Divergent

Chapter 13

I wake up with fours muscly arms wrapped around me. His face is nuzzled into my neck and his small snores fan agains my shoulder. I sigh in content and he pulls me closer to his chest as he sleeps. I look up at him and smile tiredly. My fingers trace the muscles on his arms and he stirs awake.

"It's rude to watch people sleep." he mumbles with a smile.

"I guess I'm a rude person then." I smirk. I stop tracing his arm and he pouts.

"That's felt good." he admits with a sigh.
"We should get up." I state with my bottom lip out in a pout. He chuckles and I peck his lips.

"Cmon. Two more days." he says and lifts me up. He sets me down on the floor and I sigh.
"I'll meet you there." he promises and I nod.

"Okay," I agree and he leaves my apartment. I sigh and lock the door before going in my closet. I change into a pair of black leggings, a pair of combat boots, and a black tank top. I go to the cafeteria and get a water bottle, then go to the training room. Fours setting up the equipment like usual and sends me a smile. I smile back and get to work.
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*The Next Day*

Chris wraps her arms around me and tightly hugs me. Eventually Will, Uriah, and Marlene are hugging me too. I laugh and hug back.

"Guys? I'm kind of loosing oxygen." I tease. They let go and i raise my eyebrows.

"Why is everyone being all mushy?" I question suspiciously.

"The people that are getting accepted as agents will be announced in a few hours. We may never see each other again." Chris pouts.

"I'm pretty sure we all made it." I state.

"That's easy for you to say. You worked your ass off." Uriah chuckles and pats my head. I glare up at him and he smirks.

"Everyone did." i argue.

"Eh, not as much as you." Will states and bumps our shoulders together. I smile and continue eating my cake.

"That's not true." i deny. Everyone rolls their eyes and Uriah sticks his fork into my cake he takes a bite and I glare at him.

"Don't mess with a girl and her cake." i growl. He smirks and pops a piece into his mouth. An arm wraps around my waist before I can throw myself at Uriah. By the circles getting drawn in my side I know it's four. He lets go once I stop fighting him and Chris raises her eyebrows at me.

"What?" I mouth towards her.
"I saw that." she mouths back.
"Saw what?"
"His arm.
"He doesn't want fights breaking out."
"Sure." I blush and continue eating. I throw Uriah's fork at him and he catches it with a smirk.

"Fine I'll go get my own since you don't like sharing." he states and stands up.

"Meet me in my room in fifteen?" Four asks under his breath so no one hears.

"Mhm." I murmur and he stands up. He quickly leaves the cafeteria and Chris takes his spot.

"What was that about?" She questions.
"What was what about?" I ask, playing dumb.

"He wrapped his arm around you. And you guys have those hearty eyes when you look at each other. You might as well be emojis." she replies and playfully slap her arm.

"We do not. He's the trainer, and two years older than me." I accuse. Then it hits me. He's two years older than me. Would my parents approve?

"I have to go shower." I say and stand up. I throw my trey out then go to my room. I take a five minute shower then change into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. I put a pair of fuzzy socks on then trail down the hallway.

When I get to fours door I hesitantly knock on it. He opens the door with a wide grin, causing my nervousness to go away.

"Come in." he says and allows me to enter.

"Why did you want to see me?" I ask and he raises his eyebrows.

"To discuss what we are. Also I found some leads on your brother." he replies

"Oh." I whisper dumbly. He chuckles and leads me to his couch. We sit down and our shoulders gently brush against each other as he opens his laptop.

"What did you find?" I ask.

"Your brother was spotted in Florida." he replies and pulls video footage up. My heart speeds up and he pauses the video.

"Right there." he says and points to Caleb. He look happy... He's dancing in a crowd of people, a drink in hand and girls surrounding him.

"H-he doesn't look like he witnessed a murder. Why is he in Florida?" I stutter.

"The real question is why is he with one of the FBI's most wanted criminals?" Four whisper softly.