Strength

Chapter Twelve: Change of Heart

Peter's POV

Wandering the halls late at night was definitely the last thing I had on my mind but I decided I should just to make sure no one is snooping around when they shouldn't be.

I look at the watch on my wrist and see 3:00am. Dear god Peter why aren't you tired? I run and hand through my hair and my mind slips to Ash. My mind always manages to slip to her I don't know what it is, I should despise her not feel bad for her.

But then again she's done nothing. I'm the one who turned her in. But she's different that's her fault right? The fact her brain works differently and can practical cheat any of the serums tests! Then again....it wasn't her choice. I never actually knew why Jeanine wanted to her. Like I know all Divergents should be killed blah blah blah but why isn't Ash dead yet? And how come she isn't resistant to the fears she's being induced of.

A loud ear piercing scream snaps me out of my daze and my feet take off in a sprint towards the sound. You idiot! Go the other way!

My feet keep carrying me towards where the sound came from. It doesn't take long for me to reach the door and open it quickly.

There she sat sitting up in bed hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

"Peter?"

I stiffen. Why did I come in here in the first place. What do I say? Well say something you nitwit!

I rub the back of my neck where I can feel the beads of sweat running down it. "I um...I....I heard you scream and I came here and...." I trail off not wanting to finish. I can feel the sweat form on my back as soon as her eyes look at mine.

I don't look back I keep my eyes trained of the cold cement floor. I don't want her to read my eyes and figure out all my emotions.

"Why would you care if I screamed?" She scoffs adjusting her blankets.

Same attitude as always...fantastic...

"It is my job." I say as my only comeback I could think of. I'd give myself a pat on the back for that.

"If it's your job to make sure I'm okay you would've gotten me out of this hell when you first brought your sorry ass here." She snarls at me. I admit that hurt for some reason. A pain in my chest aches and I don't like it.

"Are you okay?" I ask completely avoiding the topic of me turning her in. God why did I even do that I am an ass.

She looks down at her small hands in her lap and shakes her head sighing. "I don't understand why you care." She grumbles. That pain hits my chest again, I walk over and stand beside her bedside. Hesitantly I tuck her hair behind her ear and sit on the edge of her bed facing her.

She looks up at me with her blue eyes that never fail to make me happy in some way. They really are a pretty blue color. I feel my heart pounding and my stomach tingle but that tingle runs all over my body, along my arms and legs, from my fingers to my toes.

Something inside me ticks almost like a lever changing who I am and how I act. I feel the need to be better to her.

"You really are beautiful." I say the words falling from my mouth. She looks down the corner of her mouth turned upward into a small half smile.

Then I do what I didn't ever think of. I lean in and kiss her. I expect her to smack me or pull away but she doesn't...she kisses me back...and I smile for once.