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THANK YOU NOTE:

Huge thanks to all of the kind reviews on my story, special thanks to Faith O for noting the cyberbullying! There will be a lot of that in many of my stories, as I myself knows how badly it feels to be put down all the time. Believe it or not, my sister is the one who is constantly my downer. She tells me that I'm ugly, or that I can't sing well, or the songs I write suck. Sometimes, the only way I can convince myself that I might actually be good at something is when I read the wonderful reviews from you guys. So a special thanks to all of you really. You are all so supportive, and also thank you to the Guest who gave me that advice about the POV, thank you so much! I hope I'm doing better with that, I've started to check for that specifically:). Now, ON TO THE STORY!

AN: there is a reference to a Taylor Swift song in this chapter, so keep a look out, the first two people who find it and comment the name of the song and the line I used from is get a shoutout! (Taylor Swift is my favorite artist!)

Tris POV:

I ran down the street, away from the boy who had shock in his eyes as he read those terrible comments. The same boy, who had just seen me almost naked, and knew that the comments about my appearance were true. I hated myself for crying in the car, I hated myself for being weak, I hated myself for being scared of his judgement, I hated myself for being scared of their judgement, I hated myself for caring about their biased opinions at all, and I hated myself for crying so much. Which is why I was absolutely refusing to cry now. Maybe there was a salty waterfall of tears raging inside me, but from here on out, that was where it would stay. Your feelings are your own, no one else's. I told myself. Nevertheless, I continued to run, even after I heard him shouting after me. I barged through early risers on the edge of the city as I ran, and it hit me how sad it was that they didn't give me strange looks for running so fast my legs were a blur. It was sad that they were familiar enough with it to not care anymore. I remembered a time in Texas, when Caleb had refused to let me play castle with him and his friend. I was five, and absolutely distraught. I had packed a sweatshirt and leggings, a bag of goldfish, and five dollars in a small bag. I set off down the street with it, until I took some turns and got lost, and started to miss my mom's warm hug… and my dad's soft voice…

I sat on a nearby bench, hidden in the shadow's of a store's overhang.

I had sat on the curb in front of a small house, with a little barn behind it. There were a few horses in the little paddock that surrounded the house, which had made me think of our farm. It was before Sophie had been born, before I was aware that you could have a favorite horse. So I loved every horse equally. The horses had just made me think of home more, and I began to cry. I didn't want to cry, because my 5-year-old self insisted that Caleb deserved it for not letting me play with them, and that my parents deserved it because they let him be mean to me. But soon enough, I was thinking about how my mom would hug me whenever I cried, and how my dad would come wrap his arms around the both of us, and soon enough, Caleb would stop into the room, muttering something about how he only joined the hug to make us feel better, but then he would always give me his own little hug, asking me in a quiet voice, "You ok B?" and I would nod, and he would smile and his green eyes would sparkle and we would all be a happy family. 5-year-old me had been crying hard by then, and soon enough an older lady, around 60, came out of the house, seeing me sitting in front of her patio. She came over and touched my shoulder, and I had jumped up, saying quick apologies, stumbling over my words as the childish me fought to calm down.

"I'm sorry Miss." I had said in a warbling voice. "I just… I'm lost!" I had broke off into sobs again, and she wrapped me in a hug before guiding me inside, saying soft things in her quiet voice that sounded sorry, and my selfish little self had been rather happy that someone felt bad for her. That didn't change the fact that I was lost though, so I had launched into my story, and it turned out, the lady knew exactly where I lived, as she had sold the huge farm to my parents, preferring the smaller piece of land that she owned then. She had let me ride one of her horses home, astonished at my already talented riding skill, and made sure my parents knew I was home. How surprised I was when the stallion I rode home- yes, 5-year-old me was already riding stallions- became the sire to Sophie in 5 years, born exactly on my 10th birthday. My parents were originally going to sell her, but it became obvious that the two of us had a huge bond, and they kept the small black foal. Even more astonished would I be when she ended up as my 8th grade teacher, 9 years later.

I shook my head sadly. Here in the city, a lost little girl would be ignored, or at the very best, sent to the police so she could be found in three days.

"Tris." that oh-so familiar voice said from beside me.

