Yeah so the oneshot thing sucked... I suck at those really. So the next chapter is born!

TRIS POV

I wake up to the knocking on my door. I sit up and look at my phone for the time. 10:37 A.M. I roll off the bed and open the door. Caleb stands there with wrapping paper crumpled around a box.

"I need help wrapping..." He says quickly with a sigh. He looks at me ,and opens his mouth to say something but stops

"Why? Your books don't tell you how to do it in nerd language?" I say and yank the gift from his hands. My voice was hoarse.

"No, Just wrap it up for Susan please?"

I nod and usher him out the door. I sit down on my bed and put my hands to my face. I get up to go to the bathroom. I flick the lights on and look in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and red from crying. My nose is red also. Tear stains my cheeks . I touch my throat. It was soar form screaming into my pillow. I turn on the faucet and splash the ice cold water at my face . I brush my teeth ,and I then leave to change before wrapping Caleb's gift. I take the box and grab peppermint patterned wrapping paper. I place it on the papper and measure how much I need. I cut it and start wrapping the paper around the white box. I fold the ends into a pointed triangle and tape it up . I place a red bow on the top and label it for Caleb with special tags.

i take the box and set it in the living room.

"Who is that for?" Dad asks.

"Susan, from Caleb." I say going into the kitchen. My mom flips the pancakes on the pan,and turns around to grab plates from the cupboard.

"Beatrice, good morning." She says.

"Morning,Mum." I say as she puts two pancakes on a plate for me. "Sorry I missed breakfast."

"It's okay. I made these just for you." She says as she places the fluffy cakes on another plate and passes me the syrup. I grab a fork and knife and dive into breakfast . Mom takes a seat next to me.

"Do you want to talk about yesterday?"

I choke on the pancake pieces I stuffed in my mouth. Mom pats my back and gets me a glass of water. I down it quickly and take a deep breath afterwards.

"No..." I say.

"Okay, I understand." I saw the sad look on her face. She's one of those mothers who like to talk to her kids about their problems. I just never have done that. Caleb though goes on about it with her . I like to keep it to myself.

I cut another piece of pancake and eat it slowly so I don't choke on it. I finish off the pancakes and wash my plate ,fork and knife. I slip my phone from my pocket and check the time . It is almost twelve in the afternoon. I text Christina .

I'll see you at work later.-Tris

I take the night shifts at the Pit on weekends, and I tend to get more tips that way. Whatever helps. I have been saving up for an expensive gift for my mom,but I haven't seen anything. I slip on my sneakers and take a wlak outside. I put on my grey peacoat and blakc scarf. My skinny jeans cling to me as the frigid December air blew at me. I walk down the sidewalk and listen to the crunch of the snow beneath my feet. I just concentrate on that sound for who knows how long. I suddenly stop as I realize where my feet were taking me-

Eric's house

I see him pulling out his suit case from the house and into a car. I stand there and watch him walk back inside . Still standing there, I see him exit with Jeanine.

"Why?" He says to her rather loudly. She speaks with a soft tone. I couldn't catch her words,because of my distance. I watch her whisper something to him,and he just takes a step back . With an angry yet a crestfallen face, he gets into the car . I stand there and watch the car pull out from the drive way. Wheels crunching against the snow ,and he was gone. I wanted to cry,but I didn't like the thought of strangers watching me cry. Crying in public seemed weak to me. I turn on my heel and leave the scene.

Instead, I turn the corner of the block to a street that wasn't as familiar,but I continued on it. I look down at the snow underfoot ,as I think of Eric. Tears overflow my eyes and spill over and land in the snow. I still kept walking . I was crying,but I didn't make a sound. I just let the tears fall,untill I ran into someone.

'' Sorry-" I clear my throat ,which was still hoarse form screaming. "I should pay more attention." I say quietly.

"No it's quite alright,but it doesn't seem that way for you." a deep voice rings in my ears. I look up and see blue eyes .

"Oh, it's you." I say wiping away my tears and looking away from his eyes.

"Yeah ,it is . " He looks at my face,but I continue looking off and around me. "Rough day?"

I chuckle and wipe away a tear that just fell out." More than rough. It's agonizing." I say choking on a sob."

