Divergent High

Divergent High: Chapter 22

Tris POV:
I went to the classroom but Miss Elizabeth wasn't there so I left. Her loss. I was walking to the cafeteria but I saw Carter by the girls bathroom. I carry on walking trying to hide my face but he grabs my arm and pulls me so I'm facing him. "Just leave me alone! I don't want to be with you! You need someone like Emma!" I say knowing her selfish attitude. They'd make the best worst couple. "Nope. Your so hot, and smart." He says bringing his thumb to my chin. I push his arm off and text four. I ask him to come help and he and he comes within two minutes. But he arrives at the wrong time. Carter has me pushed against the wall and is gripping my wrists so hard they go white. When Four sees me trying to move and Carter stopping me he gets angry. His chest is rising up and down so fast. Then he charges at him at full speed bring him to the ground. They punch and kick each other. "Don't ever touch her again!" Four yells. A crowd forms around them. I want to stop them but I can't even see it's so crowded. I stand on my tiptoes and try to see if Fours ok. Carter is on top of him and is kicking him in the stomach and then punches him hard in the nose.Then Four pushes himself up and charges Carter into the lockers, Carters head slamming against the door. A teacher comes and pulls them apart. I haven't seen him before. "BREAK IT UP! WE DONT PROMOTE WHO CAN BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THE OTHER IN THIS SCHOOL!!! NEXT TIME ITS AN HOUR DETENTION!" He says fixing his tie. Four walks over to me but they're still staring at each other angrily. I'm surprised they weren't expelled or something. Carter disappears in the crowd and I take Fours hand. Lots of people turn and look at us surprised. I know what they're thinking.
I hear someone mumble "They're fighting over her! How rubbish." I see it's Emma.
No surprise there.
People start to walk away. I take Fours hand and lead him into the girls bathroom.

I put my bag down and run the cold water. I get some tissue and wet it. I lift Fours face up, my thumb on his chin and I gently dab on the blood on his nose. He doesn't look too bad actually. He's probably got a lot of bruises though.
Silence.
Fours eyes lock into mine and I smile slowly.
"Thanks. For helping me." I whisper.
"It's ok. Why are you whispering?" He says whispering.
"Why are you?" I laugh. He shrugs but winces a bit from me dabbing a bit too hard. "Sorry." I say focusing again, also remembering last night. And I think he notices too. "You never have to apologise to me." He says.
I bring him into my arms and take in the scent of his cologne.

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