A Divergent Turn Of Events (Funny Yet Fourtris Fanfiction)

Part 4

A/N - How do you like it so far? Here's part 4........

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I STILL DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS !!

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{.........Tris's POV...............}

This must be at least the fifth shower I've had in the last 24 hours and the colour still hasn't washed out for fucks sake.

The warm water runs soothingly down my back as the steam rises gently in the damp air around my body; so relaxing. Just what I need after these stressful few weeks. It's been endless fighting, fear landscapes and putting up with Four's constant mood changes. If there is ever anyone out there who still carries that bipolar gene. It's him. One minute he's all ''who told you, you could talk to me eh stiff?'' and the next it's all ''oh you okay?'' and ''here, have my water''. God he's so annoying.....but in a sexy as hell kinda way. I mentally slap my self. Oh my god I did not just think that. I can not think of Four whilst I'm in the shower. That is wrong on so many levels, not to mention he's my instructor. This is not happening, get a grip Tris.

Bloody Uriah; I think to myself attempting to distract my wandering imagination whilst i massage what must be the fourth round of shampoo into my scalp. I swear to god I'm gonna get him back for this. I've been trying to keep calm around him since last night; don't want him thinking he's gotten to me as much as he has. His ego is big enough already. No...Instead i've decided I'm taking Four's advice. Don't get angry - get even. This is what he had whispered to me last night when the buzz of laughter in the dorm room had finally died down. I swear my stomach did a summer salt when his arm brushed alongside mine and he leaned towards me. My first thought was that he was going to kiss me, but then i thought why would he kiss me? I'm just a 'stiff' (god I hated that nickname) abnegation transfer. No one important or at least not to the almighty Four anyway.

Giving up on washing my hair again I begrudgingly drag myself out of the shower. Don't want to miss dinner; not only will Chris kill me, they have cake out today and no one in their right mind misses dauntless cake. As soon as I turn off the shower I miss the comfort of the water instantly. The way it relieves my aching body of all the tension that has been building up inside me since I arrived at dauntless nearly three weeks ago. The steam soon starts to disperse as I draw back the curtains and step out of the shower, landing on to the cold tiled floor of the female shower room.

It's quite a large room considering there are very few initiates, females especially. There are three showers in total, all along the back wall and each hidden behind a long black curtain. One of the only places you can get privacy in dauntless. Stood against the opposite wall are some sinks, mirrors attached to the checkered black and white tiled wall above them. Christina spends what seems like her whole life gazing into the reflective glass, staring at what...I don't know. Faces don't change every five minutes. I on the other hand, occasionally have a look but I still haven't broken the abnegation habit of staying well away just yet. There are also some lockers against the wall next to the door. They look as though they were once black but all the paint seems to have been chipped off and now lies in flakes around the bottom. The locks still work though. I wouldn't normally bother using the lockers as I don't own anything that holds any value, just a few items of black clothing and the necessary toiletries. Unfortunately, me and Christina have to share the room with Molly and I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her (Which knowing me probably wouldn't be very far). Although, we do try to work around her showering habits. That way we spend as little time around her as possible...Suits me fine. Like today, shes probably at dinner with everyone else. Smack bang in the middle of the room are three benches (black of course) with intricate patterns running along the seats. Clothes and bags can be placed here whilst you shower.

Speaking of clothes.....

WHERE THE HELL ARE MINE?!!!

I swear I put them on the bench. They were folded up next to my towel.

Oh God! My towel!

Rushing over to the bench, I forget that I have wet feet and slip, smacking the whole of my left side into the cold hard ground. "That's gonna bruise" I hiss. After picking myself up and heaving my sore body over to bench i finally snatch up the towel.

Towel...Hah. It looks more like a large rectangular tea towel, white and plain. Similar to the ones me and Caleb used to use whilst helping with the dishes back in abnegation. I panic now and spend the next 10 minutes frantically checking under the benches and in all the lockers continuously before it hits me.

Uriah.

The sneaky bastard.

I mentally punch myself; I should have known he'd try something else before I found the time to take my revenge. I just can't believe he snuck in whilst I was showering though; there must be a rule on that. Why didn't I hear him come in? Oh god just wait til I tell Eric. Or Christina, she'll go ballistic; I wouldn't be surprised if Molly has a go at him as well I think excitedly.

Shivering, i realise I'm stood naked in the middle of the room where anyone could walk in and see me. Having no choice I wrap the so called 'towel' around myself. It just about wraps around my body and tucks in beside my breasts. To say it was short would be an understatement. It finished mid- thigh (although it was closer to my bum than it was to my knees). It also showed a lot of cleavage. I'm not really one for being embarrassed about my body but I still don't like to show it off when it's not needed. In the occasional banter between me and the guys (mainly Uriah -Ughh, Zeke and Al) I might flirt and show them a bit of skin after training, but never this much. Knowing I have no choice seeing as i have nothing else to wear, I make my way towards the door.

I can't help but catch a glimpse of my reflection as I pass the mirror. I see a girl with blonde (and faintly blue) wet hair dripping down her back in waves, slightly tanned legs with fading bruises and a few small cuts stood in a small towel with a flushed face - most probably from all the steam. Oh god. I do hope I don't see anyone before I reach the dorm.....where Uriah will most probably be waiting....no doubt with a video camera.

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Not sure whether I like this chapter, I've spent the past 2 days keep going over it but I understand @ellalopez1029 wanted another update so here it is........................