A 'Divergent' Escape

Part 2

A/N - Here's chapter 2, enjoy.

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***3 different POV's so watch out for them.

{.....CHRISTINA'S POV.....}

"GET UP...NOW" a voice demanded, dominating the room and interrupting the dreams of a number of the sleeping initiates snoring peacefully around me.

"What the fuck?" I mumble rolling on to my side and blinking through the droopiness. A sudden pounding in my head beginning to make itself known; last night was one hell of a good time, and a blur. I must have been wasted.

"DON'T KEEP ME WAITING" the voice demanded. "UP...UP...UP".

"Urghhh" I moaned in frustration, reaching out my arm in order to shake Tris awake, that bitch could sleep through an earthquake...but all my hand touches is air. Thinking I mustn't be close enough, I lazily shuffle a little more to the left as our beds are neighbours and reach out again. This time I manage to touch the bed...but I find no body, just smooth cold sheets. The coolness telling me she never slept there at all.

What the fuck? We're initiates for god's sake, where the hell could she have gone?

I begin thinking back to last night, or at least what I can remember of it anyway. We were told at dinner about some bonfire party thing that we all must attend, so we did. The clearest of the memories are those of drinking, dancing and generally just having a good laugh with the members. But then I remember, not all of us attended at all...Tris was ill. Or so she said anyway, she forgets that I was born a Candor and can see right through her; but I just put her unwillingness to attend down to her abnegation tendencies. Fun is a sin, or something along those lines at least - I always zoned out every time she explained it to Uriah. So where the hell is she? Closing my eyes I try to picture coming in last night or should I say this morning...boy did the dauntless know how to throw a party. As soon as an image had begun to surface, it was washed away like a body in a flowing stream by the harsh voice of Eric, our not so subtle alarm clock.

"WHEN I SAY GET UP, THAT MEANS YOU ASWELL CANDOR!"

"I'm up, I'm up" I grumbled impatiently, sitting up and running my hand through the tangled mass of hair sitting atop of my head like a birds nest in a tree. As I heaved my tired being up off the bed I looked round the dorm and noticed that everyone else looks just as I am feeling...hung-over. The room itself is very open and super minimalistic, only housing the basic necessities such as beds, two closets (one male and one female) and a few chairs; therefore if Tris had just been up before me, I would've seen her by now. Shit!

My thoughts' now returning once more to the night before, but coming back in was just a blur of sweaty drunken bodies and loud noises; so if Tris had been here I would never have noticed, all I could see was the direct path from the door to the sheets of paradise...my bed of course. Suddenly being brought back to reality now that the realisation of remembering was a dead end, I noticed that I had spaced out and had just been staring at Al; catching his eye he mouthed something to me which I didn't quite catch at first, but cottoned on the second time.

Where's Tris? Is what he had communicated, trust him to also notice her absence almost straight away - he so obviously fancies her. He's always staring at her with puppy dog eyes and agrees with everything she says. It's quite annoying actually...but sort of cute at the same time, although I don't think she has any idea of his feelings towards her, poor guy.

No idea, I replied to his question, shrugging my shoulders as I did so.

I quickly began to change ready for breakfast, copying the actions of my fellow peers; although some had disappeared and gone for a quick shower...I just can't be bothered.