I Can't Hide The Fire Within (Divergent Fanfiction)

I Can't Hide The Fire Within Part 11

Hello! Here's the next chapter. I think that it's a bit of a filler but I hope you still enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.

The next day, I still had the leftovers of the grin stuck on my face. Not even my parents’ glares that morning at breakfast could dampen my mood. I was actually humming to myself as I left the house for the truck to work. I never hum.

I was still humming when Rosie and Ben found me, a few minutes later.

“Somebody’s in a good mood this morning.” Rosie said with a grin as she hopped into the truck I was already sitting in.

“Yeah, I am.” I replied, my grin getting even wider. I decided not to elaborate on why I was so happy, I didn’t want to sound too pathetic and I knew that the truth made me look that way.

“What is it that’s made you so happy then?” Rosie asked curiously.

“I don’t know. I’m just happy today.” I said casually, with a shrug. The lie came easily.

What was I meant to say? Oh, nothing really. It’s just that a dauntless boy walked me home yesterday and now I can’t stop grinning like a freak. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.

I glanced over at Ben, noticing the frown on his face as he looked at me. I think he knew I was lying and I think he knew why as well.

I quickly ducked my head, not wanting to give any more away and also not wanting to fight with Ben again. He was my best friend and I hated arguing with him, but I would defend Dean if he tried having a go at him again. He didn’t even know him and he already decided that he didn’t like him.

Maybe I should get them to meet? Perhaps if Ben met Dean he’d understand that he really didn’t have to worry about him hurting me.

I was shaken from running through possible meeting scenarios between Dean and Ben by the truck roaring to life and starting the long journey to the hospital.

We were about half way through the journey when I spotted them.

The dauntless vehicles.

We often passed them as they drove out to guard the city perimeter, but I’d never really cared or even noticed before. Now I definitely noticed them.

As they approached I found myself sitting up straighter in order to get a better view.

Maybe he was in one of those trucks.

I was practically hanging out of the truck by the time they drove past.

Both our vehicles and theirs slowed down to pass one another, giving me more time to scan the passengers for Dean.

The first truck passed with no sign of him, just the usual rowdy dauntless members. But movement from the second one caught my eye and within seconds I had spotted him. He was mid conversation with two tough looking dauntless guys, but then all of dauntless looked tough. They just had this air about them that screamed ‘don’t mess with me’. Maybe I thought that way because at school I had once heard a rumour that all dauntless children were taught to wield a knife before they were taught to walk. I had never found out if that one was true or not and, in all honesty, I was kind of afraid to ask.