Convergent (Winner of the Divergent Competition)

*One of three winners of the Divergent fanfiction contest* 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?


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 shield 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 shirt sticks out like a sore thumb. But I stay invisible in the darkness. I then notice the cat dart to a boy in the corner. He is dressed in black skinny jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt. 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, seeming carefully sculpted. 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 wanted 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 out. 
"Your cat. She turned up on my window and I followed her here because... Umm. I-I don’t actually know." I hurriedly explain.
"Her name's Tilly. She's a stray. I just feed her." He releases my hand and bends down to pet Tilly, who purrs in appreciation.
"So, Lilith, now you're here, might as well have fun, right?" Nixon steps closer to me, so I have 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.
"What makes you think you're welcome here?" A low voice growls in my ear, I turn to see a huge boy with dark hair and pale skin. "You make me sick! Thinking that your brains and pretty face can get you anywhere!"
"Hey!" I yell, stepping back. "What gives you the right to talk to me like that?!"
He closes the distance between us again and brings his face down, just inches from mine. "Erudite scum!"
"Back off!" I shout, shoving him back. He stumbles backwards, before regaining his balance. He bares his teeth and lurches forward. I close my eyes and prepare for the impact of his body against mine. When I open them, I see him pinned to the floor by a body. Nixon. 

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