Lost + found: sequel to We Are One (divergent fanfic)

Chapter 9-Out For The Day

I'm an idiot.

It's been a few weeks since I've started at my new high school. I'm with my first ever foster family and to be honest their assholes. Not the most welcoming. Especially since I'm fresh out of Juevey. A few kids at my school heard rumours about it. A few trouble makers. It's the end of school and I walk out and try to pass them without being seen.
"Hey Tris." One says and grabs my bag to pull me back.
"Hey... Guys..." I say and look down.
"We're all having some fun tonight." Another says. "wanna come?" They all look at me expectantly. I shake my head.
"I don't really-" I say.
"Come on! It'll be fun." She remarks. They all share the same look and the pressure starts to mount up. I let out a sigh.
"Fine." I mutter. They start to cheer and drag me along down the street.

It starts to get darker and darker.
"I should be going." I say and start to turn around to find  my way back to the house. A boy grabs my arm.
"Oh come on the funs only starting!" His days. The whites of his eyes flaring up in the light. We walk a few blocks around the streets before we come back to the school. I raise an eyebrow as I see it in the distance.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"Fun"
We all climb over they fence and jog to the school. A girl pulls a hair grip out of her pocket and picks the lock. We go through. Another boy pulls some spray paint cans out of his back pack and throws me one. He smirks at my expression and begins to spray the halls. My eyes widen at what their doing. But without knowing my hand starts to shake the can and before I know it I'm spray painting the hall as well. The colour I have us black. We laugh as we go down halls, spray painting as we go.

We stop and paint some lockers for a while. I can hear sirens in the distance. I don't notice it at first. But as they get closer and closer we get slightly more alarmed.

I'm an idiot.

"Tris, wake up." Al shakes my shoulder. I instantly try to shoot up but pain runs everywhere.
"Oh-" I say as I wince. He try's to show me a watery smile but only ends up looking like he's in pain.

We pull into something that looks like an empty warehouse. Everyone gets out of the cars and smirk. I have to lean on Al for him to help me along. We walk into the abandoned building. The floors is concrete and cracked. The walls are cold and made aluminium, so is the roof.
"This is where we'll lay low." My dad says. "No land lords, nothing! Just us! I know this isn't convenient. But Chicago brings new business and new members." He says and most of the guys nod. I let go of Al and lean against a wall for support. They grin gladly. I walk over to a corner and throw my bag down and slump in the corner. I grab the dog chains and hang them around my neck and tuck them into my hoodie. I lean my head against the wall and let them droop shut.

I wake up the next morning with a jolt. A large blast of cold wind blows through the thin walls. I get up shakily and stretch out my legs. They're slightly stiff from being in such an awkward position. Al wakes up and notices me creeping out.
"Where you going?" He hisses.
"Out for the day" I reply and go out of the door and into the city.

It's strange that I'm back. I can't run into the gang. Black eyes and everything. I don't want them to see me stripped down to what I am. A cold hard criminal. Never snitching. Always lying. To everyone. Denying everything. I'm nothing but a criminal. Cold and twisted. Maybe being back here will give me some kind of happiness that I haven't felt in a very long time.