"I don't need your pity!" I spat at him as I stood, knowing I was being unfair but not really caring at the moment. I was met with silence, and I sighed. "I'm sorry Four." I said softly, "I've been unfair and mean to you all morning. It's my own fault that I forgot you were in the room, and that they were insulting me, if I had just let them win in the hallway then none of this would've happened, and they're probably gonna go after you now and it will be all my fault and I totally understand if you don't want to speak to me ever again-"

"Tris! Stop!" Four said, walking forward to grab my hands, which had been waving wildly as I spoke. "I understand how you're feeling completely. And it's not your fault. Never say that. I will personally kill Peter for what he said." Four's eyes darkened, determination and fury burning in his eyes.

My eyes widened. "Don't you dare!" I practically shouted, twisting my wrists in his hands so now I was holding his as well, staring seriously into his eyes. "You will not lay a hand on him, ok?!" I said urgently, lowering my voice when people began to look at us.

His eyes narrowed. "Why are you protecting him?! He said-"

I flinched, stopping him from repeating what he said. "I know what he said, do you really think I'm protecting him? I'm protecting you! Despite your view on the situation, beating up people is considered a crime in this country, no matter how much of an asshole the victim is." I said seriously. A flash of fear appeared in his eyes when I said the word 'victim'. But it was gone as soon as it came, leaving me wondering if I ever saw it at all. Finally, he sighed. "You're right." he admitted, though anger still burned in his eyes. "But Tris, if they say anything else, you have to tell me, ok?" He brought his gaze up from the ground to look into my eyes.

I hesitated. If this became a regular thing, I didn't want this to be a normal discussion between the two of us. "Four…" I said softly, avoiding his entrancing gaze.

He tightened his grip on my wrists, bringing my eyes to finally meet his, which were now urgent. "Tris! Promise you'll tell me, or so help me I will beat the hell out of Peter anyway."

I clenched my eyes for a moment, preparing myself for the lie that was to tumble out of my mouth, before nodding ever so slightly. "I'll tell you." I said quietly.

"Promise." he demanded.

I allowed a weak smile to cross my face in an attempt to reassure him. "I promise to tell you if this happens again." I lied through my teeth. The false promise left a sour taste in my mouth, which only grew when he answered with a small smile and gave me a quick hug. I was about to decide to actually tell him, before I reminded myself of why I couldn't tell him. Your falls cannot become his. You will not burden others with your problems. You can stand on your own. I told myself determinedly. Everything about Four said he had his own issues, his isolated personal life being a major hint. There were other tips too, like how his eyes turned cold whenever someone mentioned injury, or how he only seemed to be uncomfortable when we had… moments? I wasn't sure what to call them. Like when I was explaining the quotes in my room, or showing him the pictures of Texas, or when we hugged. It left me not only wondering what made him so closed off, but also if he enjoyed those moments at all. My thoughts were shaken from my mind when he spoke again, pulling away from me.

"Don't call me Four, by the way."

I tilted my head, confusion swimming through my mind. "What? Then what should I call you?" I asked, a small, bemused smile playing across my face as the dark blue eyes that I was already accustomed to gazed down as me, a twinkling deep inside of their depths.

He looked to be deep in thought for a moment, before shrugging, a half-smile growing on his lips. "Nothing, for now."

I smirked. "Alright. What are we gonna do for the next… hour, before school Nothing?" I asked, laughing when he rolled his eyes at my literal interpretation.

"Fine, call me T." he chuckled.

"Tea?" I asked, confused. "Like, peppermint tea?" I raised one eyebrow at him.

He gave a deep laugh and shook his head. "No, it's a hint, stupid!" he said, nudging me.

My cheeks colored a bit but I soon got over it when I realized it was a hint to his name. "Oh! Is your name Thomas?" I asked excitedly.

He made a face at me. "Really?"

I rolled my eyes. So maybe Thomas was a little boring for Four- no- T. "Fine. Ooh! What about Tristin?"

He shook his head with a smile.

"Tom?" I guessed, my excitement fading a bit as I realized this would be harder than I thought.

"Nope. Let's drive around for a bit, we got nothing else to do." He suggested.

"Well I have something to do… Tyler!" I said hopefully.

"No." he said, his lips twitching as he fought a smile. "Come on." He took my arm and lead me back the way we had came. In my head, I thanked him for keeping track of the route, as I had paid no attention whatsoever. I kept a steady streams of names as we walked.

"Tommy?"

"No."

"Theo?"

"No."

"Tomos?"

"Is that even a name?"

"Toby?"

"No."

"Ted?"

"No."

I snickered at the next one. "Teddy?"

"God no!"

