Other Side (A Divergent/ Eric fan fiction)

35| Envy

35| Envy

For these past few days, I've noticed a change in Eric. He has never been one to show his emotions, but I can still sense something on his mind every time I'm around him, and it's the strongest whenever I'm around Brendon.

I've been spending a lot of my time with Wolf while I recover from my journey. I can't help it, I love children and all I want is to have my own one day. With Eric, of course. And being around a baby comforts me, like a pet would comfort its owner.

"I can't thank you enough for this." Brendon says, looking up at me from the other side of Wolf, who lays on his back kicking his chubby legs in the air and babbling gibberish.

"I should be the one thanking you, it is so therapeutic being around him." I wriggle the fat underneath his chin.

I can sense Brendon's eyes on me but I keep my gaze down. The last thing I needed was for Brendon to think I was interested in him even if he wasn't interested in me.

"Who was she?" I finally ask after a long pause.

Brendon takes his time to respond. "A Factionless. She was already living here when I arrived. She was just like Amber; same personality, same everything. I was really happy because I could finally be with someone I loved."

I felt deeply for him. I couldn't imagine losing Eric, someone who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

"At least I got something good out of it." The back of Brendon's fingers caress Wolf's cheek and I instantly smile. That was true, he hadn't lost everything. He had Wolf.

I inhale sharply and stand up from the bed. "I should go, you're probably sick of looking at me." I say, giggling slightly. Brendon's seen my face everyday now, to the point where I've been inviting myself over.

"Never." Brendon says, looking up from me on the bed and smiling.

I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks and quickly turn around.

I find Eric in the dining room, holding a knife in his hand. He tosses it up and down, catching it by the handle each time. It's been a while since he's thrown one.

"Hey." I say, walking towards him.

"Hey." He replies blandly, not even looking up at me.

I ignore his attitude and force him to look up by holding his face, and make myself comfortable on his lap.

"I haven't seen you today." I say, watching the knife in his hand, knowing that he could easily kill me any second if he wanted to. I love the fact that I knew he wouldn't.

Eric scoffs slightly. "Blame yourself, not me."

I frown. "Is something wrong?" I knew exactly what was wrong but I wanted to hear him say it instead.

"You spend a lot of time with him, don't you?" Eric runs the flat side of the knife along his palm, wiping off any dirt to leave it shiny.

"It's just a baby, Eric." I sternly say.

"I'm not referring to the baby, Skylar." He purposely says my full name, mocking me.