Best Divergent Quotes

You Look Good

I see Four standing by the chasm, a group of people around him. He laughs so hard he has to grab the railing for balance. Judging by the bottle in his hand and the brightness of his face, he's intoxicated, or on his way there. I had begun to think of Four as rigid, like a soldier, and forgot that he's also eighteen.
"Uh-oh," says Will. "Instructor alert."
"At least it's not Eric," I say. "He'd probably make us play chicken or something."
"Sure, but Four is scary. Remember when he put the gun up to Peter's head? I think Peter wet himself."
"Peter deserved it," I say firmly.
Will doesn't argue with me. He might have, a few weeks ago, but now we've all seen what Peter is capable of.
"Tris!" Four calls out. Will and I exchange a look, half surprise and half apprehension. Four pulls away from the railing and walks up to me. Ahead of us, Al and Christina stop running, and Christina slides to the ground. I don't blame them for staring. There are four of us, and Four is only talking to me.
"You look different." His words, normally crisp, are now sluggish.
"So do you," I say. And he does- he looks more relaxed, younger. "What are you doing?"
"Flirting with death," he replies with a laugh. "Drinking near the chasm. Probably not a good idea."
"No, it isn't." I'm not sure I like Four this way. There's something unsettling about it.
"Didn't know you had a tattoo," he says, looking at my collarbone.
He sips the bottle. His breath smells thick and sharp. Like the factionless man's breath.
"Right. The crows," he says. He glances over his shoulder at his friends, who are carrying on without him, unlike mine. He adds, "I'd ask you to hang out with us, but you're not supposed to see me this way."
I am tempted to ask him why he wants me to hang out with him, but I suspect the answer has something to do with the bottle in his hand.
"What way?" I ask. "Drunk?"
"Yeah... well, no." His voice softens. "Real, I guess."
"I'll pretend I didn't."
"Nice of you." He puts his lips next to my ear and says, "You look good, Tris."
His words surprise me, and my heart leaps. I wish it didn't, because judging by the way his eyes slide over mine, he has no idea what he's saying. I laugh. "Do me a favor and stay away from the chasm, okay?"
"Of course." He winks at me.
I can't help it. I smile. Will clears his throat, but I don't want to turn away from Four, even when he walks back to his friends.
Then Al rushes at me like a boulder and throws me over his shoulder. I shriek, my face hot.
"Come on, little girl," he says, "I'm taking you to dinner."
I rest my elbows on Al's back and wave at Four as he carries me away.
"I thought I would rescue you," Al says as we walk away. He sets me down. "What was that all about?"
He is trying to sound lighthearted, but he asks the question almost sadly. He still cares too much about me.
"Yeah, I think we'd all like to know the answer to that question," says Christina in a singsong voice.  "What did he say to you?"
"Nothing." I shake my head. "He was drunk. He didn't even know what he was saying." I clear my throat. "That's why I was grinning. It's... funny to see him that way."
"Right," says Will. "Couldn't possibly be because-"
I elbow Will hard in the ribs before he can finish his sentence. He was close enough to hear what Four said to me about looking good. I don't need him telling everyone about it, especially not Al. I don't want to make him feel worse.
At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.
I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people talking all at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

if I was tris I probably would've been like, "no, four, you look good, you little hottie."

-Lanie✌🏼️😘