A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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Chapter 4

I hurry down the steep, narrow, winding path toward the Pit, practically sprinting so I will make it on time for the first jumper to hit the net. I figured I had plenty of time when I received Will's message saying the new class of initiates were just getting ready to leave the Hub so I told Bridget I would put the girls down for their nap while she kept an eye on Tyler but they each wanted rocked and then a story, so 5 minutes turned into 10 and then 10 turned into an hour. After they were both sound asleep, I made sure Tyler was comfortable. He woke from his nap feeling a little better and even ate some chicken noodle soup, which he managed to keep down but he looked terrible, and I'm really worried about him. I gave Bridget strict instructions to call if there were any changes in his condition. I hated leaving him, and if it were any other day, I wouldn't have.

When I reach the seldom used, dimly lit, damp, musty hallway that leads to the net, my journey comes to a screeching halt when I get behind a large group of slow-moving, boisterous Dauntless members making their way to the celebration, half empty brown bottles in their hands. I try to squeeze my way them but they don't budge so I end up walking with them, making small talk the entire way. When we reach the cavernous space, I'm finally able to break away after saying my goodbyes. As I make my way through the thick crowd gathered for the jump, I notice that the platform looks like it's in a spotlight. I smile as I take in the sight of my handsome husband and good friends until I see a familiar brunette who is sorely out of place. I take a deep breath, trying to mask my displeasure then head up the stairs.

"Hey, Tris! You made it just in time. They're jumping onto the roof as we speak," Christina says as she grabs me in a big bear hug. "How's Tyler doing? Four said he's sick."

"My poor little guy. I absolutely hated leaving him but he's doing a little bit better now," I say as I maneuver myself between Tobias and Freya, hoping I'm not being too obvious about it but Christina's smirk tells me she knows exactly what I'm doing. "He ate some soup and, thankfully, kept it down. He wasn't so lucky at breakfast."

"That's good," Tobias says. "He didn't look very good when I left."

"He still doesn't," I say, worry evident in my voice. He drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulls me close, and kisses my temple.

"He'll be fine, love," he softly says.

"I told Bridget to call if he needed me, and I would come straight home," I say.

"Okay," he says. I notice Freya eyeing Tobias' arm around me, and I can't help but smile at her, which she returns but it doesn't reach her eyes. She's never made a play for my husband like one red-headed bitch but her near-constant gawking is irritating as hell.

"Four told us about the terrible two and the marshmallow incident," Brody says with a deep, thoughtful laugh. He's changed so much since he jumped into the net two years ago, and I think it has everything to do with the young woman standing next to him looking up at him like he's the only one in the room. He's no longer a quiet, brooding loner. He's outgoing, feisty, thoughtful, and quite funny. He and Ana both fit in very well with our circle of friends.

"I swear if we were to let our girls loose on the city they would cause more damage than a tornado," Tobias says with a chuckle and everyone joins in. Freya laughs so hard she snorts, and we all look at her.

"What are you doing up here again?" Uriah asks, saving me from having to do it. If she didn't make googly eyes at my husband on a near daily basis, I'd feel sorry for her because she has no friends.

"I was giving Four an update from Zeke," she pouts.

"The first jumper will be here any minute," Tobias says. "You better join the crowd down below, Freya. Thanks for the information."