Sorry, this chapter's shorter than usual. If i were Veronica Roth than maybe it'd be longer; I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

"Subtle? Uri, I don't like him, well I like him, but I don't like him."I protest. He takes me a route I've not yet been: to home room; there's just the two of us, no one can hear us. The empty corridor makes our shoes echo as we walk, we walk at a quick pace to get away from any humans, but to still get to homeroom on time.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." He smirks. His lips are of a colour no different to his skin; tanned. Well, if it's possible to have tan your lips. His eyes are a smoked topaz and glisten in the light of the corridor.

"What do you mean? I don't like him. There's just something about him I can't figure out. " I state, I don't like Four, I just find him interesting.

"If it's why he's called Four, I can tell you. It's not what people usually first think, it's not because it's his number in sport, well it is now, people just give him that number, but according to Zeke it's because he lives in room 4A. People used to just call him Four and it stuck."

"Well, as interesting as that is Uri, it's not what I want to know."

"Well then, what do you want to know?" he inquires.

" I... I don't know. There's something mysterious about him," I'm not lying, there really is, but I can't place my finger on it.

"Well that makes complete sense."

"Uri..."

"We're here," he interrupts as we turn the corner to a door. This is homeroom. He opens the door to a room full of people, everyone is here except for the teacher. Christina and Will stop sucking faces for long enough for them to notice our arrival. Christina raises her eyebrows, does she think something's going on? Two other girls give Uriah a look as if to say, moving onto the new girl already are we? He gives them a reassuring shake of the head, nothing is going on. We sit at two desks at the back, keeping ourselves to ourselves. We really aren't giving off the right message are we?

"Just admit it Tris, you like him." He says in hushed tone.

"No, Uriah, I don't. I just want to know more."

"More... I get you." He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"No, not like that. I just want to know... something. The missing detail about him."

"The missing detail? Really?" he gives me a plain look.

"Yes, there's something about him, that no one knows, it's keeping him down. "

"He's just a secretive person." He dismisses my theory.

"No, he wants to tell someone." I plead.

"And you think that will be you. You think he's gonna tell some Junior who he met yet yesterday that deep down inside he's different," his voice rises.

"No, I do not, but who knows, like, we might become friends."

"Bullshit." Uriah, mumbles, " he's wanted by loads of girls, he could confide in them if he wanted to, you're not special," this knocks the wind out of me, I guess I don't know him in the slightest, but he seems to always look over at me, to joke with me.

"I know I'm not, but someone should, I'm not saying me-"

"- You were." he interjects.

"Okay, yeah, I was, but I'm not now. He should find someone he could trust."

"What makes you think that. Tris, leave it-" he acts as if he has had this conversation before.

"-but Uri."

"Tris. Leave. It."

"Uri-"

"Tris!" He shouts, the rest of the class look around, "Tris," He says more quietly now," Tris, he's been fine for 18 years, he'll be fine. You don't know him. This is day one of the year. "

"But-"

"-But nothing. Tris, you've barely spoken to him. You've come up with some bullshit theory. I've known him for three years. You don't know him. I do." That comment puts me in my place, but I can't leave it. Not today, not tomorrow, not until I find out what's wrong. Maybe I'm wrong, probably am, but I don't care, I want to know what's hidden behind that tall tanned wall. I want to know -

"-Tris!" Chris shouts.

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