Hi guys! Thanks for all the follows! So I am going to go ahead and tell you right now, there are nine chapters, but most of them are close to one thousand words. I hate to be one of those people, but I am going to wait until I get three reviews on this chapter until I post the next one. I just want to se what you guys think. As always, happy reading!

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"The first stage of initiation is primarily physical. You will learn how to fight your enemies, and how to win."

Tobias told the transfers. He demonstrated a series of punches, and then all the transfers went to different punching bags, and started trying them out for themselves.

We had ten transfers. There were five from Candor, three girls: Annie, Claire, and Callie and two boys: Luke and Alfred. Then we had three from Erudite, two boys: Robert and Blake, and one girl: Lucy. There was only one Abnegation: David, and one Amity: Ava. I could tell that the three girls from Candor were going to be a handful, because they kept looking over at Four and whispering about him. Whenever they needed help, Four would send me over there to help them, much to their disappointment, but I think he did that on purpose.

"Four, would come tell me how to do this punch? It's really confusing me, and Tris isn't helping that much."

I raise my eyebrows, but don't say anything. Four gives me a look that asks why he ever signed up for this job, but goes over to them anyway. I know that Tobias hates when girls do that, but as we pass each other, he touches my shoulder lightly, and I know not to worry.

"Oh my freaking god, I am going to KILL myself."

Christina says, her face in her hands, staring at her piece of toast with fierceness in her eyes that should really not be spent on toast.

"Please don't."

Will says, taking a break from his eggs.

"It is the fourth fucking day in the first fucking week of a ten week fucking initiating!"

Christina tells us. I look at Tobias with my eyebrows raised.

"Why didn't I do transfers with you guys? Dauntless initiates are driving. Me. Crazy!"

Christina says, still staring at her toast.

"Well at least you don't have the girls swooning over your husbands every move."

I say, turning back to my oatmeal. Tobias looked at me, his cheeks flushing.

"They don't swoon."

He said, looking at me. It was lunchtime, and Annie and all her little pals had been extremely obnoxious lately.

"Well good thing that the physical training will be over in a couple days. Then we get to put them through simulations, and watch them squirm!"

I say with a mischievous glint in my eye.

It was around seven o'clock, and Tobias and I were in the bedroom, talking about the simulations and the rankings for stage one and just kissing and talking like normal. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I should probably mention that Tobias was only wearing his pants, and I was in navy short shorts with a silk, red, flowy, tank top that showed a lot of my stomach.

"Will you get that, babe?"

I said, turning to him with a huge smile plastered on my face. He looked annoyed, but then smiled and groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and across the room. I heard the door open.

"Who is it?"

I called out to him. I sat up in bed, and scooted down to the end so that I could see the door. Standing in the frame of the door was Annie, and standing behind her was Claire. Though I could not see the side of the door that was closest to the bedroom, I could make a safe bet that Callie was there too. How do they know where we live? I got up, and slowly walked out the bedroom towards to door. As far as I knew, none of the initiates knew that four and I were together, and I wanted to see the shocked look on their faces. I walked up to Tobias, and, pretending to neither know nor notice who was at the door, innocently asked,

"Who's at the door?"

Tobias had one hand on the door, holding it open, and the other on his hip, looking annoyed at the girl's presence. The girls faces, however, were trained on the sole fact that their hot instructor did not have a shirt on. He turned to me, his eyes suddenly lighting up. The girls took their time turning their faces away from my husband's bare chest, but when they did, the look on their face was priceless.

"Uh..um..hey, hello, uh Tris."

Annie stuttered, taken aback by the fact that her two instructors were married.

"Anything I can help you with?"

I ask as sweetly as I can, standing beside Tobias. He has not looked away from me since I walked into the room. As if to prove a point to the nosy sixteen year olds, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and started to kiss my neck, slowly. The Three Musketeers were very taken aback and stunned by this, but I continued as if nothing was happening.

"Um..yeah, I was just wondering, we just needed some help on…"

"Fighting."

Claire improvised for her friend.

"We, uh, we're here for fighting."

What liars.

"Sorry, guys, but I'm not allowed to give help to you guys after lunch, so if you want help, you can come ask me tomorrow before your guy's fights. I can give you the tips then; at least we'll know whom your fighting at that point, so I can be more specific. Well, I think you guys can show yourselves out."

At that point, I turned to Tobias and kissed him back, hard. He lifted me onto to the island that separated our kitchen from the doorway. We kissed passionately, trying to scare the hell out of our initiates. We both pulled back as soon as the door closed.

"Good acting."

Tobias said, moving his hands from around my waist to my shoulders.

"Not bad yourself."

I hopped down from the counter and walked around the island to get some orange juice from the fridge.