Being Different-A Divergent High Fanfic

Chapter 4

I walk in the park, kicking rocks along my way. I see people jogging every now and then, but it seems to be very quiet from what I hear.

While I look down at the rock, I bump into someone making me lose my focus.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," I apologize. I look down and see fallen papers, "Oh! Let me help you."

"No it's okay." The guy says. I start to recognize as one as the guys who stayed in my dorm room last night. Only if I was good with names.

"Zeke?" I ask.

"Four."

"Oh sorry, I'm horrible with names." I apologize.

"It's okay." He says, "If you want an easier way to remember... Um... I act like a Four year old and Zeke acts like a two year old."

"Noted"

He chuckles at my comment.

"Where are you heading?" He asks me.

"Nowhere, specifically." I answer, "Why?"

"I was thinking if you would want to come with me to Sharpies and get a burger or something."

"Sure."

Four and I walk through the park and I realize that I'm still holding one of his papers. I'll just give it to him once we're inside.

"Where do you come from?" Four asks, keeping me out of my daze.

"Hadn't Christina told you?" I answer with a question.

"I know. I just want to hear it from you."

"Okay?" I say, "Pasadena, California. Don't think you can stalk me now."

He laughs, "Sorry, I meant like what's your backstory for coming here?"

"Tell me yours."

"I asked first."

"But I didn't answer."

We stare at each other intently while smiling. After a few endless moments, we both start laughing hysterically.

Now we both realize it's too late to answer each other's questions.

Our eye contact that I didn't notice at first starts to fade away but our foolish grins seems to stay. I look to the ground, not knowing where to go, and instead letting Four lead the way.

"Where were you going?" I ask.

"Hm?" He questions, "Oh! I was going to the library to email one of my teachers about something."

"You don't have a computer?" Once I said it, I wish I can take back the judgement away. I don't want him to feel bad. Feel bad about what? I try to make myself feel better. I guess I'm just being paranoid.

"I do." He stutters, "It's just that Zeke and I are having a ridiculous prank war, and I think he hid my laptop somewhere."

"You are always free to come to my room if you need anything." I offer. Then comes another moment of silence.

"So I heard you like the cake at Sharpies." I say, making the conversation become more interesting.

"Yea." He says, scratching the back of his neck, "But the group tries to be a little obnoxious and like to think I have an obsession with it."

After a couple minutes of more talking and walking, Four says, "Well, take a look. We're here already."

He opens the door for me.