Once we're off the train and separated into teams (Tobias and I on opposite sides), Zeke announces that the game will start in five minutes. Christina squeals with excitement and grabs my hand, dragging me away as we look for a good place to hide. With the paintball gun hanging over my shoulder, I crouch against the wall behind an abandoned building. Christina squats next to me, but we don't dare speak, just in case someone on the other team can hear us.

All of a sudden, we hear shouts and shots fired just around the corner. Christina jumps up and runs the other way. "We should probably split up now," she whispers, squeezing my arm. I nod and turn to run in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, an arm is thrown around me and pulls me back into an old alley. I shriek loudly and try to fight my way out of this persons' arms, until I hear his voice. "Shhh," he whispers into my ear.

"Tris! Tris, where are you, are you ok?" Christina calls when she hears my scream.

"All good, I just-uh-tripped!" I get out, stifling a giggle. "Keep running!" She hesitates but then I hear the sound of paint splattering on the wall of the nearest building, and hear her shoes hitting the ground as she runs for safety.

I turn around and try to scowl at Tobias but he shifts his arms down to my waist and pulls me closer as he backs up against a wall. He pulls me in for a kiss, but I pull away, saying, "You know, I could shoot you right now."

He raises his eyebrows. "You could…" he gets out before leaning down to kiss me again. When he pulls away, he whispers, "but I think this would be much more fun."

I can't keep the smile off my face. "That's debatable." He seems to take this as some sort of challenge and, keeping his hands on my waist, drags me down to the ground so that his back is against the wall. I place my hands firmly on his chest and lean in closer. He keeps one hand gracefully under my chin and rests the other on my thigh as he pulls me in for another long kiss. We continue for a while, my hands making their way along his back and through his hair and his hands on my legs, waist, and chin, until we hear shouts. The calls of our friends pull us back to reality and I finally remember where we are.

Tobias groans and leans back against the wall. "Do we have to get up?"

I wish we didn't but I nod my head, jumping onto my feet and then pulling him up with me. "You know, I never really got to tell you congratulations," he says. I give him a confused look, remembering our hug just after the rankings were posted, but he shakes his head. "No, that was nothing. I really wanted to tell you how proud of you I am," he continues. I smile and look up at him. "Well, I also wanted to do this." And before I know it he's kissing me again. We hear more shouts and this time, I'm the one who grunts angrily. He laughs at my reaction, but I can tell he's just as disappointed as I am.

We start heading back to the tracks, until I remember that, since we're both still alive, the game isn't over. I slow my pace slightly and pull the paintball gun off of my shoulder. Tobias starts turning around to say something and, just as he opens his mouth, I hit him squarely in the chest.

I watch as his facial expression turns from surprise to anger. For a second I think he's actually mad at me, until his mouth breaks into a smile and he begins running toward me. "Oh, you are so going to pay for that!"

I squeal as he chases me all the way to the train tracks, stopping when we both realize that everyone's eyes are on us. "Where have you two been this whole time?" Christina calls out accusingly.

I barely have time to blush (thinking about how we've really spent our night) before Tobias comes up with a quick lie. He smoothly states, "I chased her back around those old warehouses, and out of nowhere she just came out and shot me!" He feigns anger as he scowls at me.

I hear whoops and shouts from my team as they rush in around me. "Then we won!" Christina shouts. I accept their unwarranted praises, but don't break eye contact with Tobias, who smiles at me from a few feet away.