Hello all, I still don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

"No, no, Four doesn't like me, trust me there." Yes he does Tris! Four likes you and you like him, and oh yeah! You're dating, who can forget that, it's been a day.

"Well, if you insist, because it sure seems like he does. I mean, the way he looks at you; always. Even when Uriah or Zeke's talking. He's looking at you, not looking at " he freezes while trying to figure out how to phrase the next part," how woman you are, but in your eyes, or at your lips, like he's wanting to kiss you. Remember a few hours ago when we were saying our fair wells, do you remember how he lingered onto your hug longer than he probably should have." I suddenly feel bashful, I can't blush in front of Caleb, he'll realise my feelings for Four. I really don't want-

"-You're blushing, Tris. You don't like him, do you?" There's no way I'm getting out of this. I can't escape, he's blocking me.

"Caleb," I take a deep breath, do I? Don't I?" I don't see why you care, if I liked Four, it wouldn't be any of your business. I don't and you think that he likes me? I think for once, Erudite, you're mistaken. We're both just friends." Great, I have to stay on this plane with him for another hour or so, he's not going to drop this is he?

"Erudite, Beatrice," he spits," you're turning into him, you two spend too much time together. Stop it." He's really angry, I can't comprehend as to why though.

"No, why should I, Caleb, Four is my friend and you can't control that. " Ii try my best to keep my voice low, I don't want anyone else on the plane hearing our conversation.

"There's so many things I don't like about him, how he's a year older than you-"

"-And you! Don't forget that Caleb!-" I interject.

"How he's cocky because he's sporty, has good grades, Jesus, he should be with us with them,"

"Cocky? Four is the complete opposite, he acts incredibly different when he's with you. He, he, he gets defensive. You challenge him."

"Challenge him? How?" He seems amazed, I know the reason Caleb challenges Four, he's my brother, the brother of his girlfriend, albeit a year younger. Erudites and Dauntless never have gotten on well.

"It doesn't matter okay? Leave it, Caleb."

Of course it was a rather tearful reunion with the family. Caleb and I haven't had a proper conversation since the plane, I've been avoiding him, going straight up to my room after dinner and video calling Christina or the guys, once even Al. Undoubtably, Caleb's in his room reading, writing, not talking to his possible friends.

Christmas is the same as it always has been, apart from Caleb and I not speaking. We spent our morning giving to those in need in a shelter. Over in the corner sat a couple, not much older than myself, they were obviously completely broke, they didn't have a penny to their name yet they sat there looking happier than almost anyone I've ever seen. I'd forgotten how this could affect me so much. It's just strange. While I've been away, I've had everything provided for me, while here? You can see that all around us haven't got enough to get by. Many in here are happier than I, they don't care for possessions. I wish I had their will power.

Eventually we came back home, we sat and ate minimal food making little chat. As soon as I could I ran upstairs and turned on my webcam.

"Hey, Merry Christmas!" I say to Four, he's alone, unlike usual when he's with the boys.

"Hi, you too," He looks different from when he's with the guys, he's calmer, nicer. I prefer him now.

"Where are the guys?"

"Oh, well they're down stairs, I told them I was saying Merry Christmas to my father, " I laugh. I wonder how long we'll be like this? Will we still be secret next year? Will we be together next year?

"Nice lie there. "

"Well, I am to please."

"I miss you." I whisper, by now Caleb's probably upstairs, next door, listening in like he probably always does.

"I miss you too, I wish I could see you soon." This isn't the Four Caleb knows, this Four is one who is timid, the one who doesn't boast, the one who's a genuine person. I really am not worth of having him. God knows what he sees in me.

"Shame, it'll be another two weeks before we do so. So, the other day when you said you weren't with the boys the whole time, you never told me what you were doing the rest of the time. "

"Oh, I have to stay with my dick-head of a father. God, I wish mom was still around. I would much rather stay with her than him. He's a fucking monster. " I know so little about Four's home life. I've always assumed that if he'd want to talk about it, that he would bring it up in his own time; I wouldn't have to force it out of him.

"But why though? Why do you hate him so much?" He's silent for a moment, he just stares at the ground trying to fathom the words he needs to do so.

"Let's just say, Tris, I had a shitty childhood, things scarred me over the years. I have scars I'll never be able to heal." Does he means physical scars of does he mean mental scars?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up, it was selfish of me. I'm so sorry." The words all flood out of my mouth at once, I can't stop them. I shouldn't have had to push him, he didn't want to talk about it did he. I shall stop, not question him anymore than I already have.

"Shh, stop apologising. You don't know any better. I mean, you're allowed to be selfish, you're not an abnegation are you? " he throws me a faint smile, " Look, I'm tired. I have to leave for Dad's tomorrow. Night. Tris." Usually our conversations would be at least an hour long, and no where near as serious.

"Night, Four." I whisper.

"Don't call me that." Again, it reminds me of our farewell.

"Then what should I-"

"-Nothing, not yet. " He interrupts, and with that, he's gone and I'm left alone with my own thoughts when I could, had I not been so nosey, been talking to him.

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