Thank you to CheshireZerimagi for pointing out my mistake. Tris is supposed to be Six, not Five. I forgot how many fears she has. Whenever it says Tris as Five, remember that it's Six, not Five. Thank you guys for the suggestions! Keep on commenting them, because I will try to incorporate most. This chapter is inspired by a Guest users idea and Mychruchisfictional's idea. I hope you guys don't mind if I added your ideas together. Nevermind, on to the disclaimer! –I don't own Divergent, I own 2 cats and 2 dogs however—
"Tris, there's a dinner party tonight to celebrate the initiates arrival. You should probably be getting ready," Four says as he walks down the hallway towards our apartment. I follow in silence, wondering what to wear.
In the end I decide on a Black Lattice Front Skater Dress (google search some pictures), a pair of black pumps, and a spikey black bracelet. For my makeup I do foundation, nude eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, black mascara, and dramatic red lips. I take my small black purse with gold studs and slip in my iPhone 5 S, the red lipstick, a pack of gum, and my wallet.
"I'm reeeeaaady!" I sing, walking around the apartment.
"Hold on!" Four shouts from the other room. I hear a ding and take my phone out of my purse.
Uriah: Will u go 2 the dinner party w/ me?
Tris: I'm sorry
Uriah: Is that a yes or a no
Tris: A no
Uriah: Oh, ok
Tris: Ask Marlene
Uriah: She's going w/ Lynn
Tris: Ask an initiate. Any Dborn u got yer i on?
Uriah: There's this 1 transfer….
Tris: What's her name
Uriah: Joy
Tris: Ask her!
Uriah: Fine
In the next five minutes all of the boy initiates ask me out. I reply no to all of them.
"What's going on?" Four asks suspiciously as he walks out of the bathroom. He's wearing a pair of dress pants, dress shoes, a button down shirt, and a sports jacket. He combed his hair and clearly showered.
"Uriah, and all the guy initiates asked me out," I huff.
"What did you say?" Four asks accusingly.
"I said no!" I say. Four frowns, clearly not believing me.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes! I'm positive. I can't believe you don't believe me!" I say. Four scowls at I scowl back.
"Are we going to go?" Four asks after a while. I nod and he leads me to the cafeteria, which has been modified to look better for this occasion. Four and I take a seat at a solitary table for two, still scowling at each other.
"If this relationship is going to work you're going to have to trust me," I mutter. Four nods.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" He asks.
"No, not yet at least," I say, noting the look of annoyance on his face. Let's just say the rest of the night includes us arguing about nothing of importance. We head to bed, him sleeping on the couch, me on the one bed. I never though Four and I would argue, which is a naïve move on my part. Everyone has their ups and downs, everyone argues.
I wake up and look at the clock to find it's 5 a.m.; I still have 2 hours until work. But it'll take me an hour to shower, do my hair, pick my outfit, and do my makeup. I groan and get out of bed, running to the bathroom before Four can take it. I wear a high-waisted white skirt (I know, this outfit isn't totally black), a cropped strapless black shirt, and a long maroon sweater. I put my black combat boots on and curl my hair. I put on some foundation, lip-gloss, and mascara. I walk out of the bathroom and to the cafeteria, not even telling Four where I'm going.
I grab a chocolate-chip muffin and walk into the training rooms, jumping onto a steel table. It's only 6 a.m., so there's another hour until the initiates will come. Today we're going for a jog and taking the initiates to the roof where they'll practice with guns for a while, then we'll jog back for lunch at 1 p.m. The initiates will have the rest of the day off, so Four and I can have enough time to make up, if I'm sure I want to.
With the hour until the initiates come, I have enough time to figure out if Four's right for me. (JK, I'd never break them up. They're perfect for each other, but Tris needs to realize that). I love him, but he can be difficult at times. I know that to be in a relationship with Four means that neither of us can keep secrets anymore, which will be hard for both of us. I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but I know one thing. I love Four and wouldn't have it any other way. I know that I have to at least try to get him back, no matter what the price is. A minute later Tobias/Four walks into the room with an expectant look on his face.
"Are you going to tell me where you went this morning?" He asks. I smile and shake my head 'no'.
"If you agree to give me a second chance. I know that I'm not perfect, and that I'm going to make you regret this. Please?" I ask, blurting out everything that's on my mind right now.
"I'll always be here for you, Tris. There's no one I'd rather be with. You're kind, brave, honest, smart, and selfless, and beautiful," He says, walking over to me.
"I'm not beautiful, and I'm definitely not honest or kind," I say, wagging my finger at him. Four chuckles and walks over to me. With me sitting on the high table, I'm exactly the same height as him. Four embraces me, burying his head in my neck. We stay like that for a while, enjoying each other's warmth.
I love Tobias so much. He is my everything. He is my light in the morning, my happiness in the evening, he is the person that makes me feel beautiful, and he makes me feel myself.