The Things I Never Told You

A/N: This entire story is going to be in Tris's Point of View. Right now Tris is 11, Tobias is 13, and Caleb is 15. Read the A/N at the end! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Chapter 1: The Meeting

I've never been more excited to start the Middle Level at school. There are three "Levels" at my school; The Lower: ages four-eleven; The Middle: ages eleven-fifteen; and the Upper, also known as initiation. At the end of the Middle Level, you go through the Choosing Ceremony, where you choose where you are going to live for the rest of your life. You can choose only once and you can't go back. There are five sections which we call Factions. There Amity; the kind, Candor; the honest, Erudite; the smart ones, Dauntless the brave, and lastly my faction, Abnegation; the selfless. Everyone knows where they're supposed to be. Everyone except me.

Caleb and I are walking home from school when I hear the faint sound of someone crying. I'm taken back for a moment because no one in Abnegation ever cries; it'll brings unnecessary attention to one's self.

The harsh sobs become increasingly louder and I fear it'll call an adult's contemplation.

"Caleb, go on ahead. I think I want to spend some time alone." I say to my older brother.

"Are you sure Beatrice? This is where the Factionless live and I don't want you to get caught up with them." he says with true concern weaving through his words.

"I'm sure. I just was to take a detour." I say, sending him a convincing smile.

"Alright Beatrice, be home before dinner and no talking with boys." he make a sour face at the word 'boys'.

"Trust me Caleb, boys are the last thing I'm thinking about right now! I'll see you at home." I say while shooing him away. He turns back to me once more to wave, then he disappears around the corner. Once out of my sight, I turn toward the whimpers.

I hop over a fallen street lamp and peer into a huge abandon building. I see a clump of grey sitting on a broken slab of cement. Its body shakes violently and the cries almost burst my eardrums. I reach my hand out; attempting to soothe the sad person. I barely skim the person's coat with my fingertips and with not even a blink of an eye, I'm shoved again the wall. My back collides with the cold, hard concrete, sending a shiver down my spine. A strong arm is place underneath my chin, forcing me to take small, shallow breaths.

When my attacker sees I'm not the person he wants, he drops me on my ass. He. A boy?

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone." he says. He must not be much older than me because his voice sounds...weak. He lets his arm drop and walks away with his head down.

"Why were you crying?" I ask, trying to make my voice sound gentle but instead it comes out hoarse and quiet. I clear my throat and try again. "Why were you crying?"

"I've never met a curious Abnegation before." he says, still not looking at me.

"I'm not most Abnegation, My name is Beatrice, you are?"

"I can see Beatrice, most girls would not talk to me."

"Who are you?" I say a little firmer. He turns his face towards me. His face is pale and his eyes are puffy pink. His eyes, all though bloodshot, are the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

"Tobias. Tobias Eaton." he says standing up straight. Eaton. Marcus Eaton. I remember a few years ago Mrs. Evelyn Eaton died from child birth. I remember my mother making banana-walnut muffins for her family. Tobias Eaton. The motherless son.

"Marcus's boy?" I ask, same quiet voice but clearer. He nods, but it's so little I almost didn't notice it. "Can I ask you why you were crying?"

"No," he takes a breath, "At least not now." this time I'm the one to nod weakly. "So..." he drags out. His face has turns back to a bronze tan and his eyes are no longer swollen, I can clearly see how blue they are. Like a storm over the ocean before the break of day.

"Do you want to walk home with me?" I ask, trying to make this as least awkward as possible.

"Um, yeah, sure." he says. I don't know where I got this little ounce of bravery, but I stick my hand out so he could take it. Shocked, he intertwines our hands together. Abnegation is not fond on someone touching someone else; especially the opposite sex.

We walk, hand-in-hand towards our identical, cement houses. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tobias sneak little stares at me. I have no idea why though. I am not pretty or smart, just the opposite actually. I'm frail and boney. Pale and cold. Shy and an outsider. No one has ever look me in that kind of way. Abnegation girls "all look the same." Not on my opinion. There are so many girls my age, who boys have already asked their parents' permission to have an arranged marriage.

I can slowly feel Tobias's hand get sweaty and cold. When we walk up to our street, I see Caleb sitting on the front steps; waiting for me. I go to wave at him but he gets up and doesn't even bother to make eye contact with me; he has his gaze on something else. I slowly follow his stare and it connects with Susan. Oh, I think. As Tobias and I draw closer to our homes, which are right next door, he squeezes my hand once before letting it go. My hand feels cold and lonesome. It drops down to the side and sways there for a moment. Tobias and I stare at each other, before I see a small curve forming on his lips. A smile. Well, more like a smirk, but cute, small, and plain simple.

He turns from me and I let out a small sigh. So faint, I thought no one would hear it, but apparently Tobias did.

"See you later, Beatrice, okay?" he says, over his shoulder. I don't know why, but his small comment make my face burn and my stomach twist with excitement. I already know my cheeks are probably rosy and I have a girlish grin plastered on my lips.

He chuckles softly and I wheeze out a nervous giggle.

"Okay." I say.

Without another word, he slips into his house. I turn to walk away when I see Caleb on the steps again, one light brown eyebrow raised. He doesn't look amused or even pleased to see me. He has the look of shame written all over his eyes. I have never seen him this way. Almost like he's scolding me with only his eyes doing the talking.

"Beatrice, what did I say about boys?" he says, his voice is cold, like I'm a child who got caught doing something I shouldn't have. I hesitate before answering:

"He was sad, and I thought it would be selfless of me to help him throughout it and what about Susan?" I raise an eyebrow as well. His eyes dart away from mine, but I keep glaring at him. Sooner than later, he matches my eyes.