"Different than the kick ass girl I met yesterday." He says chuckling. I glare at him.

"Just move out of the way,Four." I push pass him. "What kind of parents name their kid a number?"

"I'm not a kid. I'm 27 ,and it's a nickname."

"Oh... Are you sure? Maybe your parents always wanted to remind you how old you are in here." I say flicking the sid eof his head. He swats my hand away.

"You shouldn't say that to a police officer ,Miss." He pulls out his badge.

"Oh you ..." I shut my mouth and turn away. Stomping away, I hear him chuckle in the background and take a turn around a corner. I keep walking staight . I take another turn right. Then I keep walking,but I stop as to realize I have never been on this side of the neighborhood before.

"Maybe if I just take a left here ..." I take the left and go straight,but I just get more lost. I grab my phone and dial up Chris's phone number.

"Hey,Tris. What's up?"

"Lost. I'm on Wayward Street. Pick me up please."

"Okay, be there."

I stand there after she hung up. "Why did I call her? She doens't even know where this is!" I stand there for a good half an hour when a police car came up. I wave at it to stop. It pulled over in front of me . The officer rolled down his window.

"I'm lost. Could you-" I see the person in the driver seat is wearing jeans. A black t-shirt peeks from underneath his black and red flannel. Also blue eyes.

"Oh, you got lost?" He says teasingly. I sigh and nod.

"Hop in . Where do you live?"

I open the door and take a seat in the passenger seat of the car. I buckle up and tell him my address. He looks at me in amusement.

"You are really upset about something aren't you?"

I glare at him ."Can we not talk about this?"

"Personal?"

"Yeah, really personal." I mumble. I pull out the gift from Eric from my bag. I stare at the silver wrapping paper and white bow.

"To.. Tris... From...Eric?" I hear Four say. My eyes widen and pull the gift to my chest. He just laughs and takes a turn at the crosswalk.

"Who is that?"

I shake my head and look out the window . He looks over at me again. "Who's Eric? Come on. Tell me. It's not like we will ever see each other again."

Four stays quiet after that last statement.

"He's my boyfriend ." I whisper. He looks at me in shock for answering.

"Is he why you are crying?"

I nod. "He's leaving for England. He is going to work for Jeanine Matthews there."

"Ah..." He says. "Why don't you open the gift?"

I shrug. I was going to open it up on Christmas."

"It's tomorrow. It'll be fine."

I stare hard at the present. Looking up at Four, I give in and open the small gift. After removing the wrapping, I stare at the small box. My hands slowly lift the lid. My eyes take in the silver chained necklace with a fire symbol hanging from it. A note peeked beneath it. I took the small piece of paper and opened it up to read it.

Dear Tris,

I hope you won't forget me. No matter where I am or where you are, I will always remember you for sure. No one could replace. Not even in another life. I got the necklace custom made. It is different and special like you. My heart aches leaving you,but I promise you will get over me in no time at all. I though can't and won't get over you,Love. Wear it with thoughts of me.

With Sincere love,

Eric

I start to sob at the end of the note. Four stopped the car in front of my house. I grab the necklace. On the back it said . "Dauntless-Be brave,My Love."

I grip onto it tightly and start crying. Four unbuckled and pulled me into a warm and needed hug.

"You'll be okay,Tris." He pats my back and grabs a handkerchief form his pocket and handed it to me. I wiped away my tears and got out of the car,but instead of going inside , I lean agains this car door.

"I can't walk in like this. " I say to Four. He gives me a questioning look. "I'll look weak. I can't be that in front of them."

He nods and let's me get back in his car.

"Do you have any close friends you want to stay with for a bit?"

I think for a bit as I wipe my eyes. I give him an address,but he stares at me for a bit.

"What?"

"Someone I know lives there. What is their name?"

I look at him. "Zeke Pedrad." He gives me a small smile.

"He's my best friend. Let's go."

I buckle up as he starts the car and takes off. Zeke and him are best friends,but Zeke never told me anything. I couldn't go to Chris's house or any friend that its a girl. They are sure to spill soemthing. I lean into the the passenger seat and think about Eric's engraving in the necklace.

Be Brave,my Love.

I will I promise.