Divergent: After The War

Part FOUR. <-- Yup. FOUR!

A/N-Hey! Sorry that this took a while! So in this part, both Christina and Four relive the night of their argument. This story's gunna have a lot of flashbacks to make it interesting. For example - something with a cliffhanger happens, and someone recalls that night! LAST PART ---> NEXT PART:CALEB GOT SHOT OEER!! I WONDER IF HE RECOVERS!! Ahaa, well I'll update as often as I finish parts, and this one may be short cause it's typed on my phone! NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER! Kay I'll shurrup so you can read, but gi' us a follow eh? X -becky

P.s. **** it looked longer on my phone memopad. Sorry about that. :/

P.s.s there may be spelling/grammar mistakes. If spotted, message me so I can edit it?

P.S.S.S Four's up to something naughty........

Christina's POV

That night, I barely slept. I tossed and turned, awoken every thirty minutes by torturous nightmares of me and Will. They'd all started the same; an innocent stroll along the Pit, with kisses and laughs and everything felt real. Until every time, Will would say "That's my girl, tough as cotton balls. But are you, really?" Then he'd die, somehow different every time. Once he jumped over the edge of the Chasm, just like Al. Thinking about Al brought tears to my eyes. Another time, he turned a gun on himself, then in a different one he just died: stood there, fell and died. There was a knock on the door, not long after I'd finished crying. "Christina?" A familiar voice called. It wasn't Tris, Four or Uriah, nor was it any of the initiates I had met. I smoothed down my dress, wiped my cheeks, and walked up to the door, edging it open slightly. Stood before me was Xavier, a tall, tanned boy with ink black hair. I'd seen him and talked to him quite often in the Pit, and there was no denying that he was attractive. "Hi," he said, smiling at me with wide chocolate brown eyes and perfect white teeth. I couldn't help smiling back. I opened the door and let him in, and he strolled up to my bed and sat down. "I saw you run back here earlier. I"m not even sure why... But I was so worried about you." He smiled again, and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. A pleasant shiver ran through me. I liked Xavier, I suddenly realised. I liked him a lot. I looked at him, his face completely serious, all except the sly tint of a smile. "Thanks, Xavier. I-I mean, for actually caring about me." His lips parted slightly, and all I wanted to do was kiss him, and keep kissing him. Instead of speaking again, he took my hand, brought me to the train tracks and helped my to jump on a fast approaching train. When we were on the train, he looked up at me and smiled. "Why did you bring me to the train?" I asked, smirking at him. He pointed outside to a large spot of greenery in the distance. "There's a park over there that not many people know about. I mean, it's primarily Amity-concerned but it's a nice spot. And I was bored, to be honest." Soon we were jumping off of the train and onto sheer emerald grass. "So, um, what are we doing here?" I asked. Xavier simply looked at me with a sly grin, before running at me and throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed, hitting him on the back repeatedly. "XAV!" I shouted, laughing at the same time. "Put me down!" He just ran faster, despite my desperate - yet barely serious - protests. In the corner of my eye, I saw a pond, which was most likely where he was running to. "Xavier stop, please!" I cried, no more humour in my voice. "XAV, I CAN'T SWIM!" I shouted, then cringing at my revelation. Suddenly he stopped and put me back on my feet, looking at me with upset eyes. "I'm so sorry, Christina." He said, hugging me. I shook my head; there was no apology needed. "Don't apologise, Xav. You weren't to know," I said, hugging him back. He looked terribly warm, something that was probably my fault. "Since you brought me here, Xav, I'll jump in as long as you do too." I said. After the previous events of that day, I didn't want to hurt anyone else. "You sure?" He said, sliding his hand into mine. In the twilight I recognised how beautiful he was, both inside and out. Boys weren't supposed to be beautiful, as such, but he was. I nodded, and we both turned towards the pond. "On three," he whispered. "One," I drew a deep breath. "Two," I felt my whole body tense as I pushed down on my legs. "Three!" Xav and I both jumped into the air, landing in the cold water of the pond. I went under, and had a sudden feeling of drowning. My lungs burned and I'd only been under a matter of seconds. I'm going to die, I thought. I'm going to die in such a irresponsible way. Thankfully, two strong, muscled arms pulled me up. I choked on the water, but fortunately my lungs had sucked in another deep breath of oxygen. "Are you okay?" Xav asked, his jet black hair plastered across his tanned forehead. I nodded yes. "Good. It's cold in here. Are you cold?" he asked, sheer unaltered care plastered on his face. I nodded yes, again. He dragged me gently to the edge, slid an arm under my legs (so that I was in the position you would often see in movies as the hero carried out the hopeless maiden), and lifted me onto the damp and grassy bank. Xav then clambered up beside me, and we both collapsed, breathless, onto our backs. He reached for my hand, intwining his fingers with mine. "Look at the stars," I said, pointing with my spare hand. "They're so beautiful." Xavier muttered something under his breath that I didn't hear. "What?" I said, turning my head in his direction to see him already looking at me. His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but he reconsidered and closed it again. Eventually, he spoke. "I said...I-I said, did anyone ever tell you that the stars were magical?" He looked at me with his beautiful, entising eyes. I giggled a bit, staring at him; I couldn't stop. "So, there's like a wizard sat on them or something?" He simply laughed and squeezed my hand. We talked for a while, no specific conversation going. I turned onto my side, as did Xav. I bit my lip, looking into his eyes and then down at the grass. "You have pretty eyes," I said, thinking he didn't hear it. He replied moments later, smiling even though I wasn't looking at him. I could tell by the way he spoke when he said something that shocked me. "I think I'm falling in love with yours," he said. I gave a little gasp, and slowly looked up. His dark eyes bore into me for a second, until he leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back, then pulled away, smiling. I didn't want to, but I needed to breathe, as did he. We were both grinning at eachother, and I squeezed his hand. I guess it is possible. I suppose true love can come twice.

