Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter 12 | Wood you? //Tris POV

Tris POV

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Christina and Four whispering intently in the corner. Four kept glancing my way every few seconds, but every time I was able to catch his eye he would immediately look away with a guilty expression on his face.

My mind kept wandering back to that moment, with Four's body pressed up against mines, and the sparks that burst on my skin from contact with his. All of a sudden my chest felt very heavy, like someone was sitting on me, or as if there was a hand gripping tightly onto my heart.

Yet still, I couldn't ignore the rising guilt as I realized that Uriah, my boyfriend, was right in front of me and all I could think about was Four.

Four.

The person who I had only experienced hatred towards up until this point. The person who represented everything that I stood against. The most obnoxious and spoiled brat I had ever met. Well at least that's what I tried to tell myself, yet no matter how many times I did, somehow I wasn't convinced.

Luckily, Uriah didn't seem to notice the confusion and guilt rising inside me as he rambled on with worry. In fact, the pure love and concern on Uriah's face as he gingerly held my broken hand was almost enough to completely erase Four from my mind.

Almost.

I held up my other hand to stop Uriah mid-blather and smiled at him as reassuringly as possible, "Uriah, I am fine."

The worry did not leave his eyes but he smiled back, gently squeezing my hand, "Don't ever scare me like that again."

I shook my head and chuckled, trying to create a sense of levity in the room. "It's not like I fractured my skull or anything."

"Fracturing your thumb is almost as bad."

At this, I genuinely laughed. In my head, I reminded myself that this was the reason I fell in love with Uriah in the first place. I could not imagine a life without Uriah's corny jokes or his smile.

"I can still do this." I lifted up my arm, letting my hand rest against his cheek. I let my thumb, still wrapped in bandages, slide along his perfectly protruding cheekbone, before pulling him closer to let his lips brush against mine.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine and whispered, "Wow, who knew thumbs were so sexy."

"Ew, get a room!"

We both turned towards the opposite side of the room, where Christina was pretending to puke.

I laughed as Uriah pulled away, still grinning. He let out a long sigh as he fell back against the cushioned chair that was positioned beside my bed.

"So, tell me again," Zeke begins, squishing himself into the already small chair, causing Uriah to nearly fall right off. "How did you manage to fracture your thumb? Please tell me it was something cool."

"Uh," I hesitated, glancing quickly at Four, who was leaning against the door frame. He watched me, seeming very uncomfortable. "I hit myself with a hammer."

Uriah furrowed his brows in confusion, "How did that even happen?"

"It-It's complicated," I answer, trying not to reveal his birthday surprised or my private time with Four.

"Was anyone else with you?" Uriah continued, leaning forward.

I wanted so desperately to lie but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Well, yeah." He stared back at me silently, forcing me to continue. "Four was there."

At that, Uriah was taken aback, his smile falling from his face. He didn't even trying to hide his surprise, with just a hint of jealousy beneath the surface. "What? Why"

"It was for a project-"

"Tris needed me to help her with one of the machines," Four spoke up, "It wasn't a big deal." Immediately, all eyes turned towards him, making him shift uncomfortably in his spot, leaning against the wall.

Uriah locked eyes with Four, and I could sense the tension forming between the two of them from my spot on the bed. I wanted desperately to make this sudden seriousness go away, but nothing came to mind.

"I don't understand, I thought you hated Four," Uriah said. Out of the corner, I could see the slightest sliver of hurt in Four's eyes. It shouldn't have made me feel so guilty, and I tried to convince myself that it was true, but I wasn't very successful in that.

"He's good at working with wood," I said, trying to steer the conversation away from my feelings for Four.

"Wood? You're not even taking woodshop, why would you need to work with wood?"

Luckily, Zeke was able to break the tension with his usual, obnoxious giggling, except this time it was received with gratitude instead of annoyance. "Hey Uriah, maybe you need to work on your wood!"

With that, Uriah rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room. "Uriah, wait!" I called out. In my rush to chase after him, I tripped over one of the many wires running through the hospital room and managed to embarrass myself even more.

I fell to the ground with a loud thud, unable to stop my fall with my broken hand. "Ouch," I whimpered, attempting to pick myself up.

"Tris! Are you okay?" Immediately everyone rushed to my side, but I was too preoccupied with Uriah to worry about possibly breaking another bone in my body.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Honestly, my ego is more bruised than my body at this point," I joked, trying to brush it off. I attempted to stand up, but was only able to awkwardly crawl back onto the bed instead.

"Don't worry about Uriah, I'll go talk to him," Four said.

He turned to leave the room, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Zeke catch him in elbow and stop him at the door. They exchanged a few whispers before both of them left the room together.

"What was that all about?" Christina asked, gesturing towards where Zeke and Four had just been.

I could only sigh and shrug my shoulders in reply.

"Honestly, who knows what those boys are ever thinking?"

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wait, I updated?? It's been...2 months?! wow, that's just wild

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