Convergent (Full)

Lilith was never meant for Candor. The faction of truth has no place for a girl like her. So when she transfers to Erudite - the intelligence faction - at the choosing ceremony, the lack of surprise is evident. But when a mysterious cat leads her out into the city, will she discover that she made the wrong choice? And who is the strange boy in black?

Had to cut it down to 5000 words for a contest, but I enjoyed it so much I didn't wanna stop.


4. The Boy

I follow my cat guide as she leads me through the maze of alleyways and streets until she stops, almost causing me to trip over her in the dull light.
We've arrived at a small shack-like building neighbouring the train tracks. Light seeps through cracks in the shutters that block off the windows, and music and laughing emanates from inside. Intrigued, I push open the door. The cat hurries in before I can move.
The room is small, and occupied by about eight boys, dressed all in black, drinking and laughing. I'm surprised they don't see me, as my blue, Erudite-issued shirt sticks out like a sore thumb. But I stay invisible in the darkness. I then notice the cat dart to a line boy in the corner.
He is dressed in black skinny jeans and a tight fitting black tshirt. Simple. Yet extremely effective. The fit of the shirt hugs his figure and emphasizes his gorgeous, golden arms. His lips are a light shade of pink, perfectly sculpted into shape. His hair frames his face perfectly. It's mostly straight, other than a large flick at the bottom of the fringe where it brushes his eyebrows. Suddenly, he looks up, and his eyes lock with mine, deep, multi-tonal blue. Wow. His gaze drops to my shirt.Crap! I've been spotted! I want to turn to run but his gaze has returned to my eyes and keeps my feet rooted to the ground.
"Well, Tilly," he says in a deep mysterious tone, as the cat walks in figures of eight around his moving feet. I wonder temporarily how she doesn't trip him up. "You brought a guest!"
"I- Urrr... Your cat- Umm... I-" I stutter, not being able to construct a sentence, before settling on "S-Sorry?" He laughs. His smile is beautiful. I sigh inwardly. No, Lilith! Snap out of it!
"Why sorry? Come in!" He says warmly, taking my hand and pulling me into the house. "I'm Nixon."
"Lilith," I say quietly, regaining the ability to speak.
"Pretty name. What brings you here, Lilith?" He asks, emphasizing my name like he's trying it on for size.
"Your cat. She turned up on my window and I followed her here because... Umm. I don't really know." I hurriedly explain.
"Her name's Tilly. She's a stray. I feed her here each night." He releases my hand and bends down to pet Tilly, who purrs in appreciation. When he stands two other boys have joined us.
"Nix, she's Erudite! Are you crazy?!" One of the boys whispers loudly.
"I know." Nixon replies, his eyes connect to mine for a second before he shoots a look to the boy. "And this is my house. So, I make the rules."
"Okay. Sorry, man!" He says as he and the other boy scurry off quietly.
"So, Lilith, now you're here, might as well have fun, right?" Nixon steps closer to me, so I gave to look up to see his face. I swallow, hard.
"Exactly!" He cuts in, grabbing my hand. "Let's dance!"
The music is quiet and soon gets lost as Nixon pulls me to his chest. Might as well have fun. The words echo in my head. He's right. I slide my hands up my body and raise them above my head, moving my hips. I close my eyes and relax. I haven't felt this carefree for months. Years.
"Lilith," a male voice breaks into my trance. I open my eyes. Nixon. He's smiling.
"Uh huh?" I say, still dancing.
"I'm gunna go get us a drink, be right back," I nod and he leaves.
I continue to dance, until I feel a pair of hands on my waist. I turn, smiling, then stop when I see that the guy with his hands on me is not who I expected. Instead, a taller boy with blond hair and a leather jacket. He lowers his lips to my cheek and whispers to me.
"Hey, gorgeous. I like your dancing." My eyes search the room for Nixon, in panic, although, I'm not sure why. "You're a bad girl leaving the Erudite compound and coming here. Maybe you could show me just how bad?" I push him back. His face retreats from mine, but his hands remain on my waist.
"Leave me alone." I spit. He reminds me of Jake.
"Baby, why? We can have so much fun!" His voice is oozing with arrogance that makes me feel sick. His hands move up my body slowly.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU PERVERT!" I shout, and slap him across the face. He bares his teeth and lurches forward. I close my eyes and prepare for the impact of his body against mine. When no impact comes, I open them. I see the creep pinned to the floor by a body. Nixon.

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