A/N: Hey everyone. I have been working on this story and finally finished this chapter. I am currently working on the next chapter and hopefully will be done with it soon. I am trying to build up a good number of chapters before I get crazy busy with school since it is the end of the semester and finals will consume my life soon. That being said, this chapter is pretty much chapter 2 but from Four's POV. I wanted to do this to show Four's side of the conversations that occur and so you can see Four with the guys and get a little of his story from the past year. I will let you know that Four is a major dick in this chapter and will be a major dick for a while in this story. Just like in the book, Four has two personalities. In my story, Four is a major dick, smart ass, and a huge womanizer. He will eventually turn into sweet, caring, and loving Tobias, but not for a while, so bear with this version of Four. Thank you everyone who has favorited, followed, and reviewed, please keep up the love and enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent because Veronica Roth does.

Chapter 3
(Fours POV)

This past year has rocked, well mostly rocked. We went on a giant stadium tour all across America and even had a few stops up in Canada. We played for sold out stadiums in every city we went to, with upwards of 50,000 people. The band also made a surprise stop at this music festival and I swear there were like 100,000 people there. It was insane.

The tour was killer, but there was some rain on our killer parade. Our third album dropped a few weeks before we left for tour, and it of course dropped at number one and stayed there for weeks, until that Tris girl. Her album came out about a month after ours and she knocked us from the number one spot. Not only that, she stayed at number one longer than any of our albums have. To say I was pissed is an understatement. I was furious, probably even beyond furious, whatever that is. I even called Max from tour and chewed him out about it. He, of course, explained that the music business is full of ups and downs and right now her music was what people wanted to hear and they were intoxicated by what she had to say. This only infuriated me more, to the point that I punched a hole in the dressing room wall at the show that night. Once her album started dropping down the charts, I started to calm down, but that doesn't mean I still wasn't angry.

How in the hell did some little girl, who only sang sad songs, beat us? I have no clue and it sure as he'll isn't going to happen again. She better not steal anymore of what is rightfully mine, I mean ours.

Besides that little problem, the tour was amazing. We are now back in the studio to start recording our fourth album and hopefully start planning our killer world tour. Not only that, this weekend the label is honoring us with a sick party. Everyone on the label and every big wig in the music business will be there. The one bad part, we have to listen to the other artists on the label butcher and mangle our songs. I am not looking forward to that, but according to Max it is a great honor to have your songs covered by other artists. I don't see it that way, but there is not much I can do to change his mind on the matter. I will just have to suffer through it like the pro I am.

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The guys and I enter the busy studio and, of course, everyone stops and stares the instant they realize it is us walking through the building. We head straight for Max's office and I just walk in without even knocking.

"What's up Max?" I ask plopping down on the couch in his office.

"Four, how many times do I have to ask that you knock before entering my office?" Max asks immensely irritated.

"Chill Max, it;s not like you were doing anything." I reply a little smugly.

"Four, I don't care if I was or wasn't doing anything. You have no right to barge in here like you own the place because news flash, you don't." Max scolds authoritatively, causing the others to have to hold back their laughs at the site of me being put in my place.

"Whatever" I huff out, leaning back more into the couch.

"Now boys, I am glad to have you back in the studio. It hasn't been the same without y'all. That being said, this is a big week for y'all with the whole party honoring y'all this weekend. You need to prepare a song and a speech thanking everyone. Please act like you're grateful." Max explains, staring accusingly at me on the last part.

I just shrug in response to his dig and the guys have to hold back another laugh.

"That is all for now. Please go work on what I told you to. Tori should be in studio B waiting for y'all." Max states dismissing us from his office.

"Dude I know you have like this whole smart ass, dick thing going on and don't get me wrong we have come to terms with it and just deal with it but maybe you could keep that side of you in check when talking to max." Zeke states irritated as we head into studio B.

"Seriously dude, it is probably not the best idea to piss of the guy who is in charge of our contract." Will chimes in.

"Guys chill. Max knows I'm just messing around. Plus there is no possible way he would kick us off the label. We are his biggest money makers and he knows if he cuts us he would lose millions of dollars. I can act like the biggest smart ass or dick I want and he won't do anything about it." I reply confidently. I know that Max could probably punish me in some way, but nothing as serious as cutting us from the label. Any moron knows that Max loves money more than anything and he hates losing money, which is what would happen if he cut us.

