A/N: This update is so short, I am so sorry! It's like 500 words and my policy is "Don't post unless it's over 1,000," but I felt like I needed to post something today.

Now, a bit of shameless self-promoting for a second.

Please check out my other two ongoing Divergent fanfictions,

Passing On Her Flight: A post-Allegiant/Hunger Games crossover where Tobias, Christina, Caleb, and Susan enter the 74th annual Hunger Games along with Katniss and Peeta (all will be clear when you read it)

Astringent: Post Allegiant story about memory serum-ed Tobias Eaton searching for meaning in his life as a Dauntless trainer, as well as trying to find out what to do about a special branch of the Divergent, called the Astringent

Okay, enough of that :) Also, if you are reading this, please review with your favorite vegetable :)

Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 4

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

I walk stiffly through the doors of the Amity cafeteria, making eye contact with Tris. I can immediately tell that she knows something's wrong, and she's right.

"What happened?" she asks as soon as I sit down.

"In their enthusiasm for conflict resolution," I say stiffly, "the Amity have apparently forgotten that meddling creates more conflict," my voice feels so tight my vocal cords may burst. "If we stay here much longer, I am going to punch someone, and it's not going to be pretty."

Caleb and an Abnegation girl sitting next to him both look at me, eyebrows raised. A few Amity stop talking and stare at me.

"You heard me," I say harshly, and they all look away.

"As I said," Tris says, covering her smile with her hand, "what happened?"

I sigh, mirth leaving my bones. "I'll tell you later."

We sit for a moment in peace until Marcus comes up behind Tris. He lays his hand on her right shoulder, and I see pain shoot in her eyes. I give Marcus a glare.

"She got shot in the shoulder," I say through clenched teeth, sitting still as a stone.

"My apologies," he says in his kind Abnegation voice. "Hello."

"What do you want?" Tris asks angrily. I can't help but smile. That's my girl.

"Beatrice," the blonde girl says quietly. "There's no need to—"

"Susan, please," Caleb says quietly. I shoot him a look of gratitude.

"I asked you a question," Tris says angrily. She's amazing, talking to him like that. I've been Dauntless for two years and I can barely make eye contact.

"I would like to discuss something," he says calmly. I know that voice. It's the voice he uses before he takes off his belt for the night. "The other Abnegation and myself have discussed it and decided that we should not stay here. We believe that, given the inevitability of further conflict in our city, it would be selfish of us to stay here while what remains of our faction is inside that fence. We would like to request that you escort us."

Tris shoots me a quizzical look, and I raise a questioning eyebrow, but I don't take my eyes off the table.

"What do you think?" she asks me.

I lift my eyes up to hers, and find the dull grey color comforting. "I think we should leave the day after tomorrow," I whisper.

"Okay. Thank you," Marcus says. He gets up and sits at the other end of the table with the rest of the Abnegation.

Tris slides closer to me, sliding her hand into mine, and it feels so comforting. I have to bite my lip not to cry.

She is so beautiful, and I am so lucky to have found her.