Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter 9 | Thanks for Nothing //Tris POV

"He who does not understand your silence 

will probably not understand your words."

-Elbert Hubbard

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Tris POV

I shivered, wrapping my arms desperately around my freezing body in an attempt to stay warm.

"Hey, I'm here! I'm here!"

I whipped my head around to see Four running towards me, waving his hand in the air. Rolling my eyes, I called out, "You're late!"

"I know, I know. I got...distracted." He looked away when he said that, but I could see his usual smirk forming again. I rolled my eyes, noticing that the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a large hickey on the base of his neck. He slipped a key into the keyhole, which was immediately followed with a loud click.

I gently pushed on the door, letting it swing open, revealing the bare hallways of our empty school. Without turning around to check on Four, I stepped inside and began 'walking to the Woodshop room. The sound of our shoes against the tiled floor echoed around us.

"How'd you get permission for us to come in on a Saturday?" I asked.

Four quickly caught up to me with his long strides against my short legs. He scoffed, "You'd be surprised what people would do for an autograph." Play nice, I thought to myself, balling up my fists at my sides. I knew that without him, I would never have been able to make Uriah's plate. But still, it took all the willpower I had not to slap the obnoxious jerk in the face. "I also promised to make him your birdhouse."

"Thanks for the help," I forced out.

"Anything to help out a friend."

Normally, this would be where I would launch into another one of my lectures. I smiled at the memory of his shocked face the last two times I'd put him down. But, I had to remind myself that this was for Uriah.

So I simply just nodded my head in reply and held my tongue.

I would die for Uriah, but having to be buddy-buddy with Four for an afternoon felt worse than death, it was cruel and unusual punishment.

"Here we are," Four said, stopping just outside the door to the Woodshop room.

I rolled my eyes, "I took woodshop for a year, I think I know where the door is."

"Fine, genius." He pushed open the door and walked into the room without another word.

I rolled my eyes again and silently screamed at him in my head.

The second I walked in, I was immediately hit by the strong scent of wood and was suddenly very relieved to not have Caleb's wood chip allergy. He was the reason I had to give my hamster away. The thought of that still annoys me to this day.

Suddenly a loud sound erupted from the corner of the room, causing me to jump in fright. Four was in the back of the room, putting a large piece of wood through a giant, spinning blade. I grabbed a pair of goggles and started walking towards him as I gradually got used to the noise.

"What's that?" I said, but I doubt that he could've heard me over the screaming of the blade against wood.

Four flipped a switch, causing the blade slowly came to a halt. He looked up at me and smiled, holding two large blocks of wood in his hand. "What?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

Holding the two slabs in either hand, he began walking to the other side of the room. I followed in close pursuit trying not to trip over anything fatal.

"How much of this birdhouse have you already done?" He asked, without even a glance back at me.

"Uh, nothing?" I replied, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Good job," he said, with a touch of sarcasm.

"Woodshop just isn't my thing," I said indignantly.

"Don't worry, I get it. Pretty much everything I do is last minute." He chuckled at that, and to my surprise, the corners of my mouth twitched up in a small smile.

But before I could reply he stopped at another machine and began adjusting the sides. I watched, having no clue what he was doing.

"So, does any of this require me to do anything?"

He raised a brow, "Well, what can you do?"

I felt slightly offended at that, but in my head, I knew that he wasn't wrong. "Nothing really."

He laughed at that, and without even realizing it, I found myself laughing along with him.. And soon, we were both falling on the floor, laughing at nothing.

Or everything.

Every time I managed to restrain myself, I'd just look over at the idiot, leaning over the table and clutching his stomach. Then, I'd just lose any control I had and enter into another fit of laughter.

After a few moments, I sighed, putting a hand on my chest. My cheeks and stomach felt sore from laughing, which just made me laugh a little more.

Four smiled at me, a real genuine one, so unlike his usual smirks. "I haven't laughed like that in years."

Still smiling, I asked, "What were we even laughing about?"

He just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I honestly have no idea."

I leaned over and playfully slapped him on the shoulder, "C'mon, we still have work to do."

He looked at me, pretending to be shocked. "Oh! Is it we now? You're planning on helping too?"

"Ugh, shut up." I dropped my head in a pout, causing him to laugh again. I lifted my head back up and smiled back, before taking a block of wood from his hand. "Since Mr. What's-His-Face is still making you do the birdhouse, then I was thinking that you do that, and I'll make the plate." At that, he raised a brow, I rolled my eyes in response and said, "Yes, I know how to make a plate."

He smiled, inserting his piece of wood into a machine. "So tell me again, why do you even need a plate so badly?"

I moved off the table where I was sitting and brushed at the wood chips stuck to my legs. "It's for Uriah. I was originally planning on buying him a personalized plate for his birthday, but then...something got in the way so I decided to just make it myself."

He looked away from me, focusing on the machine in front of him. "Oh, Uriah. I keep forgetting that you're dating my best friend."

When he looked up again, I was shocked to see that he seemed...so sad. It was almost as if he was disappointed, which made no sense because why would he even care? I wasn't sure how to respond, so instead, I just stood there, looking like an idiot while an awkward silence settled on the empty room.

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So excited for NaNoWriMo, I just officially registered my novel. XD Hopefully it'll go better than last year where I didn't even make it halfway to my goal. Whoops. Fingers crossed I actually somewhat succeed this year, wish me luck. 

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Ugh, why can't Four just be a diverGENTLEMAN?