Resurgent: A Divergent Fanfiction

Chapter 22

Tris POV

I stay the night with Tobias. First off his bed is bigger... And it was getting late anyway.

Who knows how long we kissed, I last remember my hand against his steady breathing chest.

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I wake up in the morning. I try to budge with no help in Four's tight grip. Well he must have really improved and carried his strength to sleeping. Unlike before when I could even sometimes escape at midnight to leave and in his words, "Go kill myself."

No surprise now why I can't even budge. Not that that's a bad thing.

I strain to look at the clock. Dang it's only 5. Four wakes up at 5:30. On average.

I gently pry his hands away. Just. As they are about off, he suddenly awakens.

Playfully, he wraps them even tighter and it's pretty insuffocating.

"Trying to leave or something?" He smirks at my position, and gently loosens.

"Well that wasn't my intention." I say.

Tobias has become quite the light sleeper. Like he's already 25% conscious when he's sorta not.

"I wonder how Andrew and Carlos are?" I murmur.

"Brainwashed." He says without much expression

"Well yea other than that."

He chuckles, "They should be awake today. We will probably see them at breakfast."

"Well that should be pleasant." I say.

"Yeah. Nothing better than a brainwashed initiate semifriend." He says

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We sit together at breakfast. Andrew comes in followed by Carlos. They sit across from us, yawning.

"You sleep alright?" Four asks.

"Yeah. For some reason I felt like I've missed out on something huge, or I've been asleep for forever... One of the two." Carlos yawns.

Wow. They don't remember anything.

"What's the last thing you recall doing?" I ask.

"Umm passing initiation and zip lining with you." Carlos mutters. "Wasn't that yesterday."

"Yep sure was." I say suppressing my smile. I gotta hand it to Erudite on this one.

We finish eating and I walk out down the hall. Uriah is standing against the wall, twiddling his thumbs like he's waiting for someone.

"Hey Tris, can we talk?" He asks.

"Uhh...Yea what's up" I glance at my watch real quick.

"I want to apologize for opening my mouth and spilling your secrets to everybody during that party night... And the day after." He said, "It wasn't any of my business and I hope you don't hate me that bad..."

It is a little sensitive, touchy topic, and I feel a pang of anger, but force it down.

"It's fine." I whisper.

"If there's anyway I can make it up again t-"

I interrupt him, "You helped Four get them reset. I think that was your intention in the first place."

"Yeah but I still feel guilty." He whispers.

And I still feel anger. As much as it trust my friends, I feel like they've dug into my soul and read all my diary entries or discovered all my deepest secrets. It's a situational anger that won't exactly go away, and won't necessarily mend either.