A/N: Hey all my lovely readers. Here is the new chapter for y'all. This chapter and the next chapter are shorter than normal, but a lot happens even though they are short. So this chapter picks up the day after the last chapter. I hope y'all enjoy it and please keep reviewing, I love hearing feedback from y'all. Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent because Veronica Roth does.

Chapter 7
(Four's POV)

"Four get your ass out of bed, we have a recording session in thirty minutes." Zeke yells through the door, banging loudly to wake me.

"Fuck" I groan out, rolling out of bed reluctantly. I take a quick shower, pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt once dry. I pull on my favorite pair of black slip on Vans then head downstairs.

"Dude you look like shit." Uriah states with a laugh.

"Didn't sleep much." I reply, yawning, emphasizing my point. My mind would not shut up about this whole Tris plan. Part of me thinks it is a brilliant idea, while the other half thinks it is something that monster would do. I was going back and forth all night trying to convince myself that this is not that horrible and that I am nothing like him, thus getting no sleep.

"Got something, or someone, on the brain?" Uriah asks mockingly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"That is none of your business." I state matter-of-factly, with a warning glare. I see Uriah shrink back a little under my gaze, confirming he got my point. "Let's go, those platinum albums won't make themselves." I say, heading towards the door to leave.

We arrive at the studio and head towards studio A. Once we get there we see Shauna, half asleep in a chair behind the soundboard. I take a look into the recording booth and see Tris hard at work writing in her journal.

"Shauna, babe, wake up." Zeke says quietly, shacking Shauna slightly to wake her. She jumps up a little, startled by Zeke's actions, but calms down once she sees it is just us.

"Shit, what time is it?" Shauna questions groggily, rubbing her eyes and letting out a load yawn.

"It is almost ten. Have y'all been her all night?" Zeke asks concernedly.

"Yeah, Tris was having major trouble recording. It was like she completely forgot how to sing. I'm guessing it had to do with her having to sing that song yesterday. The emotion and memories behind that song just really get to her. She didn't even want to put it on the album, but Max insisted." Shauna explains, pausing due to a yawn. I feel a little twinge in my heart at hearing how much that song effects Tris, but it passes quickly.

"Since she wasn't singing, I told her to just work on writing for a while, hoping that it would help her out of her funk. I must have dozed off while she was working." Shauna continues.

"Babe, you need to go home and rest. You and Tris can work some more later. Please go get some real sleep." Zeke says full of concern.

"Sounds like a plan. I just need to let Tris know that it is time to clear out." Shauna replies, slowly getting up from her chair to go get Tris, but I stop her.

"Let me do it. You really need to go get some sleep." I state reassuringly.

"Okay, bye guys." Shauna replies, before heading to the door to leave. Zeke follows her out to make sure she gets wherever she is going safely. Will and Uriah head out to the kitchen to get coffee, while I head towards the recording booth to talk to Tris.

I take a moment to study her. Her hair is up in her normal messy ball on top of her head, and her face is sans makeup. She is wearing a baggy sweater that hangs off her right shoulder exposing her bare skin underneath it. The sight of her skin sends a shiver down my spine, and the thought of how her skin would feel pressed against mine pops into my head, but I quickly shake it away. She has on a pair of light wash jeans and a pair of purple slip on Vans. I have grown accustom to seeing Tris in baggy sweaters and sweatpants, so the sight of her in jeans is kind of strange, but the way the jeans cling to her legs perfectly is a welcomed sight.

I finally knock on the door, and Tris' head snaps up from her journal to see who has interrupted her. She rolls her eyes in annoyance, but motions me in.

I step inside the booth and close the door behind me. I walk a little closer to where she is sitting before talking. "Shauna went home. It is almost ten, you should probably go home to get some sleep." I state sweetly.

"Shit, I didn't realize I had been working for so long, thanks. Wait, why did Shauna send you in here and not just tell me herself?" Tris asks curiously.

"I volunteered to tell you seeing as I wanted to talk to you about something." I state nonchalantly.

"Four, if this is about what I said in my interview yesterday, you know the whole why your music changed theory, I already know I shouldn't have said that. So please don't yell at me." Tris replies a little timidly, almost reluctantly.

"That isn't actually what I wanted to talk to you about, but thanks for what I'm assuming is an apology." I state calmly, with a smile.

