Divergent High

Making Up.

"Miss Prior?"

I look up from my desk.

"Could you answer number six for me please?" Mrs. Matthews asks.

I slowly stand up from my seat, walk to the bored, and look at the question.

I think for a moment.

I write down my answer and I turn to go back to my seat.

"Thank you." She says.

I roll my eyes.

I feel a poke on my back.

"Tris." Four.

"Psst. Tris."

He keeps poking my back annoyingly.

I turn around stiffly.

"What?" I snap.

"Do you have a pencil?" He asks.

"Yes." I say.

"Can I borrow it?"

"No."

He stares at me.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because, I'm using it." I say, turning back around in my seat to face the front.

I hear him sigh.

I tap my pencil eraser on my desk between my fingers, impatiently watching the clock above the board.

The bell finally rings after what seems like forever.

I grab my stuff and I head out of the door.

As I'm walking towards my locker to get my things for my next class, I'm pulled into, what seems like, a closet by my elbow.

I try to scream when someone's large hand goes to clamp over my mouth.

It smells like sage and lemongrass. I bite down on the mystery hand, causing a manly scream from the hand's owner.

I take advantage of the situation, turning around to punch the man in the face.

When I feel my fist about to make contact with the man's nose, his hands go to my waist, pushing me against the wall.

I now realize, from all of the cleaning supplies, that I'm in a janitor's closet. Why is it always the janitor's closet?

I scream again, lifting my knee up, kneeing him in, well, you know where.

Once he doubles over in pain, I push him to the side and I run out of the door.

I find myself running to the bathroom.

I hear the bell ring after about three minutes of sobbing in one of the small stalls.

The bathroom door slowly squeaks open, causing my sobs to turn into small hiccups.

"Tris?"

Four?

Why's he in the girl's bathroom?

"Tris. Come on out. It's only me." He says.

I slowly open the bathroom stall.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks.

I stare at him.

"Okay, that was a stupid question." He says. "What happened?" He adds.

I shake my head. "Someone pulled me into a janitor's closet. They tried to muffle my screams and he pushed me against the wall." I say, letting out a sob.

"I kneed him in the, you know, though." I say, laughing a little bit.

He chuckles. "That's my girl." He says.

My girl? Does that mean that we're a thing now?

"What happened to Samantha?" I ask

"Look, I didn't mean to leave you all alone at that party. She just didn't want to stop dancing. I couldn't tell her no, we turned into pretty good friends." He says.

I nod slowly.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Sage and lemongrass." I whisper.

He gives me a confused look. "What?" He asks.

"He smelt like sage and lemongrass." I say, a little bit louder this time.

He frowns at me, as if knowing that I'm about to break down again.

I put my hands to my face.

"I need your hug." I say.

Almost immediately, he pulls me onto him, wrapping me in his arms.

I wrap my arms around his neck, crying onto his shoulder.

He puts his head in the crook of my neck, tightening his grip on his hug, moving his arms higher, onto my ribs.

"Thank you." I whisper.

He kisses my neck softly. "I'd hug you like this forever if I could." He mumbles against my neck.

"Me too." I whisper with a small smile tugging at my lips.