We had finally reached the car, and he turned to me, his eyes amused. "Enough guessing Tris, at least for today?" he pleaded.

I looked at him thoughtfully, knowing the question would nag at my mind constantly. "Well…"

"I will tell you, eventually, I promise." he said sincerely, looking into my eyes.

I sighed after a moment, nodding. "Fine… T." I said with a smirk.

He smiled at me gratefully. "Thanks Trissy."

I grinned at the pet-name. "Don't you dare tell anyone about that." I threatened. "Or else I'll tell them why I call you T."

He held his hands up as if in surrender, smiling. "Got it. No Trissy."

I grinned at him, and then climbed into the car. He followed suit, and we drove off, making our way very slowly through the city in the car.

"Y'know, maybe we should just head to school." I suggested after we had sat at a red light for over 5 minutes.

He checked the time, which read 6:48. "Yeah, we should get to school early though, even with this traffic."

"Oh, I have a math test today, so I can just study for that a bit more." I answered. "Unless you don't have anything to do, in which case we could go to the field and do some stuff." I said casually, but then realized how that sounded. "I mean like, run some laps or something. I do NOT do drugs and I didn't mean like anything inappropriate just like hang out or-"

"Tris!" he laughed, interrupting my rambling. "I get it! I would love to go run some laps with you." he chuckled, shaking his head as I blushed. "Your so cute." he laughed, but then his eyes flew open wide. "Uh… I mean…"

Now it was my turn to giggle, although my cheeks were heating up at his comment. "Aww! Don't worry, you're cute too." I said, narrowing my eyes with a smirk.

He seemed relieved and mildly annoyed at the same time. "I'm not cute." he muttered.

I grinned. "Well I think you're cute."

He glanced at me, flashing me a dazzling smile. "Fine. I can be cute to you."

I laughed, although I personally felt achieved at getting him to accept the term, for some odd reason. "Christina said that when you guys started high school she thought your butt was cute." I said nonchalantly.

He threw his head back, laughing like a little kid. For a moment I just watched, a smile spreading across my face at his wide smile. When his fit subsided, he shook his head, still smiling. "Thank you for that! I am so gonna get payback at her!"

"For what?" I laughed.

"Uh… nothing." he said, giving me a lopsided grin.

I raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother asking. "She said that this year though, she thought that someone else's butt started to look cuter." I giggled, exchanging a knowing glance with him.

Suddenly, his expression turned evil as he looked at me again, stopping at yet another red light. "What about you? Whose butt do you like?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I blushed a deep red. "I- I don't look at butts! Thank you very much!" I stuck my nose in the air, not wanting to admit the fact that I have in fact, looked at butts. Well, one butt. A butt that was sitting in the seat next to me. Why are you referring to T as a butt? I asked myself.

"Come one Trissy, which booty gets you in the moody?" he teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I fell forward against my seatbelt at his little rhyme, my laughter filling the car. "I don't get in the moody!" I laughed. "You are so weird!"

He was laughing too now, grinning widely at me. "I'm a little shit." he confirmed.

I shook my head, privately glad he had dropped the butt subject.

"We're here!" he announced.

"YES! FINALLY!" I exclaimed, leaping out of the car before he even stopped moving, swinging my door shut just in time so that when he pulled into the parking spot, the car beside him wasn't hit.

"Tris!" he exclaimed from the car, turning it off and jumping out. "What the hell?" he laughed, shaking his head.

I grinned. "It's so fun! Don't tell me you haven't tried it!"

"I do it all the time! I've just never seen anyone else do it!" he said animatedly as we walked down to the field.

"That's so cool! Do you-"

"Jump in too?" he finished for me, leaving us both laughing.

His cheeks were red now, from the chilly October air around us.

"Come on!" I called over my shoulder, taking off in a fast jog.

He soon caught up to me soon, and we ran beside each other for a while, about 3 minutes, before I began to get distracted by the movement of his muscles, his arms pumping forwards and backwards as he jogged, the tight muscles in his legs tensing and releasing as he propelled himself forward. The way his lips opened to exhale and inhale air was also quite distracting...

"Tris?" he asked, his face turning to look at mine.

I blushed at being caught staring, and yanked my gaze up to meet his eyes, hoping he would pass off the red of my cheeks as running and cold air. "Yes?" I asked, not breaking pace.

I smirk tugged at his lips. "I asked if you wanted to play a game." he said, slowing down.