"Okay, so what do you want to talk to me about?" Tris asks curiously, yawning a little.

"I just wanted to say thanks for all the nice things you said about me. I also want to thank you for not calling me an ass on national TV." I state hesitantly, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. Saying thank you really isn't my thing, so this is new to me.

"I was just being honest about the music stuff. As for the ass thing, I knew I would get in major trouble for saying that on TV so I bit my tongue." Tris explains nonchalantly.

"Well thanks anyways, it was really nice of you." I state sweetly. "I should go, let you get packed up so we can record." I continue a little nervously. I turn for the door but a grip on my arm stops me.

"Wait" Tris says, pulling my arm a little.

"Yes?" I ask curiously.

"I'm just curious, who the hell are you and what have you done with Four? There is no way Four would be this nice and then just leave without messing with me in some way or yelling at me." Tris explains, rambling a little. I can't even get in a word because she won't stop talking. "Unless this whole nice thing is how you're messing with me. Or maybe you are just buttering me up because you need something from me, which would be interesting. So Four, what is it?" Tris finally finishes her rambling and I just look at her a little confused, not quite sure what she just said.

"Umm...I don't need anything from you, but I do want something." I state vaguely, rubbing my neck nervously. Why the hell am I so nervous about asking a girl out? Every girl in the world wants me, so why would Tris be any different? Stop being such a baby and man up already.

"Well, what do you want then?" Tris asks intrigued.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime...on a date." I state, stumbling on my words a little.

"Like a date, date? Like dinner and a movie, hand holding, and good night kiss date?" Tris asks a little mockingly.

"Well it wouldn't be dinner and a movie, but yes a date, date." I reply a little more confident than before. God, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so nervous?

Tris sits there for a few seconds, contemplating my request before she busts out laughing. I stare at her like she has lost her mind or something. "Umm…Tris are you okay? Have all the late night recording sessions made you delusional?" I question concerned for her sanity.

Tris finally pulls herself together and answers, having trouble keeping her laughter at bay. "I think you are the delusional one if you think I would want to go out on a date with you."

"Excuse me?" I ask confused. I can feel the anger starting to boil up inside me, but I know that getting mad won't help me in any way.

"Why the hell would I want to go on a date with you? You are an arrogant ass with no regard for other people. You do and say what you please, not caring if you hurt people in the process. So no Four, I won't go on a date with you." Tris explains harshly.

The anger is growing with each passing second and I know that if I don't leave soon I will explode on her, and all hope for my plan will be lost. I turn around and storm out of the studio, slamming the door behind me. On my way to the ally, my favorite place to blow off steam, I run into Uriah.

"Hey man, how did things go with Tris?" Uriah asks curiously and too upbeat for my liking at the moment.

"Fuck off" I bite out angrily, shoving him a little to get him to move.

"That good huh?" Uriah asks mockingly. The anger inside me finally boils over and I grab a fist full of Uriah's shirt, pulling him close to me.

"I said fuck off." I state seething. Uriah's eyes widen in fear and I know I've terrified the shit out of him. I'm snapped out of my blind rage and let Uriah go. He takes a few unstable steps backwards, still scared I might hurt him. Shit, I didn't mean to scare him like that. I let out a load, frustrated groan, running my hands through my hair. "I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to do that. I guess my anger just took over and I wasn't thinking about what I was doing." I explain.

"It's cool man." Uriah states, his words a little shaky.

"Tris just pissed the hell out of me and I knew if I didn't get out of there I would have exploded on her. Then you got in the way so I snapped." I explain further, annoyed with myself.

"She refused you didn't she?" Uriah asks cautiously. I nod in response, not being able to say the words. "That sucks man. Maybe you should try getting to know her first and letting her get to know the non-ass side of you before asking her out." Uriah states.

"Uriah, I never thought I would say this but you are a genius." I reply excitedly thanks to a new idea popping into my head. I start head towards Max's office to set my new plan into motion.

"I don't know if I should be offended or grateful for that comment. Where are you going?" Uriah calls curiously at my retreating form.

"I've got an idea on how to get closer to her and I need Max's help. I'll tell you later." I shout over my shoulder before reaching Max's office. I enter without knocking, not caring if I piss him off or not. I just need to get this plan going and fast.