"If you say so but I'm serious. You need to tone down the act with Max. Better safe than sorry." Zeke states assertively.

"Fine whatever" I reply with an eye roll.

"Hey guys, how was tour?" Tori asks curiously.

"It was sick." Zeke states excitedly.

We chat a little while longer about tour. We all talk about how much fun it was out on tour and tell stories about all the crazy shit we did.

"Glad to hear y'all had fun, but it is time to get down to business. We have to work on whatever song y'all are going to perform Saturday at your party." Tori states.

"Sounds good, let's get going." Uriah states eagerly.

After a few hours of arguing over what song to perform and a little bit of rehearsal, Tori lets us have a break. We head out towards the kitchen area to get food. We sit at one of the tables talking about nothing in particular until Uriah turns to talk directly to Zeke.

"Hey Zeke, Shauna is in studio A. You should go talk to her." Uriah states encouragingly nudging Zeke in the side with his elbow.

"I don't know. We haven't really talked much since before I left. What if she isn't in to me anymore?" Zeke questions nervously.

"Dude, you will never know if you don't man up and ask." Uriah replies mockingly.

"If you are too much of a baby I'll go get her for you." I chime in just as mockingly as Uriah, adding on a chuckle.

"I'm not a baby." Zeke bites out defensively.

"Then go talk to her." Will states matter of factly.

"I don't know" Zeke replies timidly.

"I'm going to get her." I state as I start heading towards studio A. I stop just before leaving to say mockingly "You should probably grow a pair before she gets here."

I can hear Will and Uriah laughing and a lot of curses towards me coming from Zeke. I reach studio A and open the door without even knocking. I lean against the doorway listening in on the conversation between the two girls, but the instant I hear Tris say something about my band's music I have to jump in.

"Excuse me?" I state in a low, angry voice interrupting them.

"Excuse me? How about excuse you? This is a private conversation, hence why the door was closed." Tris bites out, obviously annoyed by my interruption.

"You obviously don't know who I am, because if you did you would know that I can go wherever the hell I want, closed door or not." I reply smugly, the smirk I had been wearing never leaving my lips.

"Oh I know exactly who you are, but I never thought you were this arrogant." Tris states smartly with a chuckle, crossing her arms across her chest.

I can feel the anger starting to build up inside of me. How dare this little girl call me arrogant? Sure, she is dead on, but that doesn't give her a right to call me out on it. No one calls me out on anything.

"Arrogant? I am not arrogant. I am the sweetest guy in the world." I reply innocently trying to hide my anger. My comment causes both Shauna and Tris to bust out laughing. My smirk turns into a scowl, and I can tell that this little change is satisfying the hell out of Tris. This only pisses me off more, but I am so over this little interaction I just get to the point of my visit.

"Whatever. Shauna I came to tell you that Zeke wants to see you. He has been pouting the whole tour missing you." I state matter of factly before turning on my heels to leave.

After practically storming off from the studio I head outside fuming. I slam the back door that leads to the ally and let out a load groan in frustration once outside.

I quickly start pacing back and forth trying to process what she just said to me. How dare she say that? Our music is not just noise. Yes, the songs on our second and third albums don't have much meaning behind them but that doesn't make our music just noise. Shit, if it was just noise we wouldn't have so many fans or have sold so many damn albums. She has no right to say that about our music. Does she think that just because she writes music with a crap ton of meaning that she has a right to criticize other's music that is different from hers? She is so damn infuriating. I should go back in there and give her a piece of my mind. No one talks shit about my music and gets away with it.

I storm back inside and straight to studio A. I am fuming in rage, to the point of I was in a cartoon there would be smoke coming out of my ears, but I decide to take different approach and play it nice and sweet. I clear my throat from the doorway to get her attention.

"I am busy." Tris states pointedly without looking up from her journal.

"I just wanted to finish that conversation we were having before you rudely started laughing at me." I reply in the sweetest tone I can muster.

"Well if you can't tell, I am busy writing real music. So if you could please just leave me alone, that would be great." Tris bites out, still not looking at me. Wow, she is insanely rude. The polite thing to do when talking to someone is to look at them, but I guess she just isn't polite.

