Abvergent

Chapter 12

I hold onto Jared's hand and walk out of the medical room. "Jared you may be annoying and stubborn as hell but I knew you weren't going to let Raven throw away her memories," I hear Peter say to Jared, and they both laugh. "Have I ever told you what an asshole you are?" Jared asks sarcastically.

Peter smiles and I look at him, "You two somehow always come back to each other," he says, "I feel bad for you Jared, the way things are going you might just be stuck with her." I smile at him. "What a tragedy," I laugh, and Peter puts a hand on my shoulder then walks away.

Jared and I walk downstairs and General Ari is there. "Get ready children," she says, "we leave for Florida tomorrow." We look at each other, not knowing how to react. "We will have stylists come in to prepare you before we board the plane tomorrow," she adds. "Why?" Jared and I ask simultaneously, "Let's just say the people in Orlando are big into grand entrances," General Ari answers.

Weston glances over at me, "Oh, I'd also like to introduce you both to my son," General Ari says. She motions for Weston to come our way, "This is Weston," she says. He extends his hand to Jared and smiles at me. "You've already met Raven?" General Ari asks, "Yes, I'm glad to say I've had the pleasure of meeting her," Weston answers. Jared rolls his eyes at him.

My mom walks up to us, "Raven, there's someone on the phone who wants to speak to you," she says. She hands me the phone, "Hello?" I ask, "Hey Raven!" I hear a girl on the other line say, "Kendall, hi!" I say. We talk for a few minutes and then she hangs up. Jared and I go back upstairs, "I'm starting to miss my friends back in Chicago," I say.

"Don't worry you'll see them again soon," he says and I half smile. After we defeated the bureau Kendall and I got close and I started forming a small group of friends, something that I've never had. Jared and I hug and go into our separate rooms. Seconds later I hear a knock on the door, "Come in," I say. Weston enters.

"Why didn't you tell me you're General Ari's son," I ask. "I didn't think it was important," he answers, "why? Would you have treated me differently?" I look him in the eyes, "No, why would I?" I say. He shrugs his shoulders, "Well my mom wanted me to ask if your blood pressure would be jeopardized by being in front of a lot of people and cameras," he says.

I shake my head, "I'll be fine," I tell him. He smiles and leaves, and I sit on my bed and lean against the headboard. It's crazy to think that we're so close to uniting and fixing our broken governments.