Flower Crown ❀ (Divergent)

Guilt

Chapter 4

The words stared back at me as a new hatred formed for Peter. They glared at me from Tris' bunk bed: "Stiff" I looked up to find Peter sniggering with Molly and Drew from our bunk bed. He is an evil imposter. Tris came out of the shower and saw the words, immediately seeking Peter out with her eyes. The murder in them was evident. He started taunting her.

"Come on Tris, get dressed." I said ignoring Peter and pulling the grey sheet off her bed and bundling it up in my arms.

She pulled on some clothes and we immediately walked out.

"You know I left Amity to avoid pretentious assholes but now I seem to have walked right into a full Pit of new ones." I raged, rolling my eyes and walking with Tris to the service chambers.

"What happened? I know this is kind of stereotypical but aren't all Amity-born supposed to be kind and happy all the time?" She asked me, hesitantly.

"Jeanine Matthews happened to me and her stupid Erudite posse experiments." I mumbled.

"You're just like me then? Divergent?" The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I jumped fearfully at the word, checking for people.

No one was around. I pulled Tris into the laundry room roughly.

"You don't say it so freely Tris or you'll get us both killed!" I whisper-yelled at her.

"I know!" Her voice was meek and apologetic.

I felt bad for snapping at her.

"Jeanine Matthews tricked my parents into signing a contract. Then she injected most of her new experiments in them to see if they worked. I was only twelve when that happened and I was looking for my parents. I walked into the testing room at the wrong time. My parents expressions looked like the feral wolves I read about in Erudite books. They scratched at their throats and immediately started burning up from the inside. Jeanine shipped me back to Amity without even an apology. I endured years of pity stares and friends. I stopped eating the bread under the pretence that I was allergic to gluten. I've harboured a distaste for anything Erudite and Jeanine. And the ironic part is that the actual faction I was supposed to be in was Erudite however I chose Dauntless because it was runner-up." Tris just stared at me shocked before smiling timidly.

I shoved the sheet into the washing machine and grabbed another one.

"Now you're not so mysterious anymore." she giggled.

"Don't tell anyone or I'll hunt you down." I joked at her.

"Your life makes mine seem like a walk in the park." she mumbled looking down at her shoes.

I told Tris to head to training while I finished up with making her bed for her. She thanked me and ran off. I did what I said and sat on my bed, unfolding the test results and staring at it. 185IQ. For you mom, you always wanted me to outsmart Jeanine. I folded the page again and hid it inside my pillowcase, before sprinting to training. Tris was lying on the floor knocked out and Molly was boasting about it to Peter, who was parading her to Eric who was uninterested. I almost screamed in grief if it had not been for Eric looking back at my arrival. I squeezed my hands into fists, in sheer anger. Four had lifted her into his arms, most probably carrying her to the infirmary.

"Your late initiate." Eric said again like a predator.

What happened with my name all of a sudden? Did I knock his ego back a few miles? I thought curiously to myself, smirking. I walked until I was in front of Peter.

"Sorry, I had to change a friends sheet because our dear Peter had an accident on it." I replied headstrong.

"That's not true!" Peter covered up quickly, his cheeks coating themselves a different colour.

"Really. You should get that checked out, its not healthy man." I pointed to his crotch area, bristling at the fact that I was able to hold my own against this twit.

Peter stood shocked at my audacity, but I crossed my arms and stared at him straight on. Eric had his eyebrows crunched in thought. He wrote something down on the clipboard in his arms and asked the next fighters to start.

Christina, Will and Al went to Tris in the infirmary but instead I escaped outside the Dauntless compound to get fresh air and take a jog.

Tears threatened to escape my eyes as I felt slightly guilty because I didn't go visit Tris. I felt like it was my fault she lost that fight. I wasn't there to spur her on. I hated my clammy nose and puffy eyes at taht moment as I fought myself to keep a level head.

"What are you doing out here Mia?" The deep voice of Four sounded from the shadows.

"I'm just taking a jog. I miss the outdoors and I'm kind of afraid of being suffocated by Peters big head." I told Four sitting down next to him.

"I get that you're from Amity, but you chose Dauntless now. You have to face your fears one way or another." Four joked.

"I've stood strong for long enough and when I finally let myself free someone is always there to antagonize me. Its getting a bit much." I mentioned to him.

"I don't intend to know anything about you, but I'll be damned if I let one of my best initiates duck out of initiation because of some teenager who has a crush on her! Get a grip and perform because I'm not going to go easy on you anymore!" Four motivated, like a proper instructor would.

I stood back and thought about it for a moment. Peter was just antagonising me. There was no crush.

"We're going on a field trip tomorrow to the fence. I assume your familiar with it," I perked up immediately," I want you back to normal after tomorrow." it was an order.

I saluted to be cheeky, before jogging off to go see Tris.