"What is your problem? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" I question, trying to hide the anger starting to boil up inside me, but I can tell I failed.

"You didn't do anything personally to me. Hell, I doubt if you even know who I am." Tris answers, finally looking up at me with a scowl. I can't believe she thinks I am that self absorbed that I don't know who she is. It is kind of hard not know the girl who knocked us from number one and is taking over this label.

"Then what is your problem?" I ask, crossing my arms across his chest.

"My problem is this." Tris states, motioning up and down at me. "You are arrogant as hell. You think that everyone should bow down to you and that you are some God because your band is always number one. Add on the fact that your music is crap and meaningless, and you get a guy I don't like." Tris explains harshly, causing me to get even angrier. Oh, this girl is just asking for me to chew her out, but I know I should keep myself in check.

"Those are some big words coming from such a little girl." I bite out with a chuckle. I can tell this comment gets to her, which makes me feel satisfied.

"And you just proved my point further. Now if you would please leave, I have work to do." Tris replies smugly, turning her attention back to her journal.

"Whatever, you are so not worth the time." I state with an aggravated huff before leaving the room and heading back to studio B. I really didn't want to just give up like that, but I knew if I didn't leave then I would have exploded which would not have ended very well.

"That bitch!" I shout insanely frustrated as I slam the door after entering studio B. All the guys stare at me like I'm crazy before Zeke finally speaks up.

"Four, what's wrong?" Zeke questions cautiously.

"Tris" I spit out. The taste of her name feels bitter in my mouth and I can't help the furry that's radiating out me.

"What did she do?" Zeke questions still cautious with his words

I mumble out a few things that aren't audible to anyone but me as I pace back and forth trying desperately to let off some steam before speaking. "She is such a little bitch." I finally spit out angrily.

"Wait, are you sure that this girl was Tris?" Uriah chimes in curiously.

"Yes I'm sure. Why the hell would I lie about that?" I bite out harshly.

"Dude, keep that anger away from me. I was just curious seeing as I spent some time with her back when she was recording her album and she was the farthest thing from a bitch. She was timid and shy and barely talked. When she did talk she was extremely nice." Uriah explains calmly, trying not to piss me off more.

"She is a girl Uriah. She was probably just acting like that because she wanted to get in your pants. Girls will do anything and act anyway to get what they want." I state matter of factly. I have a lot of experience with girls acting differently when they are around me. They think the innocent act will make me want them more, but really it just annoys me because it is obvious as hell that they are anything but innocent.

"I don't know man. Have you listened to her music like really listened? Most of it is about being heartbroken and sad. I doubt she was trying to get in my pants." Uriah explains, obviously a little hurt by my words.

"You actually listen to the crap she calls music?" I question, the anger inside of me rising even higher.

"Yes. It is really good stuff." Uriah answers a little timidly.

"Seriously Four, her music is amazing." Will chimes in confidently.

"You guys are crazy. That girl is destroying our status at number one and you like her music?" I shout furiously. What the hell is wrong with them? How could they like and praise the girl who is knocking us down.

"Four chill." Zeke chimes in calmly. "Yes, her music is amazing but that doesn't mean ours isn't. Come on we are getting fucking honored this weekend because of how amazing we are. Just relax."

"The minute we relax she will swoop in and steal everything we have worked our asses off to get. Do you really want to go back to our lives before this?" I question overly frustrated.

"Of course not but that won't happen. Sure, she may get somethings that we don't but that doesn't mean that we still aren't number one. We will always be on top." Zeke explains confidently.

"I hope you're right because I have a bad feeling about her." I state a little ominously.

"Whatever man. Let's get to work. We have a song to prepare." Will states causing all of us to relax a little.

I know I shouldn't worry about Tris but something deep inside of me tells me to watch my back. I can't lie, her music is amazing and I have actually listened to it. Maybe Uriah is right and she really is some timid and shy girl, seeing as that is what her music portrays her as, but then why doesn't she act like that around me? It could be that I intimidate her and she wants to show me that she isn't scared of me. Another theory is that she has a thing for me but doesn't want me to know so she is being a bitch to push me away from her. No matter what the reason is, I am going to push her buttons. I want to figure out who she really is, but also she deserves some pay back for all the shit she said about me today.