I do not own Divergent or any of the characters

A/N: There is a lot of jumping back and forth between POVs in the first chapter, I'm trying to get their thoughts out there for you

Enjoy!

I recognized her.

Why did I recognize her. My head hurt so bad just trying to remember. The blonde hair, the hazel eyes. I stared at the who girl looking down at a paper in her hand, then she looked up and our eyes met.

I remembered.

Tris Prior.

Tris POV

I recognized him the moment I saw him. I couldn't believe he was going to Standford University, I had no idea. I could tell he was trying to remember just who I was. I tried not to make eye contact, I felt embarrassed almost.

We hadn't parted ways easily, or nicely for that matter.

Two years earlier

"What do you mean you want to break up," I felt tears pricking the back of my eyes, and my blood began to boil.

"Tris, I'm going to college, I think it's best for both of us to part ways, you're still in high school, you have different goals than I do. You need to focus on your task at hand."

"Eric, are you serious? You're going to throw away two years? What's the matter, you want those college girls," I was enraged.

"No, Tris...it's not that," he reached to grab my hand, I pulled it away. I ignored the hurt in his eyes.

"You know what? You're right. We do need to go our separate ways."

I turned to leave and I never looked back.

I finally felt the courage to look up. I could feel his eyes scanning over me, looking for some sort of answer. As soon as we made eye contact, it was obvious that he knew.

Eric POV

She had changed so much since I had last seen her two years ago. She was slightly taller, more filled out, her hair was longer. But she was still the beautiful girl I had foolishly let go. I stood frozen trying to get myself to walk to her. Why would she want to see me, she probably hated me.

The truth is I never wanted to break up with her. I just didn't want to hold her back. Her parents had a great deal to do with it, they didn't want her chasing after me while she was in high school trying to focus on graduating. My parents told me I needed to let her go, because it wouldn't work out with me being so far away from her.

I still loved her.

She was still looking at me, and then she let a small smile cross her face. That's all I needed, I made my way across the short distance between us.

"Tris," I said quietly, almost in disbelief that she was standing in front of me, "it's been a long time."

She let her eyes cast down, "it has been hasn't it."

"How have you been, you look great," I was trying so hard not to be awkward. I wanted so badly to kiss her, to hold her in my arms.

"I've been good," she replied, looking up biting her lip, "you look good too."

That look she had on her face, I couldn't take my eyes off of her lip between her teeth. She knew it drove me wild.

"Um, do you know where this apartment building is," she quickly asked, she handed me the paper in her hand.

I reached out and took it, our fingers brushed and I felt the same electric spark flow through me as I always had when I touched her. Her eyes grew wide and her face turned red. She felt it too.

"Yeah, apartment 22C is this way, I'll take you," I pointed in the direction behind us.

"Uh, no it's ok, I don't want to take up your time," she took the paper out of my hands before grabbing up two heavy duffel bags.

"Tris," I grabbed her arm lightly before she walked away, she froze at the contact, "I would be happy to take you."

She nodded slowly, her mouth just slightly agape. I took the duffel bags from her clenched fists and we walked.

Tris POV

I watched the way Eric's muscles flexed when he carried my bags for me. I wished so badly that his arms were wrapped around me. No, Tris. He probably has a girlfriend. Stop. I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.

My parents told me it was for the best when he broke up with me, they told me I would find some one better, someone my age. It was no secret they didn't want us together. But that was then, this is now, I was on my own...free to make my own decisions.

I still loved him.

"So how's college life been treating you," I asked breaking the silence as we walked through crowded walkways, "you must have a ton of girlfriends."

He laughed a little at the last part of my statement, "college has its benefits."

That's it? Really Eric. He slipped past a few more bodies, and made his way to a glass door.

It wasn't as crowded inside.

"No, I don't have any girlfriends," he continued, no way, "what about you, have you started dating anyone, I see all these guys doing double takes."

I laughed I could hear a pang of jealousy in his tone, "no, I don't have any boyfriends."

Eric POV

She doesn't have a boyfriend?

"Here we are", I said stopping in front of a wooden door with 22C carved into it.

"Thank you, Eric," she set her backpack down in front of the door, "I probably wouldn't have found it myself."

I still had the urge to kiss her, right now. She was biting her lip again.

"I live a floor above you," I shook away my thoughts, "if you ever need anything, or want to come by."

She smiled, the light from the hallway danced in her hazel eyes, "I'd like that."

Then she moved, her arms wrapped around my torso, I felt so tense almost forgetting what to do. Hug her back you idiot. I wrapped my arms around her small, but muscled frame. It was just like I remembered it. I rested my head on hers, inhaling sharply. She still smelled like I remembered.

"Excuse me," a voice came from behind us, we broke away from our embrace and turned to see a short dark haired girl standing, looking almost impatient.

"Sorry," Tris spoke first, "you must be Christina."

Roommate.

"That's me, you're Tris," she held out her hand smiling. Tris shook it firmly.

"I better get going, I have to get to class," I interrupted. Tris turned back to me and gave me a short hug.

"Thank you again, Eric."

I scratched the back of my neck nervously, "um, like I said you can stop by any time if you need something. Or you can text me too. I still have the same number." I felt like I was babbling.

"Ok," she nodded and smiled, "see you later then."

I turned on my heel and walked to the stairs to head up to my apartment. Fuck, who was I kidding, she wasn't going to text me.