This isn't exactly related to the Fanfiction, but I uploaded a video on YouTube of my divergent dream cast. If you want to see it, it is under the screen name Lillianwest1313 as "Alternate Divergent Cast". Related to the Fanfiction, I really want to speed initiation up a little bit so that I can get to the good part of the story. However, it might not happen like that. Please be patient. –Lil
Chapter 8
"Nothing is broken, just swollen. Your head is a different story though. You will have to sit out for a few days" Aunt Christina says, prodding at my nose. "So, how did this happen anyways?"
"Well, uh, Huxley." I reply, avoiding her face.
"What? Huxley did this to you?"
"We were supposed to be fighting. She won."
"Actually, they were supposed to be sparring." Oliver adds. I glare at him from the corner of my eye.
"I'm going to kill your dad! I told him not to pair you two up." Christina huffs.
"Shhhh." It looks like Oliver has caught on, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. I am too late.
"Wait, Four is your dad? That makes Six your mom? Wow."
"Thanks" I say directing my attention back to my aunt.
"Sorry, I forgot" she checks the bandage on the back of my head and goes to grab some paperwork. The door clicks shut.
Fifteen minutes later, we are walking side by side back to the training room. Neither of us has said a word since we left my infirmary room. The silence is killing me.
"I am not going to tell anyone, if you're worried. I understand why you wouldn't tell anyone. But, if this morning was any proof, they're definitely not giving you special treatment." Oliver reassures me.
"Thanks." I don't know what else to say. Sorry I didn't tell you that we're related? I barely know the guy. And I promised my parents that I wouldn't say anything. Then again, they promised me that training was going to be fun. Maybe I should explain though.
I stop in the middle of the empty hallway. "I'm sorry. A lot of people would think that if I did well, then …" he gives me a puzzled look.
"What?" I ask.
"Why do you apologize so much?" Oliver asks me more serious now.
My cheeks feel like they're on fire, so I look away. His fingers embrace my chin and pull my face to look at him.
"You don't have to be embarrassed around me." I fall helplessly into his emerald green eyes. Oliver pulls me closer and brushes his lips against mine. He pulls back after a second.
"I like you. So, now we're both a little embarrassed." He smiles and pecks my lips once more, before lacing our fingers together. I can't help but beam. Oliver starts to pull me forward, but I stop him.
"I like you too." He shakes his head with a smile.
"I knew you did" Oliver retorts. This time, I pull us together and kiss him deeply. I look back up at his face.
"Okay. Let's go" I laugh walking back towards the training room.
The rest of the day is spent sparring and practicing technique. As Cameron and Alex spar inside the ring, the rest of us are working on punching bags.
My mother stands ten feet behind me, watching my skill.
"Calah" I stop for a minute to look at her. "Use your knees and elbows. You are small, but you can get more force behind them." I nod as she walks over to help Quinn with what looks like the same problem. Though Quinn isn't nearly as short as me, she is still dangerously thin.
Sometimes I forget that my mother had also been an initiate at one time. She is so strong and brave that it's hard to picture her in the position that I'm in now.
I turn back to practicing and catch Oliver looking at me.
"See something you like, Oliver?" He nods, playing with a puppy dog look on his face.
"Initiates! Focus on the task you were given." My father shouts. He gives Oliver a death glare before returning to sparring.
I go back to the dormitory rather than go to dinner. It appears to be empty when I walk in. I sit down on my bed and examine my wounds. There are bruises on my elbows and my knuckles are bloodied and swollen. I honestly don't want to see what my face looks like.
I let out a raspy breath and lie back. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to have chosen abnegation. Their first day of training probably did not involve jumping off of a building. They absolutely don't have to worry about becoming factionless. I could have had a quiet life, and I wouldn't have had to worry about someone finding out my divergence through simulations. I would have gotten to see my grandparents more than once a year. I might have been happy.
No. I am not regretting my decision. I love my parents. Here, I have them, my aunts and uncles, my friends, and Oliver, whatever we are.
What am I to Oliver? Granted, it is also sort of an absurd thought. Totally absurd. We kissed, which might not mean anything to him, and we admitted to liking each other, which also might not mean anything. But, he wanted me to meet him in half an hour. I know I want to be more.
During the rest of training today, all I could think about was that it was unfair to Henry. Did I lead him on? I did flirt with him, and he could have flirted back. No. This entire though process is stupid. I barely flirted, he was nice. Henry is my friend. Oliver and I are… whatever we are.
Whatever we are, I am about to find out.