Divergent No war... Yet.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Tris' POV

What's wrong with me?

Why did I kiss him? I have never felt this way before, it was as if I was on fire. Since what They did to me I have not been so trusting with anyone but my friends, and Four just comes and makes it so easy to be with him.

It's been three days since I kiss him and seeing him everyday is not helping the cause.

I can't fall for him, he deserves better, way better than a girl like me.

I need to keep my mind off him so I exit my apartment and go to the place where I know I won't focus on him.

I go down to the pit, to the area surrounded by people, mainly men, chanting and betting on an oponent. The fighting ring.

- Hey! Six is here! - Someone yells. Everybody stops what they're doing a look at me in silence and fear. Most leaders would warn them or stop them because it's irrational fighting, but not me, at least, not today.

- Who wants to fight me? -I ask with a flirty smile on my face.

I feel disgusted with myself. This make up, this slutty clothes I wear, this reckless stunts, reckless beheavior. It's not me. It can't be me. These tattoos, all of these piercings, they are just a fake mask I put on. They can't see my abnegation and erudite side. I am six, a leader, I need to be dauntless...but I can't, I know I can't. But I can pretend.

- Me - A deep voice says. A guy, taller than me (that's not hard, I am not really tall) maybe two heads taller (AN: sorry, I don't how you measure system works so Imma use mine), 2 meters I think. I can see his muscles contract and they are huge, piercings all over his face.

I smile, a dangerous smile.

- bring it on.

I enter the rink and put my hands up, one covering my face and the other my stomach. I study and try to find a weakness I can use. He is huge so I cannot go forward, I'll have to sidestep him and wait for a chance to hit his troath, I'll have to attack first and fast. He must be slow but powerful, so I'll have to avoid every kick or punch.

- Begin - Someone yells. I dash forward and use my elbow to hit his troath. He stumbles backw and I use this to my advantage and sweep him off his feet. He falls with a thud but his muscular hand grabs my right foot, making me fall on my back. He stradles me and goes for punch to my head but I move in the last second.

I free one of my legs and use all of my strenght to kick him off me. He falls and I stand up as he does the same. He charges towards me and I side step him.

I urgently look for a weakness, scanning his body but never leaving my guard down. He puts so much power behind a punch that he is unstable afterwards so I will use that, also, piercings are a disadvantage, if I hit one, it will hurt twice. I was smart and took mines off before the fight started.

He charges towards and I side step him, he stumbles forward but regains balance faster than I predicted. I lose focus for a moment and he kicks me, hard, on the side, almos breaking my ribs. I cough and he lands a blow right where he kicked me.

He is close now and I throw him and uppercut right to his nose piercing. He yells in pain and I spin, landing a quick but powerful kick on his jaw, knocking him out.

A guy runs towards me, takes my arm and raises to the air. This sends pain through my ribs but I ignore it.

- The winner, Six! - he yells and the crowd goes crazy. I smile, even though I feel bad for knocking the guy out, but I push it aside and try to enjoy my victory.

But those blue eyes still haunt me. I shake my head and walk back to my apartment. My side hurts a lot, I can barely breathe, maybe this was a bad idea.

I go to the kitchen and take out an ice package from the freezer. I sit on the couch and lift my shirt up to reveal a big bruise, turning purple and blue. I touch it and hiss in pain.

I lay down with the package on my ribs and think about the ways I could have avoided that kick. I am good at fighting. I sucked in initiation but after Peter, Drew and...Al attacked me, I trained everyday to become the best.

And it payed off. A small part of me feels bad for beating another person, but I can't afford to care, not anymore.

I am weak, but I can't allow the others to know. I am broken, but they can't know, they won't fix me, they will just get rid of me, because that's what everybody do. If it's broken they are too lazy to fix it so they just throw it away.

And I won't let that happen, even if I have to live with this secret for the rest of my life.

A flash of blue eyes crosses my mind and I unwillingly smile.

Maybe I won't have to hide for the rest of my life.

With that thought I fall asleep.

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So my darlings, what do you think?

I am so busy right now! it's finals week amd I am not ready! also I am in a french course, german course and also english! agghhh I have no time! but don't worry I'll try to update twice a week!