Chasing Amy (Complete)

5

"Do you guys have your initiates' aptitude test results, first of all?" I ask once we reach the control room.
"Is this legal?" Tris asks monotonously. I nod my head.
"Yeah. They're on that computer," Tris points at a screen behind me, and I enter the password. Because I, a member of Erudite, created the aptitude test, my faction has access to everyone's results. The result files are in alphabetical order of the surname, so it takes a lot of scrolling to reach Santiago, Amy. I click open the file, my hands shaking. And there it is.
"Her results were entered manually," I whisper. Tris lays a hand on my shoulder.
"What are her aptitudes?" She asks quietly. I click on entered manually, and it shows me her real result.
"Erudite and Dauntless," I answer. Then it hits me. "She ran away because of me. She was scared I'd find out and start testing on her."
"You're right, Jeanine," a voice behind me says. I spin around and come face to face with Evelyn.
"It seems your favorite way to enter a room is by sneaking up on me!" I say. I expected Evelyn to be mad, but she smiles and walks towards me, until our faces are only inches apart.
"What do you say we ditch the little girl and go do some adult stuff?" She whispers.
I don't want to be with you, I think. I look at Tris with desperation. She chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment, then taps Evelyn on the shoulder. She turns, glaring at Tris. I slowly back away.
     "Can I talk to you for a moment, Evelyn?" Tris asks a little too sweetly. She grabs Evelyn's wrist and drags her out of the room, slamming the door. I can faintly hear Tris and Evelyn arguing through the sturdy walls and door.
     "I've known Jeanine since we were little. I know she wouldn't love you, she's literally 29 years older than you. She's a grown woman, and you're just a little girl!" Evelyn shouts.
     "Why would she even want to interact with you? You abandoned her and your family, you faked your own death! Also, just a side note, you've kidnapped Jeanine's best friend and her boyfriend, and now you're threatening to kill them!" Tris shouts back.
      "You have no idea what you're talking about! You have no idea how hard it is to be a bisexual leader in a homophobic society, you have no idea what it's like to be an adult!"
     "As a fellow bisexual, I would like to inform you that I do know what it's like to be an adult. I live by myself, and I fully depend on my job to keep me alive. And being a bisexual leader is nowhere near as hard as being divergent in a faction that shoots people like me in a heartbeat!"
     Tris's last sentence leaves me very shocked. I did suspect she could be divergent, but now that I'm sure if it, I don't know what my next move will have to be. The door bursts open, and Evelyn comes storming in.
     "Hey Jeanine! You'll never guess what Tris is!" She calls out. I see Tris running in after her, and suddenly her face fills with anger like I've never seen before. Not just anger, also fear. She raises her arms and throws herself at Evelyn, pinning her down to the ground. I don't interfere until I see Tris pull a knife out of her pocket.
     "This is unnecessary!" I hiss, putting my hand on Tris's. Out of the blue, she holds the blade up to my neck. I almost faint out of shock, and immediately get a flashback to Marcus holding his hand tightly around my neck on those awful nights.
     "Fine," Tris says, putting her knife back into her pocket. "I never want to see you here again, Evelyn. By the way, I know where you live. So I'd suggest letting Jake and Amy go or I'll finish what I started!"
     Evelyn spits at Tris, and then walks out the door as though nothing had happened.
     "You're divergent?" I ask softly.
     "Yeah," Tris answers. "Please don't kill me!" She whispers. I smile and slide my hand onto her waist, pulling her in.
     "I don't think I could cope with your death. I'll just pretend that you're... not divergent!" Saying this pains me, but I mean it. If Tris died right now, Evelyn would have an excuse to force me back into a controlling relationship that's emotionally wrecking.
     "Thanks," Tris says, leaning in. I kiss her lightly, and rest my forehead on hers. It feels nice to be in a relationship with someone I actually want to be with.