unlike Christina.

Speaking of Christina, she's been talking about the party—and how Will held her so close and how everything was just so perfect she could hear angels singing—everyday. "You were drunk," Uriah told her with a hearty laugh. "Not high. And if I were you and I heard angels singing I would've shit myself."

There was also something about Uriah and Christina that seemed as if they knew each other long before they got here. Maybe it's the friendly atmosphere he emits, but I doubt it. I remember Christina telling me that she was Candor before, and Uriah was a Dauntless "in-born" as they call it. Tori told me before that it was impossible for people in other factions to communicate unless it was business related. I told her that it seemed like we were at war with each faction and she said "But it's sort of true. We aren't at war, but it's more of like we've been divided to who our personalities and traits are. And that's what makes each faction seem to hate each other, like how we Dauntless people despise Erudite for their intelligence. I myself believed that they might actually rule over every faction one day."

But, seeing as how Erudite did make things like serums and simulation rooms for us, I wouldn't be surprised.

"Tris, what are you doing..." Christina trails off as she sees me stalking toward the HRC room in a hurry. I wonder if it took her this long to get over the fact that she danced with Will and see me being a complete idiot of myself; I've been doing this for three weeks!

"Nothing," I tell her as I sit myself at the furthest row. It's the only place where Four won't see me—since he sits just in front.

Christie sighs and positions herself beside me. "I'm really curious with what's been happening with you, babe." Oh, so she did know that I was being a fool of myself for the past three weeks. "I can see it with the way you're acting that it has something to do with Four."

I stay silent, knowing that with Christina, there's no way I could lie to her. "And it's not only because of your actions, but also with his. I see how he looks at you from afar, Tris. Now tell me what happened between you two." She pauses, then gasps. "You're not...are you..."

"No!" I cried, flushed, then lowered my voice since I started to be gaining attention. "Nothing happened, Christina. Maybe he did something stupid like God-knows-what, or finally saw me on TV and got scared of talking to me again." Or maybe I ran away from him because I found out that he knew about me and my past.

That scenario has been playing over and over again in my head that it took some of my sleep sometimes. Often I would try to imagine what it would be like if he hadn't brought me to the house, or if I had let the mysterious car follow me.

This kind of thing isn't something I wanted to happen, especially on my first day of school.

Christina said nothing afterward, but I knew that she was worried about me.

Class started a few minutes later. I tried to listen to the current topic, but I just couldn't pry my eyes away from the entrance door. I waited for something, or someone, to come from that door. But it never came; Four was absent.

~oOo~

Everything went by in a blur until it was already lunch. I sat in-between Uriah and Blake while Christina, taking her chances, sat beside Will. Everyone's here except for Lynn and Marlene. I remembered asking Uriah about Lynn and Marlene, if the three of them had any connection. "No," He said with a smile. "I feel like there is something going on between the two of them, but nothing's between me and Lene, if you're asking. She's just over-protective of me."

"Why?"

The smile was there, but the emotion in his eyes were now impassive. I can see that something must've happened in his past, too. But he answers, "I lost someone really important to me. Loved her, more than myself really. And she loved me, but not in the way I hoped for it. She was in love with someone else, but that someone else was someone she wasn't supposed to fall for, you know? I told her I could love her more than he did, remove all the pain—even if it was just a fragment."

I wanted to ask him what happened next, why she died, or if he still loves her. But that moment he chose to hold my hand and look at me in the eye. There was a familiar expression in him that just made me want to mourn for him—the way his eyes showed that he still loves that girl. "You'd like her, you know." He says, his eyes gleaming. "She's tough, inside and out. Just like you."

But that's where he's wrong.

Uriah puts his arms around me and pulls me into a side-hug. He's been doing this for days now, after he told me about his girl and, after that, he told me that we should hang out more. There's something comforting about the way he holds me that I just couldn't push him away. When I turn to Christina, there's a huge smile on her face.

"So," Will starts. "Have you heard about what Al saw yesterday?"

Everyone but Will turns to Al, who's seated across me. He looks down nervously and glances at everyone in the table. Clears his throat. "I, uh, saw Four last night. When I was on my way home."

"And...?" Christina encouraged.

"And...well, he wasn't supposed to be there. It was a few blocks from their" —he gestures toward Uriah— "place. The dark, abandoned neighborhood. I didn't actually see him since he until I turned on my car's headlights. He was wearing all-black and talking to someone whose face I didn't see since that person, but I knew he was talking with someone." He looked up, searched the room—probably for Four—then continued.

"But it wasn't who he was talking to that scared me, it was what he was holding... He had a gun—no, two guns in his hands." Al stopped at that and said nothing more. He probably went away after seeing that.

But Four? Holding a gun? I know he was dark and mysterious, but he wouldn't be the type of guy who actually killed people. And guns weren't allowed for people who don't have any reason for having one.

Everyone in the table stays silent until we hear something crumple harshly. My head turns to where the sound came from—Blake and Uriah. Both of their Coca Cola cans have been smashed by their hands. When the two notice the mess on the table that's snaking toward them, they jump out off their seats, Uriah muttering a choice of four-lettered words. I decided to get away from the mess too, fearing that the coke would spill on my jeans.

You can see the anger in Uriah's face, his tightened jaw and his hand still holding the can, but I don't know if the anger came from what he heard. Blake doesn't show any emotion at all, but he's frowning and shaking his head in—disapproval?

The two men exchange a quick glance at each other and nod. Blake takes both of their cans and his bag, musters a quick goodbye, and exits the cafeteria. I know it's just a fraction of a second, but I'm sure that Blake was looking at me as he walked away.

