A 'Divergent' Escape

Part 4

A/N - Here's part 4 - (dedicated to Corvus307 who always leaves some really good comments, the one on chapter 3 being the best so far!!)

Enjoy, - but if you would also like a dedication, then you know what you have to do...

{.....TRIS'S POV.....}

Fuck me was that close!

We nearly got caught twice within the space of 10 minutes, as well as in Eric's office last week; boy did we need to get better at hiding our 'little' affair.

Eughhh...the word affair makes it sound like it's something so cheap, I shivered just thinking about it; I mean it makes it sound as though what we have is worth nothing - when in actual fact it's not, not really anyway, or at least not to me!

Our secret nearly being outted was all that I could think about as the nimble water droplets trickled down my back soothingly, the steam completely covering me in a soft warm blanket of hot air...exactly what I needed after the stressful interrogation I've just been forced to endure. I swear Christina thinks she's Sherlock fucking Holmes or something, Jesus Christ she just wouldn't shut up asking bleeding questions. I mean yeah, she's my best friend and I love her to death, but I really wanted to throttle her the whole time I was sat there.

That's probably one of the main reasons I had to get out of there, and fast, the other being that I really needed a shower due to the fact I never got to have one last night.

Most people would probably be like 'what's the point? You're just gonna go get sweaty in training anyway'; but that answer my friends, is simple.

Four...

He's gonna be there the whole time that I'm training, watching, laughing and occasionally whispering cheeky comments in my ear when he thinks no one's looking. I don't want to walk round smelling like Susan Boyle after a 10 mile sprint now do I? Cause if my absolute rubbish fighting skills don't put him off, then that most definitely would!

I actually think he assumes I'm putting on an act when I fight in order to get him to come over and help me...I'm not, I'm just actually that bad. The only time that I have ever thrown a proper punch in the ring was when I fought Peter; he started making comments about my family. I got really angry, so angry in fact that let's just say...Mark Ruffalo's 'The Hulk' was no match for me. Luckily my knife throwing skills, my ability to hit a target with a gun and the time it takes me to compete a fear landscape make up for the fact I can't throw a punch to save my life...literally.

Reluctantly turning off the taps I step out of the heavenly shower onto the cold, tiled floor and make my way over to the bench where my clothes are folded neatly in a pile; abnegation tendencies still managing to sneak into my everyday dauntless life. I can't help it! I was brought up that way for 16 years of my life, no wonder I can hardly reach second base with Four. Yeah, he may have had a slight grope of my ass and me his, but nothing much further than that.

At least not yet anyway....

After drying myself off and getting changed into some fresh dauntless clothing, I made my way back to the dorm rooms and began to blow dry my damp hair quickly; having only like 15 minutes left before training starts, I had better get a move on.

I was admiring my locks of dirty blonde hair in the mirror, trying to see if the streaks of blue food colouring had faded much (luckily they had) when I saw Christina enter the room through the reflection, and make her way towards me. I smiled cheerily at her as I put my hair up in a high pony, it was still damp but I was fed up of the hair dryer now.

"Hey, I'm just coming now" I said, thinking that she was here to hurry me up. Rushing towards the door, and her, I noticed that she was stood unmoving in the middle of the room;a distant and cold look stamped across her face.