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Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 32

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy. Or the characters. Or even the quotes. Damn.

I feel Tris's eyes on me as we walk down to the dining hall. A smile stretches wide across my lips as I think about the last two hours. We spent them lying on my bed talking, sleeping, and kissing. Now we head to find out the rankings. Of course, Eric already told me, and she's ranked first.

I see her lovely gray eyes flicker up to mine, and I greet her with a smile.

When we reach the entrance, we split. I wait for her to walk in, then I count to ten, then I go and sit by Zeke.

I hear Christina say, "Where did you go? Everyone else went back to the dormitory."

I feel my muscles tense. What would be the harm in telling them now?

"I just wandered around. I was too nervous to talk to everyone else about it," Tris says evasively.

"You have no reason to be nervous," Christina replies, shaking her head. She's right. "I turned around to talk to Will for one second, and you were already done."

Christina sounds jealous. She should be, Tris is kick ass. I shake my head quickly, earning a look from Zeke.

"What job are you going to pick?" Tris asks with a shrug.

"I'm thinking I might want a job like Four's. Training initiates. Scaring the living daylights out of them." I feel the corners of my lips tug upwards. Christina's spunk is just what the initiates need. I would like to work with her very much. "You know, fun stuff. What about you?"

"I guess… I could be an ambassador to the other factions," she says quietly. "I think being a transfer would help me."

I feel my smile widen. Beatrice Prior, ambassador of Dauntless. I like it.

"I was so hoping you would say Dauntless-leader-in training," Christina says wistfully.

I begin to tune them out as I lose myself in this delicious cake.

Something brings me back to light.

"Question," I hear Christina's loud voice ring through my ears. "The leaders who were watching your fear landscape… they were laughing about something."

I feel my muscles tense, and Zeke stares.

"You okay?" he asks. I nod tersely.

"Oh?" Tris asks, biting her lip. "I'm glad my terror amuses them."

"Any idea which obstacle it was?" she asks. I feel myself sit up straight. Don't tell her don't tell her don't tell her.

"No," Tris says unconvincingly.

Once a Candor, always a Candor. I find Christina proving this true here and now.

"You're lying," she says. "You always bite the inside of your cheek when you lie. It's your tell."

Tris's cheeks suddenly expand, as though she let go of them with her teeth.

"Will's is pinching his lips together, if it makes you feel better," she adds as an afterthought. Will covers his lips with his hands.

"Okay, fine," Tris says softly. I take in a deep breath. I tersely shove a forkful of cake into my mouth, chewing with robotic motions. Even the taste of delicious Dauntless cake isn't enough to distract me. "I was afraid of… intimacy," Tris continues.

"Intimacy," Christina repeats. "Like… sex?"

Tris stiffens and nods, earning a giggle from will. I resist the urge to slap him.

"What was that like? I mean, did someone just… try to do it with you? Who was it?" Damn the Candor, for their never ending curiosity.

"Oh, you know. Faceless… unidentifiable male," she says nonchalantly. I feel a weight lift off my chest, and I visibly relax.

Zeke looks quizzically at me, and I shove a large bite of cake in my mouth, raising an eyebrow, and he falls out of his chair laughing.

I hear a microphone squeal, and Eric is behind me. He coughs self-consciously into the microphone, scratching the back of his neck.

"We aren't big on speeches here. Eloquence is for Erudite," he says. The crowd laughs, and I take a bite of cake to avoid having to react. "So I'm going to keep this short. It's a new year, and we have a new pack of initiates. And a slightly smaller pack of new members. We offer them our congratulations." People begin pounding their fists. "We believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. WE believe in freedom from hear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also believe in those things, we welcome you."

I smile and cheer, this time for real. I do believe in those things.

"Tomorrow," Eric continues, "in their first act as members, our top ten initiates will choose their professions, in the order of how they are ranked. The rankings, I know, are what everyone is really waiting for. They are determined by a combination of three scores—the first, from the combat stage of training; the second, from the simulation stage; and the third, from the final examination, the fear landscape. The ranking will appear on the screen behind me."

I don't even look. I keep my eyes on Tris. Her shoulders slouch and she smiles. She did it.

I see Christina and Will hug her in turn, and then she taps Uriah's shoulder.

"Congratulations!" she shouts.

"You beat them!" he shouts back, laughing, as Christina and Will kiss each other sloppily. I walk to the table, standing behind Tris.

"You think giving you a hug would give away too much?" I whisper.

"You know," she says, dragging the words. "I really don't care."

She stands on her toes, and presses her lips to mine. At first, I recoil in surprise. Then I relax, pressing back into her kiss. I feel my hand go to her neck, brushing the bandage. Suddenly she stiffens and pulls back. Her eyes widen.

"Tris?" I ask.

"Not now," she whispers. "Later. Okay?"

I nod softly, acutely aware of Will and Christina, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at me.

Tris gets up and leaves.

"So," Christina starts, and then her voice fails her. I smile. I finally got a Candor to shut up.

"I'm going to go…" Will trails off, "and grab us some cake. Be right back."

He kisses Christina's cheek and walks away, stopping after a few steps to shake his head quickly and stare quizzically at me.

Christina still doesn't move.

"So," she tries again.

"So," I respond.

"You and Tris," she says.

"Me and Tris," I respond.

"Wow," she says.

"Yep," I respond.

Then she stands up and leaves. Before going, she turns and adds, "Break her heart, and we kill you."

I smile.

"Don't worry. I won't."

If anything, she will be the one to break mine.