So, I've noticed something, and I thought I'd kind of point it out to all of you. I write my fanfictions because I like to, as I'm sure many of you do as well. But it actually does help me, and probably some other writers out there, when you awesome people actually read/review my stories, and/or even PM me anything you want about anything that's going on for the story, heck, even whatever you want to talk about at all. I don't mind. But when I post some new story and add a couple chapters to it, I'd kind of appreciate the fact that there are still some cool people out there that at least can take not even five minutes to just tell me what they like/dislike about the story or a specific chapter.

Now that I'm done ranting and getting all that out there, onto chapter 3. And remember people, your reviews and such actually do help me become a better writer, and I'm sure it also helps those other brilliant writers out there.

*I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, or Allegiant. Just the copies of the books, but Veronica Roth actually owns them all originally :)

Chapter 3

Tris' POV

"Tobias, you need to talk to him. This is, what, the third time he's been sent home from school because of his mouth and temper. One of these days he's going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and he's going to get himself into major trouble." I tell Tobias when we are in the dinning hall while grabbing a few cans of soda for later while we watch a movie. He just sighs and nods. I don't think he's listening, so I gently grab his shirt collar and pull his face down and connect his lips to mine. He shocked for a second, but quickly replies. After a few seconds, I let him go.

"I heard you loud and clear, Trissy" he smirks at me. I give him a slightly annoyed look, but it's gone in a matter of a couple of seconds.

"Fine, then what did I just say?"

"You said that you wanted me to talk with Scott about his mouth and getting himself in trouble, and that if he someday says the wrong thing to the wrong person, he's going to get himself into major trouble." He smirks at me after putting a slice of chocolate cake on his and my plate. I nod, and we are off towards our apartment.

When we get inside, we see Steven and Scott, at the kitchen table, and they are both working on their homework. Tobias and I just go sit on the couch and watch a movie while the boys are hard at work.

"Scott, can you help me with this please?" Steven asks. He's always been so polite, and almost always using his manners. I smile to myself a little.

"Sure. What is it?" Scott says.

"Well, you're into music more than I am, so I think you could help me with this. If I have this note a full colored circle with the line going down, on the first string, I guess, thent that would make the note an F right?"

"Ya, that's right. and the note above that is G, and the note under the F, where it's in the space of the first and second lines you see, is E. Well, it is for guitar anyways, I'm not so sure about for other instruments. You are learning guitar right?"

"Ya, I am."

"Ok, good. I didn't wanna give you the wrong information for the wrong instrument," They both laugh and then they are silent for a while longer until. Steven speaks again.

"Ok, I'm finished with my homework then. Thanks Scott for the help."

"No, problem. I'm finished too, so I guess that means we finished at the same time then huh buddy?" Steven replies with a little 'Yep' and then he's off to his room to do... whatever it is Steven does. Video games I'm guessing. Soon after that, I start to focus back on the movie again with my head resting on Tobias' chest and his arm wrapped around my shoulder holding me close to his side, and soon I start to fall asleep just like that.

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Tobias' POV

After Tris and I fell asleep during the movie by accident, I carry her to bed bridal style, and lay her down under the blankets. When I look at the clock, it's 11:00pm, so, since I can't go back to sleep for a while, I decide to get a cup of water and read the paper for a little bit from yesterday until I get the one for today later on. But as I'm sitting there at the kitchen table, the silence is broken by some talking coming from down the hall.

Going past my room, I know it's not Tris talking or wathing TV, and I definitely know it's coming from Steven's room, so that's off the list. There is only one other room left, Scott's. I stand outside the door for a little bit to hear what he's watching, or what he's talking about if he's on his phone or laptop to video chat with one of his friends.

"Shay, come on. I said I was sorry so many times." So he's talking to Shay. I wonder what he's sorry for.

"That's not the point Scott. That's what, the third time that you've done that while I was trying to calm you down so you go ad say something like that, but you did it anyways, and you didn't even apologize to my face. You just kept shoving all your stuff in your bag, and slammed the door on your way out." I hear him and her sigh, oddly at the same time. "Scott... I just don't know how much more I can take of this. You don't seem to realize that how much I hurt when I can't be that one thing you need to help you calm down when you go off, running your mouth and getting yourself in trouble."

"So... What are you saying? Please don't say what I think you're gonna say."

Silence.

And it's not a calm silence, it's one of those that could be cut in one swift and painful moment if something was said.

"We're taking a break Scott. I'm not breaking up with you, but I do think that we need a break from each other for a while. Because I really don't think I can handle your constant change of mood from calm and sweet, to being a smart mouth, to just plain aggressive right now for something stupid."

"What he was saying wasn't stupid. It was about something that I don't want mentioned."

"And I'm sure he didn't know it then, but whatever it was, most likely didn't need the kind of reaction you gave him. Goodbye Scott."

Then all I hear is a beeping form a line that went dead.

There you have it people. Three chapters uploaded in the amount of two days. Now, as a gift for being patient, i hope, during my absence, I have a contest up for all of you. The sixth person (yes, it's like one of those radio commercials where it would be like the seventh caller would win tickets to a live show or something) to send me a review, or even a PM counts, will be the first person to be able to have there choice of character mentioned in the next chapter or so in this story.