Divergent: After The War

Part Seven

A/N - I'm terribly sorry that I couldn't update sooner. I've been really, really busy and typing this up has literally become impossible. But it's here now anyway! -Becky

P.S this is only short

P.S.S Christina will be a bit freaked out because Xavier turns out the be quite the weirdo

P.S.S.S Sorry if this doesn't make sense much :/

Xavier's POV

Christina's grinning at me, her perfect teeth showing. Everything about her is perfect. Her smile, her hair, her eyes. I've had a massive crush on her ever since she'd came to Dauntless. I mean, I'd probably saw her in school. as she was the year below me, but I never really payed any attention to Candor. They all bored me, to be honest. The truth truly is a terrible thing most of the time.

I can't believe I just kissed her. I can't breath. Honestly I can't breath. She takes my breath away. I know it's cliche but she does. She only just found out that I like her, but she likes me too. She does. I'm never going to hurt her, ever. Nope, never. She's mine, nobody else can have her. Nobody.

Christina's POV

That night with Xav, it was the best night I've had in a long while. I'd noticed him around the compound, and fair enough I'd seen him looking at me a lot. Most of the time I just assumed that I had something on my face, like a bit of hamburger or some icing from a chocolate cake. But other times, I just found it a bit...creepy. The way he stared at me, everytime he just saw me. I still don't get it. Only now it's worse, much much worse. He can't stop looking at me. He never does. I just don't get it...

"Chrissy!" I hear him shout. A cold shiver runs down my spine. That night, yes I liked him. That night I thought he was...normal. He's starting to scare me. The way he just creeps up to me and knocks on my apartment door so early in the morning. I feel like he's constantly watching me.

"Xavier, hi," I reply, trying to force a smile. He walks up to me, his eyebrows narrowed. He's sussed me. I can't lie and it hurts.

"What's wrong?"

I can't talk to him. I can't speak, he's so close to me and I can't speak out of fear.

"N-nothing," I stutter out finally, gulping. He puts a hand on my arm. My heart is telling me That's a gesture of love. He likes you a lot. But then his grip tightens, and I can barely move my arm. No! My brain pleads, desperate. No, he's trouble!

"Don't lie to me!" He growls, his eyes focusing right on mine and not moving. I try to move but he notices, grabbing my other arm and squeezing them both with intense force.

I can't take this. I must force it upon myself, I must. I have to fake it if I don't. He has to pay.

That's when I black out.