POV de Tobias

Tris' head graces my shoulder. She deserves so much better than me, someone so low that they'll fight with their girlfriend's best friend. "I'm sorry, Tobias." She says. I don't quite get the rest of it. I am too busy feeling guilty. When she finishes, I say, "I know, Tris." rocking her. "It's going to be okay I promise you," I continue. "I'll sort things out with my mom, I'll stay away from Marcus, and I'll get you your family back. Caleb and everyone you wanted to keep safe. Trust me. At least Robert's been 'dealt with'." She tilts her head up to this and our lips meet. I drop my head on top of hers, when she's done kissing me of course. "I love you, Tris." I whisper. I knew she replied the same, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about another girl. It killed me, but I was.

That's what I remember happening. Tris had gone back to my room since she needed to sleep, yet I'd gone to the Chasm. She asked me to meet her, okay? I didn't want to. I didn't mean to. I didn't need to. But some part of me, some stupid part of me told me to. So I stood there, hand sliding along the dripping bar as I paced back and forth, back and forth. Eventually she came, wearing a pair of tight fitting leather trousers with a vest and leather jacket, her long light brown hair swinging by her side. She wore it in a plait on the left side of her head, as per usual. "Four," she muttered, looking me up and down. Her tall heeled boots clicked as she walked towards me. "I knew you'd come. It was inevitable." She ran a cold hand down my arm and I shivered. I didn't shiver because she was cold, I shivered because just the sight of her made me feel guilty. I knew I shouldn't do this to Tris, but something about this other girl made me long for something more than Tris could give me. Tris loved me more than anybody else, and I her, but she couldn't cope with this lifestyle. It was too complicated and she couldn't keep up. If she didn't keep up then I couldn't be with her. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to leave her, at all actually, and it kills me to say but... No forget it, I'm droning on a bit. "Georgia. Hi," I said, scratching the back of my neck with my free hand. Then, all of a sudden, my hand caught her arm and pulled her closer. My brain certainly didn't tell it to. I didn't intend to do anything of the sort. She leaned in close, then grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me behind her. She turned around as she walked, smiling at me. "You can say hello in a much...closer way." There was a twinkle in her eye. STOP! My brain screamed. But no, my feet were disobeying me. I was almost running. She was laughing at my sudden burst of eagerness. Crap. I thought. This was certainly not what I intended to do.  Another part of my brain considered. Oh well. I wanted to punch myself just for thinking that. But by then, we were outside her room.