Four-given chapter 14

A/N: Hey guys. I just wanted to say that I am so sorry that I'm so lame. I sort of lost inspiration for this story there for a while-inspiration for all writing, really. But I'm back, and, hopefully, I'm here to stay. I may not update quite so often, but don't worry, I WILL FINISH THIS STORY IF IT'S THE DEATH OF ME.

I also wanna apologise because this chapter is ridiculously short. I'm at a point in the book where I'm not quite sure where Four is. I'm not as familiar with Insurgent as I am with Divergent, but that won't stop me from trying. I swear, I'll update within the week, and hopefully, the next chapter will be longer.

Also also, I wanted to thank my reviewers over the last bit. I had no idea my writing was so appreciated and it makes me so happy that people enjoy what I have to say. Please, it makes me so happy when you review, and I would really appreciate it. Thank you!

Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 14

Disclaimer: After all this time, I still don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters.

I keep my head down as I walk through the hallway. People stare at me, shooting me looks—some of pity, some of contempt—but I find myself not caring. I just want to focus on finding Tris.

After a bit of wandering, I hear voices coming from the bunks.

"I don't see how he can be flirty, with everything that's going on," I hear Lynn say.

"He's supposed to shuffle around, scowling all this time?" Tris responds, sending a jolt up my spine. "Maybe you can learn something from him."

Lynn chuckles. "You're one to talk," she says. "You're always moping. We should start calling you Beatrice Prior, Queen of Tragedy."

I stop for a moment, closing my eyes. Has she really been so bad that Lynn notices?

"Shut up," Tris says, punching Lynn in the arm.

Lynn shoves her. "I don't take orders from Stiffs," she says, and both the girls smile. Changing the subject, she adds, "Ready to go?"

"Where are you going?" I ask, slipping between our bunks. Tris's eyes hit the floor, and I find myself searching her.

"Top of the Hancock building to spy on Erudite," Lynn says. "Want to come?"

I look at Tris, and I see discomfort in her face. "No," I say hesitantly, "I've got a few things to take care of here. But be careful," I respond, hoping that no one else catches the lie.

Tris nods. She knows why I'm really not going.

Lynn just shakes her head and walks away. Tris begins to follow, but I put my arm on hers, sending a jolt up my arm.

"I'll see you later," I mutter. "Don't do anything stupid."

Tris frowns. "Thanks for that vote of confidence," she says sarcastically.

I suppose that this is why I've never had a girlfriend before. Even for someone so selfless, so Abnegation, everything has to be about her.

"I didn't mean that," I say angrily. "I meant don't let anyone else do anything stupid. They'll listen to you."

I lean in like I'm going to kiss her, but I decide against it, biting my lip to hold back. Something about the way she reacted struck a nerve. It's like I can't say anything right to please her.

She looks down, making me feel guiltier than ever, and runs away.

I wander around the hall for a moment, unsure of what to do with myself. When I finally run out of options, I decide it may be best for me to sleep.

I lay down in my bunk, cradling my knees to my chest. The gun under my pillow digs into my shoulder, but I know I will be able to reach it in an attack.

Quickly, I feel myself drift off.