Not Giving up: a Divergent fanfiction

Chapter 22: Christina.

I wake up to will getting out of bed. I look at the time and its 6:55 in the morning. I get out of bed and walk in the living room where the rest of the group is. The only people I don't see are Tris and Four. I wonder what they are doing. I walk up stairs to Tris room and knock on the door. No answer. I turn the nob. The door is unlocked.

Good job.

I open the door and no one is in here. I hear the shower on then some weird noises. My eyes widen with realization of what going on. I open the bathroom door to teach her to lock the door any one can come in and catch them. When I open the door it gets quiet.

"Who’s in here?" Tris asks.

I stay quiet. Tris opens the shower curtain. I quickly put my hands over my face and scream.

"OMG CLOSE THE CURTAIN I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU TWO EWWWWWW."I yell. I hear footsteps coming from behind me.

"AHHHHH." the group screams then runs out I follow behind but I slip and fall. I groan and get up and run out closing the door behind me. I wasn't expecting her to open the curtain all the way to see who was in the bathroom. I guess our Trissy here doesn't have any shame. I walk back down stairs with the rest of the group.

"Why did I hear screaming?" Lyndsay says coming from out of her room. We shake her heads. She shrugs and walks to the kitchen. I seriously doubt I will get that image out of my head.

----Tris pov. -----

Tobias and I get out of the shower after being interrupted by our friends. Why in the hell would they come in my room? I dry off and put my underwear on and walk in my room. We put on our clothes and walk out of my room. The group is sitting in the living room Lyndsay is in the kitchen with toast in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

"Why did you come in my bathroom?" I ask Christina.

" I didn't see you guys so I went to find you then I heard weird noises so I went to see what it was." she explains." Why was the door unlocked?"

“I never lock my door which I need to start now since people decide to just walk in." I say rolling my eyes.

"Haha. You guys it's an every morning thing since we've been here." Lyndsay says biting into her toast. Tobias gives her a look telling her to shut up. She makes a face back. They keep making faces at each other. I will never understand their face conversations.

"Whatever. Let’s go before we are late." I say. We leave and get into mine and Tobias' car. The girls with me and guys with Tobias. I drop Lyndsay off at school and head off to school myself.

--4th--

I make my way to music. Today is going by fast. I don't really remember what happened my first two classes but in gym we played volleyball and ran. When I get to music Mrs. McCormick calls me to her desk.

"I really like your song. You mind going first?" she asks. I nod and go sit down. Mrs. McCormick goes to the front of the class and explains everything then calls me up to the front of the class. I don't usually sing in front of people nor do I share my songs but it looks like I'm going to have to today.

"This song is called late." I say then I start to sing.

Yeah I would wake up next to you if I could

And I would stare straight past them all to you

I could never say it like I sing it

Drunk talent cause we're fading

But I'll be the first to say

You could be my mistake

I know I want it but I can't stay

I can't stop thinking it

You can be my mistake

I know I want it but I can't stay

I can't stop thinking it

That it's a little too late

And when the sun comes up again and we're gone

We'll remember every beautiful thing that went wrong

I could never say it like I scream it

Drunk talent cause we're fading

But I'll be the first to say

That you could be my mistake

I know I want it but I can't stay

And I can't stop thinking it

You could be my mistake

I know I want it but I can't stay

I can't stop thinking it

That it's a little too late

When I'm done everyone claps. I go back to my seat and block out the rest of the period till the bell rings and I head to Spanish.

----Time lapse----

It’s finally the end of the day. I'm on my way home when I get a call. This can't be happening.

(Not my song.)