Timeless- The Sequel To Dauntless: A FanFic Of Divergent

Chapter 18- Punching Things

The day passes in a blur, filled with the sounds of firing guns and skin on punching bags. They file out one by one once we dismiss them, looking thoroughly exhausted at this point. Four's eyes follow Tris out the door, and I press my lips together, observing. I might be witnessing something very rare. Getting to watch someone fall in love is not commonly accomplished. I smile slightly, averting my eyes as soon as he looks back at me. "What?" he murmurs, crossing his arms. I shrug "Nothing." He raises an eyebrow "Alright then. Want to have a go at the punching bags?" I tilt my head "Sure."

As soon as I swing, I feel my side protest. I stop in midair, doubling over in pain. "You ok?" Four asks immediately, stopping his own routine and walking up to me. I clench my teeth, taking in a hiss of breath. "Yeah. It's nothing." I get out between my teeth. "It doesn't look like nothing." He says, placing a hand on my arm for support. I shake my head. "It's just my side. It'll heal." "Punching things isn't going to help that." I nod slightly "Yeah. You're probably right." He nods, pressing his lips together as I recover. "Go ahead to dinner. I'll be there in a bit." I raise an eyebrow "You sure?" "Yeah. I have to practice." I don't bother to ask what for. It's Four, so it could be anything. "Alright. See you in a bit." I say, almost as a command. It's too easy for him to get withdrawn and antisocial. I don't want to see that happen.

As I head to dinner, my mood becomes increasingly frustrated and upset. How am I supposed to teach these initiates if I'm injured? I can't demonstrate what I'm teaching. I can't punch things, I can't shoot, and I can't even run very well. I just wish this never happened. But Tyson had to have his revenge.

When I reach the dining hall, my eyebrows are furrowed, and I basically slam my tray on the table. I bang my head down next to it, ignoring the resulting pain. I hear the table go quiet as they stare at me. I gradually sit back up, frowning. Shauna looks at me with wide eyes, and Uriah seems to be holding back a laugh. Zeke just stares at me, seeming rather surprised. "So...what's up?" he says carefully, trying to act casually. Lynn snickers and goes back to eating. "I can't punch anything." I say, my voice frustrated. "Oh...What?" Shauna says, confused. I sigh "I can't run, I can't shoot straight, and I can't punch anything!" Zeke blinks "And why is that?" I glance downwards. "My side...I reopened it the other day." I mumble, not really wanting to admit that I'm hurt. "What? Why didn't you tell me!?" Zeke says, placing a hand over mine. "It wasn't that bad. I was working." I say, getting slightly defensive. "If it's affecting your work, its bad." Shauna says, concerned. I sigh. "Never mind." He shakes his head slightly, pulling his hand back and looking away. I'm doing it again. Pushing people away. I stab my steak with a fork and start cutting it violently. Shauna watches me, raising an eyebrow "Are you ok?" she asks softly. "Yes! Obviously I'm perfectly fine!" I say, exasperated. She looks away. "Fine then." I put my head in my hands "I don't know what's wrong with me." I mumble, and Zeke rubs my back gently. "Are you PMSing?" he asks, totally serious. My head snaps up, and I stare at him for a second. Then the whole table bursts out in laughter. He always knows what to say. Shauna spits water across the table, and tears squeeze out of my eyes. That has to be one of the biggest mood swings in history.

As I catch my breath, I glance over to see that Tris is watching us. It must seem strange, to see us interact. After so much strict silence in Abnegation, we probably seem crazy. But in reality, we're free. My eyes drift to the person beside her. I then realize that that person is Four, and I turn back around, eyes wide. I slap Shauna's hand excitedly, and glance over at them repeatedly. As she looks, I watch her expression go from recovering, to excited. She looks at me, and starts to bounce in her seat. I laugh, clapping a bit. Zeke just looks at us like we're crazy. But, it's a big deal around here. Four has never really shown interest in anyone. This is history in the making.

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