Truth (a Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter Six

"The truth is, I can't hate you, even if I try."~ Anonymous

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It’s the middle of the next afternoon and my head hurts like it’s just been to Hell and back. Once again I wonder why they won’t give me the freaking water – I’ve been listening and talking my ass off for hours. What is this, some kind of survival test?

Julian, sitting next to me, is obviously picking up on both my thoughts and my mood, so he shouts out, “Hello there? This isn’t the factionless sector, are you trying to starve us?” It’s not even funny, it’s a cry for help, for goodness sake – but it still causes Callie to giggle slightly like she always does when Julian is cocky, which always causes me in turn to grit my teeth.

I hate it. I don’t hate Jules or Callie – God forbid, no, they can’t help what the probably feel –but I do hate the way I feel about them being together. Jealousy is like a need for power, and the thing I despise most is to be comparable to my brother in any way.

Julian’s better at hiding what he feels from me, using blaze comments and sarcasm to deflect away attention and unwanted questions. He invites me and Callie to do things as a three, treats us like we’re equal when it’s probably inevitable that he likes Callie better – I know I would if I were he. There’s definitely an aura of emotion around Julian, but every time Callie starts flirting with him or runs her fingers up and down his tanned arm, he laughs, blushing a fantastic beet red, glancing sideways at me. The expression on his face can only be described as uncomfortable. I don’t think that Cal’s getting the message though, that Julian’s either not ready for whatever she wants from him, or that he’d prefer her to do it when they’re alone. I’d prefer if they hid it too, because of the way it causes me to act, so that even if they were… doing things, I could pretend that it’s me instead that’s preferred. Living in my own fantasy world. At the moment though, she looks at him like she’s the hungry fox, and he the chicken, like she wants to rip all his clothes off – and it makes me mad. Not just with jealousy and wishing I were in their shoes, but also at the fact that she may be jeopardizing our friendship for good. Sometimes it gets so awkward and I swear you could cut the tension between the three of us with a Dauntless throwing knife. Every time she places her delicate hands on his chest, I want out of this friendship group, but it’s the only thing I have. I would tell her to stop it, to look at how uncomfortable it makes both him and me, but I don’t want to start an argument with the smartest-mouthed girl in all of Chicago – who also happens to be my best friend.

Finally, some drinks make their way here, but they’re the same disturbing colour red as the ones in the common room.

As I drain my glass, I notice Callie watching me with an indiscernible emotion written all over her face. She sees me looking and appears shocked that I’ve noticed her stare, worried that I could know what she’s thinking (I don’t, that’s what’s so confusing) and then flashes an obviously fake smile at me before dumping her drink over Julian’s head so that he splutters for air.

The red droplets make Julian seem like he’s a victim of a cruel factionless killer, bleeding to death, where the police will eventually find only a body with no soul left behind. I smile, wondering what the trainers must think of us, but they’re just laughing – no one can ever stay mad at Callie for long, including me, despite her faults.

No, wait. Not all the instructors are looking at Julian; although they should be – the juice is dripping all over the place and they’ll have to clean it up, thanks to our busy schedule. The same one that smirked possessively at me in the assembly hall has his eyes fixed firmly upon me, as if for some reason, I’m more exciting that Julian-the-Vampire. And then slowly, deliberately, when no one else is looking, he winks.

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A/N: Still shipping Jamber?

Yars? No? COMMENT PLEASE

What's Callie and Julians ship name please?

Peace out, Rae x