Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

Looking at her is like waking up.

she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.

Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I’m not careful he’ll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my undoing.

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

And now she hates me and I can’t even leave Dauntless to join the factionless, like I was going to, because Eric’s eye is on her like it was on Amar last year, right before he turned up dead on the pavement near the railroad tracks. All the Divergent end up dead except me, because of my fluke aptitude test result, and if Eric is watching her, she’s probably one, too. My thoughts skip back to the night before, how touching her sent warmth into my hand and through the rest of me, though I was frozen with fear. I press my hands to my head, press the memory away. I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

Her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

Shut up, Four!” she says, and I want to yell back that I’m as frustrated as she is, with an Erudite vulture analyzing my every move, searching for my weak points so he can hit them as hard as he can.

I can't leave her now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won't say it again.

I didn’t know it was possible to conquer fear in your body before you did it in your mind. That was when I knew I should be wary of him.

I have to admit that Christina is good - though I don't like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths - and so is Peter - though I don't like giving credit to future psychopaths. Al, however, is just a walking, talking sledgehammer, all power and no finesse.