Resurgent: A Divergent Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Tris POV

I eventually walk back into my own dormitory, and fall asleep as my head hits the pillow.

I dream of myself hanging on the railing again. And before I know it, my alarm sounds and I get up.

As I walk over to the Pit, I see Andrew. His face is bruised and he winces as he chews his muffin, but I smile at him. Hopefully he won't get cut.

I walk to the training room and see Jacob writing out the names again.

Alec vs Carlos

Arianna vs Andrew

Jack vs Uriah

Wilson vs Maddie

Tris-

I stand against the wall temporarily. Uriah stands by me.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Fine" I say quietly as Alec beats Carlos unconscious.

"You should have punched me unconscious." He said quietly.

"No I shouldn't, that's not necessary." I reply.

Arianna and Andrew step into the arena.

Andrew and Arianna are both unaggressive. They throw weak punches.

"Thank you Tris." He says.

"It's nothing." I reply. "Do me a favor? Kick Jack's ass for me."

He smiles, "No prob."

Finally, Andrew punches Arianna in the nose. She falls and is too dizzy to get up.

Four picks her up and takes her to the infirmary.

Andrew comes to stand by me.

"Good job." I say quietly.

He looks guilty, "Thanks"

Andrew reminds me of Al. A lot. His honesty, his body size, and his attitude. I tense as I think of Al though. What he did to me and what he did to himself.

I look up and see Uriah give a devastating blow to Jack's nose.

There is a sickening crack and soon enough, Uriah has punched Jack unconscious.

Jacob heaves him out this time. His body is already swollen, and bruises are forming.

He stands by me, "That good enough?"

"Good job." I smile smally and he grins.

After Wilson beat Maddie, we get up to eat lunch.

By the time I get to the Pit there are hardly any seats left. I find a seat across from Tobias. He doesn't notice me.

Maddie sits next to him, a flirtatious smile on her face. I stifle a laugh. The bruise on her nose makes her look like a clown.

"You are such a wonderful instructor Four." She whispers and places a hand on his shoulder.

I think I am going to vomit, so I focus on my food

He drinks his cup, "What makes you think you can talk to me?" He looks at her, unamused. I smirk. That's the exact phrase he said to me a few years ago.

"Why can't I? I like you Four" Her voice chokes on her food and she coughs with embarrassment.

He looks up and we meet eyes. I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. He smirks at her, "Cause I can't show hatred for the initiates, or else I'll be unfair wouldn't I?"