"Beatrice, I told you to stay away from boys, period. I don't like it when you disobey me. Dad and mom are going out to dinner with some other coworkers. We are to make a small dinner for ourselves, do our homework, and go to bed. Nothing more." he pauses to take a break. I nod to this new information. I turn to go inside, when Caleb snatches my wrist and squeezes it so hard, I wince. I jerk my arm back, indicating want him to let go, but him grip tightens. I bite my lip to stifle a scream as his nails dig into my skin.

"Caleb, what are you doing?" I ask in an urgent-painful-whimper.

"I never want to see or hear that you talked to that boy ever again, are we clear." his voice is low and cold. I nod faintly. He let's go of my wrist and it's all red with the blood collected from his death-grip. Tears are welling in my eyes and I blink fast to keep them from slipping out in public. I rush inside, sprint up stair to my colorless bedroom, where a hard, plain mattress awaits me.

I fall onto my bed- groaning as I hit it, it's like falling on a slab of wood- and burst into sobs. I hold my pillow to my face to make them softer.

The physical pain left from earlier this evening is durable, but the emotional pain lasts. I have never seen Caleb this enraged. He has never touched me to show his disappointment. I don't like this new Caleb. He has change. Maybe he is stressed out about the Choosing Ceremony in a couple weeks, but he had no right to treat me like that.

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I must have fallen asleep because I hear a soft knock on my door. When I lift me head, there is a wet patch under my cheek. I wipe the dried tears and sleep out of my eyes, and smooth down my hair.

"Beatrice, can I come in?" Caleb asks gently. I don't want to see he's face right now, but I don't want to disobey him either. I nod meekly, then realize he can't see me. I clear my throat and say:

"Yes, you can," I say, my voice still shaky. The door opens with a creak. His eyes are bloodshot and his brows are crimson. I know he's been crying as well.

"Beatrice, I'm-I'm so-sorry-" his voices cracks and he drops to his knees, hands on his eyes, his sobs shakes his body so much I thought the neighbors would hear.

"Caleb, why did you hurt me?" I can feel the tears burning the back of my eyes and my vision blurs.

"I just do want you to get caught up with boys, and you're my little sister. I don't want you to get hurt by anyone. Especially another man. I'm sorry I hurt you. I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. Will you ever be able to forgive me?" there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I really so want to forgive him, I just think I can never trust him any time soon.

"I forgive you, Caleb. Just tell me why you don't want me to get caught up with boys, when you're always sneaking around with Susan." I say, getting my voice back.

"We've known Susan since I was three. She and I connect. I want to be with her, all the time and I know that sounds selfish, but I think I'm in love with her." his lips form a small smile. I could never think of Caleb as the selfish type. He has always been the most selfless person I know, besides my parents.

"If you're in love, then why are you so angry all the time?"

"I don't know if I'll stay in Abnegation." that small confession changes everything. Caleb leaving? I always knew Caleb was suited for the selfless life that Abnegation provides. He can't leave.

"Caleb, why do you say this?"

"I think I'll choose Erudite. They have always festinated me and the knowledge is always open."

I run over to him, propelling myself into his arms, the arms that just hurt me so few hours ago. I help him of the floor and we sit side-by-side on my bed for a long time.

"I'm so sorry, Beatrice." he says. "Come on I made a peace offering- also known as dinner." he says with a meager smile, which I return.

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That night I dream about Tobias. Before he left, he put a small, gentle kiss on my cheek. I grab his hand to stop him and he locks eyes with me. I slowly move our faces together, that's when I spring out of bed; hyperventilating. My sheets are sweat-soaked and my mind is running wild. I have never, in my entire life, have had a dream about a boy, beside my father and Caleb. Especially a dream like that.

I look out my window that is facing the Eaton house. My mind wanders and I look in to see if Tobias in any of their windows. Nothing. All lights are off and not even the crickets are chirping. It's not yet dawn, but there are a few Factionless people out and about.

I'm about to turn back to my bed, when a flicker of movement catches my eye. Tobias is leaning against the window sill, looking up. Even as young as he is, he easily stands over six foot. I find myself staring at him. He's not the boy I met this evening. This boy looks strong and proud, not weak and frail. I smile to myself.

Suddenly, I see a hand waving at me. Tobias. He's signaling me? I blink a few to get barring and I see him pointing down. Down? Does he want to meet me? I hold out one finger, telling him to wait a minute.

I rush into my room and throw on an over coat-since I'm only wearing my nightdress. Dad and mom came home a couple hours ago, so I have to tiptoe through my house in hopes that my parents don't wake up. I slip out my back door and quietly hike across the road to the Eaton house.

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A/N: Hah Cliffhanger! No, I'll be back next week and I need you guys to tell me if you want short chapters=more updates or longer chapters=I'll update when I'm finished. You decide. If you guys want long chapters, I'll update every Sunday night, if you guys want shorter chapters, I'll update Sunday and Wednesday NIGHTS. Sad to say I can't update during the day 'cause school, work, and family things due to the upcoming holidays! Once again this is chapter 1 of The Things I Never Told You, I'm starting off with them young, then in a few chapters I'll jump into Tobias's Choosing Ceremony and so on. Now I have read a story like this, but I only read it once- it was only a couple chapters long-and I could never find it again, but my story goes back farther than the other one, so yeah. If you know what that story is called PM me or something. Sorry for this extra-long A/N but I said what had to be said. One more thing: READ, REVIEW, FOLLOW, FAVORITE, AND HAVE AN AWESOME DAY/NIGHT!

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