I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.
"Al! I didn't think I'd see you here!" I laugh.
"Well, I couldn't miss out on this like in the past." He responds almost sadly.
"The past?"
"Yeah, I used to keep to myself, but not this year! I wanted to come out of my shell and I thought what better place to go than here? I hear Zeke is an amazing party thrower."
"Well, we'll see about that." Al looks out of place here. He towers high, higher than a lot of the men, he must be at least a foot taller than myself. His shoulders are slumped over, he just doesn't fit in with all the dancing young people.
"Tris!" Chris shouts, I would recognise that voice anywhere, I turn around to see her slinking her way towards me. Clearly the drinks already affecting her.
"Sorry, Al," She slurs," Tris has to come with me," She grabs my hand and drags me to the middle of the room. It's packed here, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other in a dance which seems to be more of a strip tease, sometimes, people forget what age they actually are. "Come on Tris let loose," Chris urges.
"Chris this isn't really my thing." I moan. It's too hot here, too many people, shoulders and elbows digging into me. I need to get out of here.
"Pshht." Words seem to not be her thing right now. I wriggle out of the crowd. Alone again. I've never really been to a party before, yeah there's been the odd birthday party, but nothing ever like this. Nothing ever where everyone seems to be drunk or stripping.
"Tris," a voice calls. Uriah? Zeke? I turn around to see the last person I expect. Four.
"Well hello, I thought you were getting cozy with that dark haired girl." I tease.
"Lauren? Not really, she's just drunk."
"Of course she is." I smirk.
"Drink?" He offers me up a cup. Come on Tris. Let loose, just like Al.
"Yeah, sure," I take the cup and swig it. The taste isn't pleasant, it takes sharp, fruity, with the slightest hint of alcohol. My face twists into a bitter expression.
"Have you ever been drunk?" he ridicules.
"No, I haven't really been to a party before."
"I can tell."
"So is it only dauntless here?" I ask wanting to know if I can find Caleb here, if he saw me like this then I'd be done for. He would definitely tell mom and dad, then that would be it for me here. I would be back in my old school for Monday.
"Yeah, just us, this is our building after all." A relief flows through me and I take another gulp of my drink, I'm adjusting to the sour taste. "Have you danced yet? It looks like fun down there."
"Fun doesn't see the word. Its properly cramped and sweaty."
"You're no fun, come on," he badgers.
"Chris already tried."
"Obviously not hard enough. Let loose." He grabs my wrist and moves me down to the dance floor again. I stumble around in the shoes, over bottles, over people, avoiding vomit until we eventually find Uriah, Marlene, Lynn and Zeke. Uriah gives me a stare when he sees Four's grip on my wrist. I shake my head as if to signal, no. Finally Marlene voices what Uriah seems to be thinking.
"Well, Four getting close with Tris? Be careful Uriah will fight you."
"I don't like her! "Uri protests.
"Neither do I," Four continues," But Tris here has never been drunk, and more importantly, never been to a party-"
"-Well parties like this, I've been to others, like-"
"-Well, Tris, you are about to properly experience a night like no other." Uri says
"Oh shit." I mumble.
"Lets get you another drink." Uri puts an arm around me and turns us towards the drinks.
"Uri, I'm fine, I don't need another drink." I protest.
"Yes you do, you need to lighten up. "
"I'm fine-"
"-nope, take this." He hands me a can of beer and opens it. I take a swig, the cool liquid barely touches my mouth, it just goes straight down.
Five beers later, I'm sitting on the floor with Uri talking.
"You like Four, Tris don't you?"
"No, he's not my type?" I slur.
"What? Attractive, funny, sporty, strong, isn't your type?"
"No, I mean yeah, he is all those things, but I don't like him that way."
"Sure you don't..." He jeers.
"Where's Chris anyway?"
"Over there, sucking faces with Will." he points to the opposite corner of the room where the two of them are in a heated make out session.
"Urgh, it makes me sick." I sneer.
"Wait 'till you and Four are together, you won't be able to keep your hands off him."
"Uri, that'll never happen, we don't like each other."
"Sure, you don't, it's not like when Chris mentioned you were here, he wandered off to find you." My heart skips a beat, he went to look for me? No, he doesn't like you, he's too good for you.
"He didn't Uri, don't lie."
"I'm not!" Marlene strolls over and offers up a hand to both of us.
"Come on love birds, lets go before you two start making out or something." She seems sober, or at least the most sober here.
"Let's go do shots!" Uri shouts.
"Well, you can go do that, but I think I'll head back to the dance floor." I remark, Four mentioned he wanted to be here, so maybe he'll still be.
"You said you didn't like dancing?"
"Well... people can change." I protest. I stumble to the middle of the room, looking for Four. Isn't it weird? Calling someone by a number? Why do people call him that? Oh yeah, his apartment number.
"Tris, look at you, " Four comments. I turn around to see him sauntering over to me.
"I'm fine! " I laugh.
"No, you're not. We should get you back to your room." Is he really saying this?
"But Four! We barely know each other. "
"Not like that Tris, you're still a lightweight, you need some sleep. "
"Oh, okay," I don't know whether to be disappointed or not?
We wander around the halls looking for my room.
"Which number did you say you were in again?"
"I can't remember, let me look at my key," I fumble around in my pocket looking was a the card," 6C!" I shout. We continue down the corridor until we're outside my room.
"Well, here we are." Four says.
"Thank you for helping me." I hook my arms around his neck and hug him. He blushes.
"I'll see you in the morning Tris."
"I'll see you then Four!" I open my door and Four walks off, making sure I get in okay. Thank goodness, he's here, I really need his help like this.
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