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Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 3

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

After spending a couple hours alone in my room, I hear a knock at the door.

"Tris?" I call out, opening the door.

"Nope. Just her brother," the boy standing in front of me calls out wittily.

I roll my eyes, stepping aside to let him in.

"What do you want, Caleb?"

"Whoa, easy! I just want to talk!" he exclaims.

"Okay," I respond harshly. "So talk."

Caleb stutters awkwardly, sitting down on the floor. I take an uncomfortable seat next to him.

"Is something on your mind, Caleb?" I ask delicately, humor laced in my voice.

"Well… It's about you and Tris," he says, starting strong, and then his voice dies out.

"What about me and Tris?" I ask, laughing.

"Just… if you hurt her, I swear to God I will kill you, got it, Tobias?" he says, trying to be threatening. I notice he enunciates my real name, like a threat.

I have to try not to roll my eyes.

"I promise," I say. Then my voice grows somber. "I, unlike some other people I know," glaring at Caleb, "don't like to hurt the people I love."

He blushes. "You love my sister?"

I smile, looking down at my toes. I feel my cheeks turning pink too. "Of course I do," I whisper.

We sit for a moment in silence.

"When did you realize you loved her?" he asks me.

"God with the questions, Erudite! Would've thought you were Candor!" I say mockingly, Caleb rolling his eyes. "It was during our training," I say more seriously. Then I realize how my sentence is going to end and my cheeks turn pink. He's not going to like this. "We were learning about knife throwing."

"And?" Caleb prompts.

"And… one of the Dauntless training exercises we did involved throwing knives at the tributes as they posed in front of targets." I say the words as calmly as I can. "Well… not all the tributes. Just your sister."

"And let me guess," Caleb says sarcastically, face still red, but this time from anger, "it was you who got to throw the knives at my sister."

I nod softly.

"Oh my GOD, you could have hit her!" he exclaims angrily.

"Oh, don't worry, Erudite. I wouldn't have hit your sister," I say, smiling.

"Oh, really?" he challenges me. "Just how good of a shot are you?"

I roll my eyes. "Are you asking me to throw knives at you? Because, Erudite, I can't guarantee I won't hit you."

His eyes widen and my smile grows into a chuckle. Then he realizes I'm joking and he glares at me.

He pulls a roll of cheese out of his blue Erudite bag, as well as a butter knife. He puts the cheese on the dresser and hands me the knife.

I roll my eyes, taking the knife. I hurl it at the cheese and it sticks right in the center.

Caleb's eyes widen.

"Can I try?" he asks.

I laugh. "Go right ahead."

He takes a seat next to me and hurls the knife, trying to do what I did, but utterly failing.

Laughter overcomes me.

Caleb looks in dismay at the knife clattered on the dresser. He stands up and grabs it in defiance.

"No, not like that," I say, still laughing.

"What do you mean, 'not like that'? I imitated you perfectly." Caleb says angrily.

"You did not!" I respond indignantly.

"Well, do it again, then!" responds Caleb.

Just as the knife leaves my hand I hear the door open and turn to see the other Prior standing in the door.

"Tell me he's some kind of Dauntless prodigy," Caleb says inquisitively. "Can you do this too?"

"With my right hand, maybe," Tris says self-shaming-ly. "But yes, Four is some kind of Dauntless prodigy. Can I ask why you're throwing knives at cheese?"

I catch her eye at my nickname, still smiling.

"Caleb came by to discuss something," I say casually. "And knife-throwing just came up somehow."

"As it so often does," Tris says, beginning to smile.

After a moment of awkward tension, Caleb clears his throat, just noticing the fact that we both want him to leave.

"Anyway, I should be getting back to my room," he says, looking at me, then at his sister. "I'm reading this book about the water-filtration systems. The kid who gave it to me looked at me like I was crazy for wanting to read it. I think it's supposed to be a repair manual, but it's fascinating." He pauses. "Sorry. You probably think I'm crazy too."

"Not at all," I say mockingly, trying my best to keep a straight face. "Maybe you should read the repair manual too, Tris. It sounds like something you might like."

Caleb doesn't get the joke. "I can loan it to you," he says sincerely.

"Maybe later," Tris says, trying not to groan. She gives me a dirty look. "Thanks for that. Now he's going to talk my ear off about water filtration and how it works. Though I guess I might prefer that to what he wants to talk to me about," she says.

"Oh? And what's that?" I ask, quirking my eyebrows. "Aquaponics?"

"Aqua-what?"

"It's one of the ways they grow food here. You don't want to know," I say, trying not to laugh.

"You're right, I don't," Tris says. "What did he come here to talk to you about?"

"You," I say quietly. "I think it was the big-brother talk. 'Don't mess around with my sister' and all that."

I stand up.

"What did you tell him?" Tris asks anxiously.

"I told him how we got together—that's how knife-throwing came up, and I told him I wasn't messing around.

Tris's cheeks turn red. I wrap my hands around her hips, pressing her as gently as I can against the door, and I place my lips to hers. I feel her uninjured arm wrap around my neck, pulling me down closer to her. I feel sparks flying through my chest.

Her other arm wraps around my waist, finding it's way under the hem of my shirt. I feel her running her fingers over the small of my back and it causes waves of electricity through my skin. My hands squeeze her waist as I press my lips more insistently into hers.

I pull back softly.

"This isn't what you came here for," I say sternly.

"No."

"What did you come for?"

"Who cares?"

She shoves her fingers into my hair, pulling me back to her. My lips slide down her jaw. "Tris," I whisper against her cheek.

"Okay, okay."

She pulls me to her bed and begins to tell me what she saw this morning. I listen as she recounts an encounter she saw happen between Marcus and Johanna. She ends with, "and then she kissed his cheek, leaving him stunned."

I sit for a moment, letting the surprise set in.

"Well, what do you think?" she asks me.

"I think," I say carefully, grinding my teeth, "that it's Marcus trying to feel more important than he is."

By the look on her face, she was not expecting me to say that.

"So… what? You think he's just talking nonsense?" she asks, astounded.

"I think there probably is some information the Abnegation knew that Jeanine wanted to know, but I think he's exaggerating its importance. Trying to build up his own ego by making Johanna think he's got something she wants and he won't give it to her," I say smoothly.

"I don't…" Tris frowns. "I don't think you're right. He didn't sound like he was lying."

"You don't know him like I do," I say, trying not to let anger seep into my voice. "He is an excellent liar."

"Maybe you're right, but shouldn't we find out what's going on? Just to be sure?" she says. I wish we had just stayed kissing.

"I think it's more important that we deal with the situation at hand," I say quietly. "Go back to the city. Find out what's going on there. Find a way to take Erudite down. Then maybe we can find out what Marcus was talking about, after this is all resolved. Okay?"

Tris nods at me, smiling. But I can tell in her eyes that she hasn't changed her mind.

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