Divergent

Chapter 5

"Hey are you okay?" Al asks and nudges me.
"I'm fine." I state and continue picking at my lunch. My stomach rumbles, but I can't find it in me to actually eat. I have no appetite.

"She's hung up on her boyfriend." Peter chuckles with a smirk.

"I don't have a boyfriend." I growl angrily.
"Then who's Robert? Your phone didn't stop ringing through out the whole training session." he challenges.

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend." Chris accuses.

"I don't." I repeat in a monotone voice.
"Who's Robert?" She asks curiously. I sigh and stand up.

"I'll see you guys later." I state and leave the cafeteria. My eyes begin to fill with tears and I go to my room. I make sure to lock my door then go to the bathroom. I take a long hot shower and change into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. My head throbs with pain and I stumble back to my bed. It almost feels like I'm drunk, but I stopped drinking a while ago. When I lay down my eyes automatically shut and I let the tears fall.
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Someone shakes my arm and i jolt awake. Al stands over me with a worried look and I frown in confusion. My eyes feel wet with tears.

"Al? What are you doing here?" I ask cautiously.

"I heard you screaming in your sleep. You must've had a nightmare." he says softly.

"Thanks for waking me." i sigh and sit up. He nods and grabs my hand.

"Anytime." he replies.
"How did you get in? I locked my door." i realize.

"All of our keycards are the same." he replies. I nod in understanding he wipes the dried tears from my face.

"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I don't know." I pause then answer.
"Want me to stay?" He questions and I nod.

"I really appreciate the offer but I'm fine." I admit and he smiles.

"Thanks." I repeat.
"Don't worry about it. Just sleep." he replies and stands up.

"If you need anything I'm right next door." he adds and leaves the room. My door clicks shut and I sigh in relief.
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I get to the training room earlier than four today. I quickly set up the punching bags for him then begin working out. The doors open and Four enters the room. He looks around a few seconds then meets my eyes.

"Thanks." He says.
"No problem." I reply.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks.
"Go ahead." i reply cautiously.
"Why are you here?" He questions.

"What do you mean?" I ask and stop kicking the bag. My eyebrows raise in questioning and he pauses before speaking.

"Everyone's here for a reason. Mostly everyone has parents or family in the FBI. So they're going through this training. But I don't know anyone related to you." he states and I stiffen.

"I'm here because I want to learn some self defense." I reply and turn back towards the bag.

One of Myra's rules was to keep my parents a secret from everyone, until I made it through training.

"Why's that though?" He asks.
"It's really none of your business." I reply sharply. He had his hands up in defense and I mentally scold myself.

"Just a question." he mutters to himself.

"By the way, the rules we have are for a reason. I suggest not breaking them." he adds and I frown at him.

"What are you talking about? I haven't broken any rules?" I ask, The emotionless look goes back in his face and people start filing into the room.

"Why are you always here so early?" Chris whines to me.

"I like to get an early start." I reply and she nods.

"I'm sorry about yesterday I-"
"It's fine." I interrupt.
"Are you sure? I really am sorry-"
"Stop apologizing. Im fine really." I reassure. I add a forced smile and she smiles back.

"So?" She asks in a teasing voice.
"So what?" I ask.
"Cmon you know." she urges.
"I really don't." I laugh out.
"You and Al?" She ask

"What about me and Al?" I question slowly. i turn towards her and her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"He's telling everyone he slept in your room last night-"
"What?!" I interrupt with a shriek.
"Yea, apparently Peter saw him sneak into your room last night. Peter was messing with him and he went along with it." she says slowly.

"Where the bloody hell is he." I growl and my eyes scan the gym. My eyes land on him, he's punching the bag at the end of the last row. My chest heaves and I angrily jog over to him.

"Oh hey Tris." he says and drops his arms.
"Don't hey Tris me. Why the hell are you telling people you stayed the night in my room?" I ask angrily.

"Tris can we do this somewhere else i-"
"No! We're going to do this right here right now. Why are you telling people that. You and I both know what happened last night." I growl and push him back. He stumbles slightly and I glare at him.

"Answer me damnit." I growl.
"Tris calm down." he whispers and I feel everyone watching us.

"I will not calm down. I barely know you and now you're giving me a bad name? I'm not some slut who's going to fall at your knees. I know way too many people like that. I won't add one to the list." I say angrily.

"I got the wrong impression-"
"Excuse me?" I interrupt.
"I thought we had something." he yells just as angrily. My hands ball up into a fist and before I know what I'm doing my fist connects with his face. Blood starts to pour from his nose and I knee him.

"We didn't have anything and you know that! Stop telli-"
"Tris!" Someone says and angrily lifts me off of him.

"Let me go!" I scream and try to wiggle out of the steel grip.

"Calm down." someone murmurs in my ear. I get dragged out of the room and I spin around to see four as the person that dragged me away.