Divergent

Chapter 8

When I wake up Four is lightly shaking me. I tiredly sit up and he quirks a smile. His eyes are shining with something I've never seen before, bot from him at least. Robert use to always have that mischief look in his eyes. Fours hair is sticking up in all different directions and he overall looks very cute in the morning.

"Time to get up." he states. i rub my eyes and he hands me a new shirt.

"I'm taking all of your clothes." I say with a frown.

"It's fine, you look better in them then I do." he replies nonchalantly then stands up. I blush and he ties his shoes up.

"The bathroom is right there." he says and points to a door. I nod and go into it. I lock the door behind me and look in the mirror. I look different than I did two months ago. My long blonde hair is duller and my eyes have most their shine. I quickly turn around and change into the new shirt. I toss my ripped tank top into the garbage then bring fours sweater back to him.

"What happened to your brother?" He asks the second I walk back into the room.

"I can't talk about it.... I don't want to." I reply. Silence takes over and we just stare at each other. Him analyzing my face, me awkwardly standing there.

"Why do you look so familiar?" He asks after a few silent minutes.

"I don't know." I say and my heart begins pounding against my chest. Did he know my parents? Everyone use to tell me I looked like my moms twin when she was my age.

"Do you happen to know Natalie and Andrew Prior?" He asks and stares at me in the eyes. My heart starts erratically beating in my chest and I look down. What is he going to do? Will he tell everyone? Will I get in trouble? What if the people after me go after him now too? Questions rush through my mind and I look back up at him.

"How did you know?" I whisper in horror.
"Everyone who's been here more than five years knows them. They're a big deal. I heard about their death and how their oldest son, Caleb went missing. When I heard you yelling his name in your sleep, you confirmed my accusation... I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry." He says softly. He takes a step towards me like I'm a wild animal.

"How old are you?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. He said only people who have been here for five years know my parents. But he doesn't look older than twenty.

"Nineteen in a few months." he answers.
"You can't tell anyone about me-"
"I won't." he interrupts.
"Why not?" I ask with a frown.

"I want to help you because know how it feels to loose your family." he answers.

"You lost your parents?" I ask unsurely.
"Something like that.... my mother abandoned me as a kid, my father is in federal prison." He replies. My heart clenches for him and I wrap my arms around his neck. He lightly chuckles and hugs me back.

"I'm sorry." i say.
"I'm over it, it's been a while." He answers. We stay quiet and I finally pull away.
"We should probably get to the training room." i state and he nods.

"Yea," he awkwardly answers and stands up. I do the same and follow him out of his room. He locks the door behind him then sticks his keys in his pocket. We silently go to the gym and no one else is there yet.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask.
"Yea go ahead." he replies with furrowed eyebrows.

"When I was fighting Peter, you left.. why?" I ask and look up at him.

"It's not exactly something I wanted to watch." he answers and goes to the practice targets. He starts laying knives out of the table and I help him. A blush heats up my neck and cheeks.

"What are you doing tonight?" He blurts out.
"What?" I ask absentmindedly.
"Are you busy tonight? I want to help you figure out what happened to your parents. Maybe we can meet up." He elaborates.

"Oh... Um yea, That sounds good." I answer stupidly. He chuckles knowingly and people start filling the room.