I don't own Divergent. Veronica Roth does.
While waiting outside of our first lesson, Molly approaches me. "You went into Four's room alone yesterday?" she sneers.
"Yeah, have you got a problem with that? I jeer.
"Well, Four seems like the sort of guy who's been alone with many girls."
"And if you're implying what I think you are, then how do you know? Because I have this suspicion that you're not exactly Four's type,"
"What do you mean? Are you calling me fat? " amazing, this girl has such an incredible ability at jumping to conclusions.
"I never said such a thing!" I act shocked, of course I am. Anyone can see, you insult me. You practically call one of my best friends a player of course, I'm going to retaliate.
"Tris, you better be careful, you step out of line again and I swear to God, you'll be running home before you can even try and call me fat."
"Wow, Molly, don't take this that personally, you came onto me. You're the one who came up to me because you think there is something going on between me and a senior. "
"Well isn't there?"
"No! Four is just a friend! Friends help friends!"
"I think he's more than helping you." That's it. She doesn't know anything. Can I launch at her here? In this corridor with the rest of the class here? With practically the rest of the school here? No, not now. If you have to there's always the future.
"Molly, just leave it. If you want to talk about this, talk about it later," When I can beat the crap out of you.
"I might just take you up on that offer." she glares.
I sit at our table at dinner, Chris, Uri, Will, Al, Zeke, Four and I. I have Chris to my left, Zeke to my right and Four across from me. I can't look him in the eyes, he can't know that people think we're together, he'll distance himself from me, we won't talk as much, I might... lose him. I can't risk that.
I don't say a word the whole meal, I just sit there and smile at conversation. It's not until we're leaving the hall and returning to dorms that anyone mentions it. "You okay, Tris? " Four pipes up. Great, he's the one that notices. Him. Just what Molly would want.
"Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"You're just quite quiet."
"Oh no, it's just Molly's been a bit of a bitch." I moan.
"Which one's that? Is she the kind of chubby one?" I let out a small laugh. It's not just my thought.
"Yeah, that one."
"She's spent years trying to be friends with Will, Uriah and I."
"That long?" I'm stunned, who could put up with her for that long, I would kill her, I swear.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"I feel for you." I condole.
"Well, Tris, if I think I should feel for you, you just said that Molly was a bitch to you. What was going on with you two?"
"Well she, " and now that I think of it I remember this morning with Peter accusing me liking Four, I stand still. Waiting for the others to go ahead, so it's just the two of us. He doesn't really seem to notice," Peter was also being a bit of an ass, he was," I start to mumble, "Accusing me of... um... liking... you."
"Sorry? " "They accused me of liking you." I say bluntly.
"Oh, " He doesn't say anymore, he just stands there thinking.
"They saw us yesterday going into your room. They got ideas, they're just a bit stupid."
"Is that all?" He looks me in the eye, he knows there's more, he can tell.
"No, she practically called you a player."
"Is that it? They called me a player, they know me pretty damn well, they of all people should know that... That.."
"Know that what?"
" Know that I've never been with a girl before."
"Really? You, Four, the amazing sportsman, the clever scholar, has never been with a girl?" I tease.
"Shut up Tris." He punches my arm gently. It wasn't until we hear two snide laughs coming from behind us, I turn around to see three people. Peter with a twisted look of glee, Molly; laughing and a boy with lanky greasy hair, more piercings than any other girl in this school. Four leans down to whisper in my ear, "That's Eric, he's a senior like me. "
"Look at the two little love birds. " Peter sneers.
"Lovebirds is hardly the word," I reply plainly.
"Well, you two seem to like having time together."
"I was simply recounting our little encounter this morning, Peter. "
"Oh, " He pauses," you mean the one where you other little boyfriend saved you."
"Or the one where you gave up." I step forward towards the three of them.
"Four, really, this little girl. She looks like she's twelve." The boy, Eric, says.
"Eric, we're just friends, I wouldn't date Tris, she's just a friend, she's like a sister." A sister. A. Sister. Well, Four is like a brother is like a brother to me so I guess it was expected that the feeling is mutual.
"I would hope so, Four, you're Eighteen, she's what 14?" he sneers.
"Shut up Eric, you know Tris is 16."
"Are you sure? Maybe she just skipped a few grades?" Four launches at Eric, I stand there stunned. What do I do? Should I help? I don't move, until Zeke comes from around the corner and tries to separate them.
"Tris? Help?" I spring to action and help Four out of this mess.
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