A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~fourty-seven~

Chapter 47

Tobias and I stop by his office on our way to the transfers' dormitory to pick up the small green chalkboard that usually hangs on the dorm wall. We took it down last night so we could write the misfit's rankings on it. He carries it in one hand and grasps my hand with his other. I know I'm a bit grouchy as we quietly make our way to the Pit but I just can't help myself. The last thing I want to be doing right now is dealing with the initiates. I really didn't mean to take a nap after lunch. I only meant to lie down and rest for a while then I wanted my husband to make love to me. When I was in the kitchen with him earlier, watching him cook, the all too familiar desire hit me like a ton of bricks, which to be honest was a welcome feeling. It's been nearly a week since we made love. Between the pregnancy hormones and the incredibly bad body image I've gotten all of a sudden, I'm hot and cold. When I want him, something gets in our way, and when he wants me, sex is the last thing on my mind. We just can't seem to come together. I steal a glance up at him and find him looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. He gives me his breathtaking smile, and I actually feel my heart start to race.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," I say.

"I'm sorry I let you sleep," he says. "Had I known..."

"I wanted to surprise you," I say, cutting off his thought. "Maybe we can try later, if I'm not too tired."

"I'd like that," he says. He stops us right outside the dorm door and pushes me against the wall. He drops the chalkboard to the floor with a thud then winds his fingers in my hair. He tilts my head back and brings his mouth to mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. The kiss is passionate, hungry, needy. Just as suddenly as he grabbed ahold of me, he backs away. He squeezes his eyes shut and runs his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, love. I got a bit carried away. We better take care of business." He wants to take care of business? I can't even get my head to stop spinning. After we both stop panting, he picks up the chalkboard and makes sure the names are still visible then opens the door for me.

"Thank you, Four," I say as I enter the dorm room with him on my heels, gaining the attention of the room. We stop in front of the initiates who are broken off in little groups, lounging around. I remember a more strained atmosphere last year but I guess when you don't have mandatory cuts, everyone is at ease.

"Everyone gather around," Tobias says. The misfits quickly get off their bunks and stand before us. They know better than to test him anymore. "I'd like to thank all of you for being punctual this evening. I know you're anxious to get your ranking so you can get on with your night but I'd like to quickly explain how we came up with the order. It's very simple actually. After your first fight, Tris and I ranked you according to your skill level. After each subsequent fight, your ranking was reevaluated based on how well you did against that partner and how much your skill set had grown as a fighter.

"The next phase of training is the emotional part. It is given more weight than the physical part; therefore, those of you who are ranked closer to the bottom can improve your standing. It's difficult but not impossible." I wonder if the misfits just caught the look he gave me? "Just a reminder, your final ranking only determines the order in which you will chose what job you will do. There are no mandatory cuts this year. With no further ado, here are your ranks." He picks the chalkboard up and hangs it on the wall where it belongs. I study the crowd in front of me as they read over the standings.

Brody

Grant

Murphy

Alec

Bethany

Jesse

Sadie

Ana