Everyone in the cafeteria, I realize, is now silent. Their heads are turning to where we're standing and the doors that I'm sure enough that if they don't stop they'll have a head ache. I could hear people whispering things like "Four" and "Blake" and "accident" but I can't catch up.

"Tris," Uriah calls, snapping me from confusion. I turn around to face him, then to the group. Everyone excluding Christina seems to know, because they're all looking everywhere except my direction. I raise a brow at Christie and she shrugs, shaking her head. "I don't know" is what she's saying.

Someone holds me by the wrist—Uriah—and gently but firmly tugs, motioning me to follow him. I spare the group one last glance before following Uri through the doors and to the empty Cooking Room, which greets me with the delicious aroma of random herbs and spices with a hint of burnt food—okay, it's not just a hint. We're Dauntless, not contestants of Masterchef.

Uriah starts pacing and mumbling things I can barely hear as I take out a wooden stool from under the kitchen tables and sit down. "What is it, Uri? I'm hungry and I haven't eaten lunch yet." The lightness in my tone calms him down and he chuckles in response. He walks toward one of the cabinets and takes out a bowl, a fork and a spatchula before getting two eggs by the counter. Then he dashes toward the main stove, pulling out one of the pans hanging above.

"You can cook?" I ask, amused and surprised. He nods, cracking the eggs. "I prefer cooking than eating canned stuff—something I had to learn as a kid. And seriously? The food here is just... I don't even know if it's actually food. Don't tell Agatha, though." He mock whispers before breaking into hysterics. I crack up a second later and join him (don't judge me, I like making hideously corny puns), and by the time he's sobered up I could see the anger leaving him like smoke.

Seconds pass between us and forty-seven seconds later (I counted by the sound of ticking on the kitchen clock) Uriah starts to talk.

"Remember when I told you about not getting too close with Four?"

I cross my arms and nod. "Not in the same context, but yeah." The first day of school isn't something I could forget.

"Well, there's more to that." He pauses, and I urge him to continue by raising a brow. "A couple years ago, when Blake joined Dauntless, there was an accident that happened to him. His sister, our age, was supposed to join him that day. Truth was he wanted to be Erudite and his sister, he said, wanted to remain in her faction."

"Which faction were they in?" I thought Blake was an in-born.

Uri shakes his head. "Never told any of us. Remember how our clothes define our faction—yeah, it does—Abnegation with gray, Dauntless with black, Amity with red and yellow and all that. But Blake? He was wearing a mixture of them all. Unless he was factionless there were no other factions that wore so many colors." But factionless are people who were kicked out from their factions, so it's impossible for Blake to get in…

"Didn't the school find it suspicious?"

He shook his head the second time and turned off the stove. "They didn't say anything; he was accepted just like that." He snapped his fingers. "Even the Dauntless leaders aren't saying anything about it."

"What about his sister? And the accident?"

The moment his eyes meet mine, I see something like hesitation flicker in them. "He doesn't speak much about her, except that she's our age and they were supposed to have their Choosing a few hours before they got into an accident and she…"

Died. That's what he was supposed to say. But something tells me that the story's incomplete. That he hasn't mentioned anything about Four and his relation to Blake. Apparently, Uriah knew what I was thinking and went on.

"Now here's where Four comes into the story. So Four was already in a year before us, yeah? This year he was supposed to have graduated; he was immediately assigned as a Dauntless leader. Wanna know why?" I nodded.

"In his fear simulation—you know that right?—he scored the highest, with only four fears."

Four fears. Now I understand how he chose to have that name. But four fears were impossible. Christina told me that the lowest number in her time was twelve, more or less.

"But how—"

He slowly takes out the cooked egg with the spatchula and transfers it to the clean plate prepared on the stove table. Then, picking the plate up, he walks over and sits across me. He offers me the fork and I take it.

"Four refused the offer." He pauses, looks at my gaping expression. "But that wasn't it, Tris… He shot Blake."

The moment those words come out of his mouth, everything goes silent. Even the clock itself. Then, with a loud clink! hitting the floor, I realized that my fork had slipped from my fingers. I want to pick them up, but I couldn't—I was frozen in the moment, staring at Uriah. He's joking, I want to tell myself. But I couldn't; I don't know Four that much to defend him.

"It was on that very same street Al mentioned. That was where he shot Blake… It was supposed to hit him in the chest," He points to where his heart is. "but something he said caught Four off guard, and mistakenly shot his arm."

"What did he say?" I asked, because right now I'm too paralyzed to even analyze everything. How did this happen? Why did Four do this? What did Blake do? It doesn't make any sense.

" 'She'll never forgive you.' "

He says it with a slight temble in his voice, like these words mean something to him, too.

It takes us less than five minutes to finish what we ate and clean everything up, but that five minutes took longer with the silence between us. I just didn't know what to say.

I was almost near the doors until Uriah called me. I stopped mid-step and faced him. He was standing no less than a few feet behind me.

"What?"

Then, in less than a second, his left hand is clutching the door-handle and his other is lightly rested on my waist. His face is so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. My body shivers.

"Don't go near him if you know what's best for you."

Unfortunately, I don't.

A/n Okay guys...

So the plot was supposed to be different, a little more exciting

but then I got very emotional

And this happened

So that plot will now be chapter 5

This chapter is a little boring,but please bear with me :) I hope you guys are enjoying this. Don't forget to leave a review :)

Btw, I changed something here. Tell me if you find out what it is :P (Updated 6/13)