Divergent

Chapter 38

My eyes slowly open and four kisses my nose. He continues to tie up his shoes and I sit up. He's already dressed in a pair of kaki shorts and a tight fitting black tshirt. He catches me staring and chuckles.

"I'm gonna to go get the car ready. You should start getting ready. The airport is about an hour drive." He says with amused eyes.

"Okay, I'll be ready in ten minutes." I reply and stand up. I rush to the closet and quickly change into a new pair of leggings and a tank top, my usual outfit.

After quickly lacing up my combat boots, I leave the apartment. I make sure to lock up before I leave. My legs carry me to the garage and my eyes meet Chris's. She jobs across the lot and pulls me into a tight hug.

"I've talked to everyone. No one judges you for not telling us about your parents." She promises and I smile.

"Thanks." I reply.

"No problem. Fours over there." She states and points to the right. His body is stiff and he's packing the trunk of our car with our bags.

"I'll see you later." I say and walk over to him. I gently rub his back and he relaxes.

"Hey." I whisper.
"Hey." He repeats and turns around to press a kiss to my lips. I kiss back then pull away. His hands trail to my waist and he puts a holster on my side. After sliding a gun into it, he closes the trunk and smiles.

"Okay. Let's get to Los Angeles." He murmurs and opens the passenger side door for me. I thank him and slide into the seat. He closes the door then gets in the drivers seat. We soon start driving and he links our hands together.

"No ones going to get hurt right?" I softly ask.

"I hope not... We don't think erudite will fight back. They aren't trained in the psychical department. More the mental." He replies and relief floods my bad thoughts. If anyone got hurt because of me, I wouldn't be able to handle it.
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*Five Hours Later*

The plane screeches to a stop and everyone starts to wake up. Fours head is leaning against my shoulder and his arms are securely wrapped around my waist.

I made him go to sleep when I noticed how terrified he really was of flying. His hands were shaking and his face was turning red.

"Four, wake up. We're here." I whisper in his ear. His eyes slowly open and I press a kiss to the side of his mouth. The engines on the plane turn off and he slowly loosens his grip on me.

"Passengers can start un-boarding." One of the flight attendants says over the loud speaker. Four immediately stands up and I follow his lead. He gets our bags down from the overhead, then leads me through the tunnels and off of the plane.

"Thank god." He sighs in relief. I giggle and he wraps our hands together once again.

"Let's get to this hotel." He sighs.
"Shouldn't we wait for everyone else?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, they'll be fine. We all have separate cars. I talked to Myra, she said we could go explore, as long as we're well rested for tomorrow." He replies. A smile forms on my face and I nod.

We start to go through security and our guns immediately catch their attention. One officer harshly grabs on to my arm and I know I'm going to have a bruise there later. Two of the other cops trie to grab four.

"Hey, let go of her this instant. She can take you down quicker than you can pull your gun." Four growls. He pulls his badge out and holds it up for the cops to see. Their eyes widen slightly and the cops grip loosens on my arm.

"Thanks for catching unwanted attention, arseholes." I huff and rub my arm. Four pulls me back to his side and wraps an arm around my waist.

"About two hundred more cops are going to be exiting that plane. I suggest you don't bring any more attention to us than you already have." Four quietly spats at the cops. People standing by give us weird looks, some even look scared.

"My apologies." The cop replies and four begins ushering me towards the doors.

Cabs are everywhere, along with a few limos. People are loading their luggages into their cars and even more people are honking, trying to get a parking spot.

"I hate big crowds." Four grumbles as he scans the cars.

"Me too.... What type of rental do we have?" I ask. Four takes a piece of paper out of his pocket, along with a set of keys and he silently read it.

Before I can process what's happening, he's dragging me through the crowds of people. His eyes are lit up like a little kid on Christmas, and a goofy smile is on his face. He stops in front of a car and I raise my eyebrows.

"You're happy?" I uncertainly ask.
"This is a Ford Shelby GT500. My dream car." He says with a dreamy look in his eyes. I giggle and take his bag from him. I put them in the trunk and when I come back around the car, he's still staring at it.

"Don't you want to drive it?" I tease. His eyes widen slightly and he immediately rushes me into the passenger seat.

"Myra is like an angel." He mumbles to himself as he fumbles with starting the car. A laugh escapes my mouth and he finally gets the key in the ignition. The car roars to life and then were flying on to the highway, at a speed that's way past illegal.