Complicated Love (Divergent Peter Fanfic)

I'm Ready

When I said that Tris and her friends would deal with Al about what he did to Tris, I didn’t think that would lead him to commit suicide.

I was asleep when they pulled his body out of the chasm and I only knew once morning arrived what had happened. But now here we were, Dauntless members and initiates all gathered next to the chasm where Al threw himself over and all of us sharing our alcohol.

I was standing next to Peter as we waited for this little ceremony to end. Personally, I wasn’t sad about Al; I didn’t know him. What was sad is that he thought that the only escape for what he did was suicide even though it wasn't.

In front of us, one of the Dauntless initiates offers Tris his flask but she refuses. There’s nothing special about her refusing to drink but Molly being Molly sees this as the perfect opportunity to bully her.

“Surprise, surprise,” she smiles crookedly as she nudges Peter. “Once a Stiff, always a Stiff.”

I roll my eyes at her childish games that were seriously getting old and I’m happy to see Peter doing the same. Unfortunately, Molly doesn’t seem to realize that as she creeps up behind Tris who was trying really hard to ignore her.

“I read an interesting article today. Something about your dad, and the real reason you left your old faction.” She whispers in Tris’s ear.

Before anyone could react, Tris turned around and brought her fist in Molly’s face, sending her stumbling back. It takes her a few seconds to steady herself from the impact and the shock at being punched before she lunges at Tris.

Though Will stopped both of the girls from continuing the fight. “Quit it. Both of you.” He said in a stern voice as he let go of Molly’s collar and turned Tris around to make her face Eric who was climbing on a box next to the railing.

“Quiet down, everyone!” Eric shouts while someone hits a gong and everyone quiets down except for a couple mutters here and there. “Thank you. As you know, we’re here because Albert, an initiate, jumped into the chasm last night.”

This time, everyone stops talking and the only thing that can be heard is the river in the chasm.

“We do not know why,” Eric continues his speech, “and it would be easy to mourn the loss of him tonight. But we did not choose a life of ease when we became Dauntless. And the truth of it is…” A smile appears on Eric’s face and it almost looks real. “The truth is, Albert is now exploring an unknown, uncertain place. He leaped into vicious waters to get there. Who among us is brave enough to venture into that darkness without knowing what lies beyond it? Albert was not yet one of our members, but we can be assured that he was one of our bravest!”

Cries and shouts arise from the Dauntless, all of them at different pitches. It was almost as loud as the sound coming from the chasm.

“We will celebrate him now, and remember him always!” Eric turns to the side and grabs a dark bottle someone handed him. He then turned back to face the crowd and rose his bottle. “To Albert the Courageous!”

“To Albert!” everyone else yells as they start chanting his name. “Al-bert! Al-bert! Al-bert!”

Eric takes a swig from his bottle and joins the crowd of chanting members.

Beside Peter, Molly grumbles something about how this is stupid and leaves, her hand pressed to her jaw where Tris had punched her. And of course Drew was following behind her like a lost puppy.

“Their relationship is almost depressing,” Peter whispers in my ear while keeping his eyes trained on his two best friends exiting the Pit.

“I know right?” I agree with him. Then, out of nowhere, a Dauntless girl with jet black hair and her eyebrows covered in piercings hands Peter a bottle of alcohol before she trudges away, giggling. I raise my eyebrows in confusion before looking down at the bottle; it had a label with the word “WHISKEY” printed on it.

“You know, I don’t really trust drinking out of these bottles. Who knows what could be in it?” Peter says and I laugh.

“Here, I’ll try it,” I snatch the bottle out of his hands and take a large gulp out of it before he can refuse. The liquid slides down my throat and I cringe at the taste. “Yup, definitely whiskey,” I say as I hand back the bottle to Peter, a smirk plastered on his perfect lips. “What?”

“You’re just freaking beautiful, that’s all,” he says as he, too, takes a swig of the disgusting liquid. Just like me, he cringes as he swallows.

A blush had appeared on my cheeks when he called me beautiful and I couldn’t help the butterflies swirling through my stomach. There was music blasting through the Pit as people danced around us but all I could focus on was Peter. The way his brown hair fell loosely on his forehead; the way his beautiful, big green eyes looked so innocent; the way a dimple appeared on his right cheek every time he smiled; just him.

In a heartbeat, my arms where laced around his neck and our lips where pressed together as they moved in synch. I heard glass shatter and I knew that Peter had dropped the bottle of whiskey but I couldn’t care less. All I cared about was Peter.

It felt like hours before I pulled away from our kiss only to lean my forehead against his and let two small words slip out from my mouth. “I’m ready,”

Peter pulled away in shock, his eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked, sounding almost desperate.

I didn’t trust my voice so I simply nodded. This caused Peter to smile like a little kid during his birthday when his parents give him gifts. He grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me out of the Pit all the way into an all too familiar hallway. He pushed aside the rock wall leading into a dimly lit tunnel.

“Did you have all of this planned beforehand?” I asked, intertwining our hands and pushing him up against me so I could kiss him after he closed the door.

“I had a few ideas on where we could go,” he said against my lips. He then pulled away and continued to walk down the tunnel.

Next thing I knew, I was lying down on the ground in the cave and Peter was kissing down my neck. “Gosh, I love you so much,” he said against my skin.

“I love you, too, Peter,” I answered back and they were probably the most truthful words I had ever said. I may be young but I knew that Peter was the love of my life. No one could ever replace him.

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Awwwwww!!!!! Peter and Florence finally went all the way to show how much they loved each other!!!! How cute!!

Also, I want to apologize for not updating sooner, I had complications that involved my chinchilla starving himself since Thursday and almost dying. I only learnt today that he would live which was a great relieve.

Another thing, I know that this chapter is shorter than usual so sorry for that also.

Though I still hope that you liked this chapter!

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