Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter 7 | Cheating //Tris POV

Do you think Uriah bakes his own cakes? Because if he does, I guess you could call him a... whisk-taker.

I'm going to need a minute.

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"When someone does something wrong, 

don't forget all the things they did right." 

-Unknown

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Tris POV

After an hour of arguing back and forth in my mind, I had ultimately come to the decision to give Uriah a chance.

I nervously fiddle with my fingers while I wait for Uriah to arrive. My leg starts to bounce up and down as moving helps to distract me.

Eventually, I heard the sound of footsteps, and Uriah walked through the doors of the school, holding two disposable coffee cups and balancing two boxed sandwiches on his forearms.

"Turkey or pig?" he asks.

"Pig," I say, a small smile peaking out from the corners of my lips. I take a coffee cup. "Where'd you get these?"

"I just got 'em from the cafeteria," he says.

I unwrap the sandwich and start tearing off bite-sized pieces. I gulp down the food, fully aware of Uriah's gaze burning into me.

"I'm glad you agreed to talk." I can almost hear him smiling. I smash another chunk of the sandwich. Mustard oozed out the sides.

I glance over and see him holding his sandwich by one corner and taking a bite from the other. "So are we going to talk or are you still mad at me?" His mouth was full.

"I'm still mad at you," I mutter. "But we should talk."

Uriah continues to stare at me, waiting patiently. I take a deep breath and blurt out, "You're cheating on me."

"What?!" His usual smile completely disappears off his face, and he sits back slowly. But what confuses me is that he seemed...angry. For once he didn't have anything to say.

I slip my phone out of my pocket and scroll through its contents. I then reach over and show the image Christina had shown to me. Uriah sets his sandwich down and nearly grabs the phone out of my hand. A mix of emotions cross over his face:shock, anger, confusion, then finally, realization.

"Wha-? Tris, this was from so long ago."

I shake my head and lean back against the chair. Right now, I was wishing I knew where my tear ducts were so that I could hold them closed and stop Uriah from seeing the tears that are threatening to spill. "You got that haircut after I told you that it looked like you were wearing a mop."

Uriah smiles, but then it disappeared as quickly as it came. He looks down at his lap and turns, settling his back against the bench. "I'm so sorry..."

I wait. "Why didn't you at least tell me?"

He turns back to me, a little too quickly. "Honestly? I'd forgotten all about that girl."

"Because you kiss so many girls?"

"No. I mean ... Aghhh." He looks away. "Sometimes, but no. And never when I was dating you, only this one time. And I only kissed that girl because I thought that you were cheating on me." This time, it's my turn to be shocked. But before I can say anything he continues on. "And if I'm being honest, I didn't think that you even liked me. I mean, we've only been dating a month. I didn't even realize we were dating at first. I know that you'd never admit this, but you're an amazing person. You're beautiful and honest and nice and....you're perfect. So when you actually agreed to go out with me, well...I guess I'm still in shock." He turns to look at me again, "You know, five minutes after kissing that girl, I was staring at my phone, trying to come up with an excuse to call you."

I stare at him, shocked. I can't form a single intelligible word. After a few moments, I regain my composure, "Wow...uh-" I clear my throat and start over, "Uriah, you're probably one of the best guys I've ever met, of course, I like you."

He smiles a little at that.

"But how could you think that I was cheating on you?"

His smile disappears at that.

He sucks in a breath, "Well, I know that this was stupid, honestly. Four told me that he saw a guy give you his number.. and you kept it. And recently, you've been hanging out at the coffee shop, a lot. I tried to call you a week ago and it went straight to voicemail. So then I called your house and your mom said that you had left with a guy. When I invited you to my party, and you said no, that's when I knew."

"You know I hate parties."

"But you never miss one of mine."

"Oh my gosh," I bury my face into my hands. A few moments later I peek my eyes out and turn my head to look at Uriah. "Look, this is all just one really big misunderstanding."

"Please do explain," he says in his best -it's pretty bad- British accent.

I grin. "The reason I was hanging out at the coffee shop so much, is because I have a job there."

"A job? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Hold on, let me finish. I didn't tell you because I was working there to earn money so that I could buy you a nice gift for your birthday."

"My birthday's not for a few more weeks."

"I really had my heart set on a gold bracelet for you. I was going to have them engrave a message on it and everything."

"What was the message."

"You're the chocolate to my cake."

His jaw drops open, "That is beautiful."

I click my tongue, "Well, you're not getting it anymore."

His eyes widen and he pouts sadly, "What?! Why not?"

"I got fired from my job because I didn't show up to work after I found out you cheated on me."

Uriah hangs his head low, "Oh."

I wrap an arm around him, "It's fine."

Suddenly, he reaches his arms out and pulls me into a tight hug. I bury my face in his hair, drinking in the familiar scent that is Uriah.

And for a second, I thought that maybe -maybe- everything would work out after all.

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Ugh, I've been soooo busy with school, especially these past two weeks. I have so much homework and other shit to do, blechhhh. I just found out that emordnilap palindrome is a word and my life is complete. Tbh I have no idea what I'm even saying anymore. This is a really random A/N.

Also, puns are amazing.

Okay, that's about it. I think I'm going to leave now.