The night was silent next to the track. It was unusual for the Dauntless. Eric Matthews was feeling uneasy as he waited for the train to take him somewhere, anywhere but here. He couldn't get her off his mind. He had a secret that could get him killed. It could get both of them killed if he let her get too close to him.

Charlie.

The name scarred his heart. He couldn't get it out of his mind. The girl was a Candor transfer. She was doing fairly well in initiation. He wanted her gone, out of his life so she didn't get hurt because of him. However, ever since she had appeared, his life had meaning. He wanted to show his nice side.

"Eric?"

He heard a soft voice behind him. He jumped a little and spun around. It was Charlie. He knew he should lecture her, she shouldn't be out here. But he knew if he pointed that out, she'd mention he was with her.

"What are you doing out here so late?" He asked, "You really should be getting some sleep. Stage three starts tomorrow. You'll need all the sleep you can get. Take my word for it." His voice was rough and louder than he intended. He didn't mean to make it sound like he was lecturing her.

"I know." She replied, obviously not bothered by his voice. "I guess I'm just really anxious. One thing Dauntless imitation has proven is everything is easier said than done."

Eric chuckled. "Don't worry, if you make it, Dauntless will be a piece of cake."

Charlie laughed. "You know what?" She asked him, laughing lightly.

"What?" He asked.

"Cake sounds really good right now. You're right, I'm not suppose to be out here, even though you are, so, lets eat cake!"

She reached out and gently took his hand and lead him to the edge of the roof top. He smiled and leaped off, dragging her off behind him. Her shriek shattered the silent night sky. He hit the net hard and she landed on top of him, knocking the breath from his lungs. Despite not being able to breath, he wanted this moment to last forever. He released her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his rock hard chest. He loved being able to hear her steady breathing in his ear.

"Charlie," he whispered, "kiss me."