A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I left my computer alone for the Thanksgiving weekend, so I didn't post anything :(

Also, this chapter was so short in the actual book, and Four was barely in it, so I wrote a little extra scene to make it more than 300 words :P Tell me what you think in reviews!

Chapter of (the actual book) Divergent: 19

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters

With my friends around me, alcohol in my veins, and the beautiful (if not horrifying) view of the chasm, it is almost enough to forget about the problems of everyday life. I find myself laughing so hard I have to clutch at the railing for balance, which I don't do often. My thoughts feel sluggish in my head, which, while after one or two drinks would make me feel uncomfortable, but now I embrace the lack of adult understanding of life. The thoughts in my brain go all happy when I see a group of transfer initiates walking by me, and I notice especially that Tris is one of them. She looks absolutely gorgeous.

"Tris," I call out, before I realise that my brain and mouth have been conspiring against me. Well, it's too late to go back now. I get up from my very comfortable position on the rail and I walk over to her. "You look different," I choke out.

"So do you," she says calmly. "What are you doing?"

"Flirting with death," I laugh. "Drinking near the chasm. Probably not a good idea."

"No, it isn't," she says quietly. She looks unsettled.

"Didn't know you had a tattoo," I say, looking at her collarbone. Sipping my bottle of beer, I prepare my next answer. "Right. The crows." I glance at my friends, who are still talking. "I'd ask you to hand out with us, but you're not supposed to see me this way."

Tris eyes the bottle in my hand. "What way? Drunk?"

"Yeah…well, no," I say. "Real, I guess," my voice softens.

"I'll pretend I didn't," she says. Was that a hint of melancholy in her voice? Or am I just drunk?

"Nice of you," I say. Before I can change my mind, I bend down, pressing my lips to her year. "You look good, Tris," I whisper. I see her cheeks burn, and I can hear her heart leaping like mine. I immediately realise what I say, and I make it look like I'm drunk. Shame. She'll think I don't mean it.

Tris lets out a stiffened laugh. "Of course," she says glumly. Glumly! I throw her a wink, just because I can. Tris waves at me as Al carries her away.

*#*#*

Waking up the morning after a night out is like waking up in Hell. Everything burns. I run my fingers through my hair and look around me. Luckily, I made it to my apartment safely enough. I don't appear to have destroyed the place. Good. I did better than last time. I get up from my bed and fill a glass with water from my sink, simply to ease my burning throat. It's about halfway through the glass that I freeze.

Oh God.

Tris.

I talked to Tris! I told her she looked good! I winked at her! I stand in the same spot in my little kitchenette with the now-empty water glass still poised and pressed to my lips, in my boxers, until I hear a knock on my door.

"You alive in there, Four?" I hear a voice outside the door.

I grunt loudly.

"I'll take that as a yes," the voice continues.

"Goddamnit Zeke, be quiet!" I call.

"Hey, sorry, man! Just letting you know lunch is in 15," Zeke says.

"Okay, thanks," I respond. I hear Zeke's footsteps, letting me know he left my door.

I run to my room, grabbing a black t-shirt and jeans and throw them on as fast as I can. I jab a toothbrush between my lips as I go. I slip on my sneakers, grabbing my keys and throwing my toothbrush in the sink from the door as I lock up. I run down to the lunch hall.

When I arrive, I scan the room for Tris. My head pounds and my throat aches, and I can't seem to concentrate enough to look. I shake my head and squint, but I can't seem to make her out. I sit down next to Zeke and eat my lunch in silence.

"Hey, man, is something wrong?" Zeke prods my shoulder with the end of his fork. I snatch it from his hand and stick it in his water glass. "Whoa, there, Mr. Grumpy. Seriously, Four, what's wrong?"

"Don't poke me," I say stiffly.

"What happened to Mr. Fun Guy last night?" Zeke asks.

"He doesn't exist."

"Oh."

Just then, Tris, Christina, Will, and Al walk in the room. My eyes meet with Tris's, and I expect hatred, but that isn't what I receive. What I receive is so much worse. Hate and love are so close that it is easy to mistake one another. Easy to change one another. But there is no mistaking this. The look in Tris Prior's eyes is indifferent.