Divergent High

Part 44

Tobias POV; 5:45 am

I slip out of bed, and put on a pair of mesh shorts on, a black t shirt, and some black Nikes.

Knowing Tris wakes up late, I can just leave without waking her. But just in case she does wake up, I leave her a note.

Tris,
I'm going for a jog on the beach.
Love you.
Tobias.

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest for lying. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to lie, but I do it anyway.

I quickly slip out the door and leave.

I get to the mini store thing and see Scarlett. She's wearing an Adidas zip up, tight fitting stretchy shorts, Adidas shoes.

"Hi!" She says very perky.

"Hey." I reply bluntly.

I'm having second thoughts about this.

"Is something wrong?" She asks with attitude in her voice.

She went zero to one hundred real quick.

"Uh what? No, nothing's wrong. Just a little tired." I say.

"Oh okay, well should we go now?" She asks.

"Yup. You know the way to the gym?" I question.

"Yeah. Follow me." And I do.

As I'm walking behind her, I find it very hard to not look down south. I keep feeling my eyes drift down, and I pick them back up.

She's doing this on purpose you idiot!

"I have a girlfriend!" I blurt out without thinking. She stops and turns around.

"Okay and?" She asks with a I-really-don't-care face.

"Just thought that you should know. That's all."

"Okay, well, we're almost at the gym. Just one more right and boom. We're here."

"Alright well we're going to start with boxing."

"Okay." She says grabbing the gloves.

"No. No gloves." I say.

"No gloves?"

"When you fight at Dauntless, do you wear boxing gloves?"

"No, bu-"

"No buts. Now make a fist."

She makes the worst fist I have ever seen in my life.

"Pretty bad, huh?"

I suck in air through my teeth, "Yeah, that's pretty bad." We both chuckle while I grab her hand to fix her fist.

Christina's POV

I can't believe I ran out of pads. How does that happen. I swear I had a whole bunch of them in my bag, and I had a bunch of tampons too. I made sure of it.

Now I have to pay eighteen dollars for a pack of ten.

WHY ARE THEY SO DAMN EXPENSIVE?!

It's not like I chose the period life. The period life chose me.

I hand the cashier eighteen bucks and walk back to my room.

As I'm walking, I see a really handsome tall guy that looks exactly like Four. I think it is Four, but that's not Tris. Last time I saw Tris, she had dirty blonde hair, and a flat butt, and flat chest.

That most certainly is not Tris. But they're holding hands and laughing.

Oh fuck no.

I'm about to storm in there when a thought occurs to me.