Divergent High

Chapter 5

Tris Pov
I wake up and remember the events of last night. I can't help but think why four looked so concerned. I shrug and start to get ready.
Today I'm not even going to try to look good, so I through on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt and pull my hair up in a bun.
I look at myself in the mirror and think 'good enough' and run down stairs and out the door.
I get to school early so I go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. Im sitting and eating when the principle walks by and says Oh, Tris remember you and Four have detention today" Damnit.

I text my mom and tell her that I am going to be late after school. And with that I walk to class. Once in homeroom I take my seat. The next person to show up is Four. He walks past me not glancing at me with his head down. What is up with him. Jerk. Soon everyone shows up and the class is over before I know. All we did was talk about our reports. Four didn't say a word.
I went to every class, this day just seemed to be extremely long. And I don't know why. When school is over I walk to the detention room.
Four is sitting in there. "Where is the teacher?" I ask.
"He left and said he would be back to check in 15 minutes." He said without looking up.
"He trusted you to be in here by yourself until I got here?" I question him.
He gives a quite chuckle and turns his head towards me "I guess." He says with a half smile and instantly turns his head away after.
"Four, can I ask you a question?" I ask.
"Ya, but next time don't ask me if you can, just ask it." He says.
"Well I didn't want to through you off guard, but, why do you hate me?" I ask genuinely.
"It's hard to explain. But I guess that I have
always been envious of you. Because of your family and the way you act." He responds.
"How do I act?" I say feeling slightly scared to hear the reason.
"Real." He say in a deep voice that makes me shiver. Why did I react like that? What did I start? "Real?" I ask.
"Yes real, everyone else wants something, they act so fake and they are worried to be mean to me because they are afraid of how I will react. They are so damn worried about the way that people think of them that they forget how to actually be themselves. But you, you don't care how people treat you, you stay you, you stay real." He says and looks back down.

Wow. Did he just say that. I don't even know what to say. So we both sit their in silence until detention is over.
When detention is over I head to my car. I drive back home and start to work on homework.
"Honey what do you want for dinner?" I hear my mom call.
"I'm not hungry" I respond.
I turn my head and see a light flicker on in Four's room. And all of a sudden I hear loud shouts and bangs and I become instantly worried. What is happening. I wait until it stops and I run onto my balcony and run into Four's room to see him lying on his bed covered in blood. I am about to call the police when I hear Four say "no don't call anyone, don't make it worse." I drop the phone and run to him." I turn him around and see fresh wounds on top of old scars.
I run to the bathroom and get a wash cloth and water. I run back to him and dab his wounds. He winces with pain. "I'm sorry" I repeat over and over again. I bandage his wounds and he falls asleep while I am. I'm scared to leave him hear alone. So I leave his window open and mine open, and I crawl back to my room. It's difficult to sleep. I find myself checking up on him every hour to see if he is all right.
I finally let my body win and I fall into a deep sleep.