I followed suit, shrugging. "Sure!"

He then gave me a very serious look, and I got a little scared. "Ok. But you can't tell anyone about this game." he said in a breathy voice, taking a step forward to bring him close enough that my nose was almost touching his throat (yes I'm that short). And his breath was brushing the top of my head. He leant down so he was whispering in my ear. "'Cause it's a secret." he breathed, and let the air tickle my ear. Goosebumps rose on my arm and I fought not to lose myself in the scent of his cologne and sweat.

"Uh- um… T?" I asked in a voice almost two pitches higher than my usual voice.

"Tag!" he exclaimed, tapping my arm before shooting off in the other direction, leaving me stunned for a moment. Then, my eyebrows lowered in a vengeful smile. "You will pay for that eventually!" I screamed as I took off after him.

He was fast, with his longer legs, but years of sprinting across acres of our farm in Texas to check on the fields had made me faster. I was slowly gaining on him, inching closer and closer until… "Got you!" I shouted triumphantly, shoving his shoulder so he stumbled and veering off to the side at the same time, increasing my pace a bit.

"What the… how the hell are you so fast?!" he shouted from behind me.

I let out a laugh, ducking my head for a moment as I ran. "Texas gals ain't weak!" I said in the lazy accent that I had perfected in my childhood.

He laughed from behind me, and we continued sprinting, dodging, and laughing across the field.

Four/T POV:

I threw my hands in the air, slowing as I realized I was never going to catch Tris. She is way too fast. I thought to myself, as she continued sprinting away. I probably could've caught up to her if I gave it my all, but I didn't want to get into school all sweaty. "I give up!" I shouted to her with a chuckle.

She literally skidded to a stop, throwing up some dirt and grass in front of her, the ground slick with dew. She spun around to look at me excitedly, then jump and clap her hands. "HA! I WIN!" she crowed, racing towards me.

"Yeah, yeah, you win." I said, rolling my eyes at her.

She grinned up at me, breathless and panting. "That was so fun!"

I grinned down at her, unable to unglue my eyes from her beautifully happy face, with her wide smile and stormy eyes. "Yeah, we should do it again some time." I finally answered, shaking my head to clear it.

She let out a laugh, a clear, crystal like sound that rung in the morning air. "Awesome! We should probably head over to the school now, though. It's…" she checked her phone. "7:26!"

"Run!" I exclaimed with a laugh, and we took off up the hill of the field, bursting over its rise like speed demons.

We slowed as we neared the entrance of the school, not wanting to look like idiots. I glanced down to see her eyes clouding with worry and fear, but she plastered a smile on her face quickly, grinning up at me. I shook my head at her.

"You should know by now that you don't have to hide from me." I murmured in her ear, pulling her to the side of the walkway to sit on a bench. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." she said stubbornly, eyes hardening as they glared holes into the ground.

"Come on Trissy." I said, giving her a small smile in hopes to lighten the suddenly damp mood.

"I'm…" she trailed off, as if debating to finish. I was relieved when she did. "I'm worried that… they'll say it again, except in front of everybody." her cheeks turned red and she looked away. "I know what they said is true, and I know everyone knows it, but that would just bring it to everyone's attention." her eyes squeezed shut. "And I don't want to drag anyone else into this." she sighed, glancing at me quickly, and I knew she was wishing I had just walked away from the situation, because that's the way her selfless mind works. And that would probably work out fine for me, if you don't count the desperation I would feel every single waking moment of my life to run and wrap my arms around her.

I shook my head slowly, and pulled her closer so her head was resting on my shoulder. "It's not true, Tris. Nothing they said was true." I repeated my words from the night before. "You. Are. Beautiful." I said sternly, willing to let the guard preventing my feeling down for a bit if it brought up her self confidence. In this one moment, I could pretend as if I was comforting her as a… boyfriend. I almost smiled at the thought. "And if they say so much as one little word about it, tell me. I'll stand by your side… always." I whispered the last part so low I wasn't sure she had heard me.

"Thank you." she whispered, and turned to kiss my cheek, blushing right after.

I grinned, and pulled her up from the bench. "Now, let's go show those assholes exactly how much we don't care what they think." I said with a smile.

"Language, T!" she reprimanded with a giggle, and I smiled as she used the new nickname I had provided.

I was even happier than usual to be in 6 of her 8 classes, as it allowed me to keep watch on her all day. When Peter had entered homeroom that morning, I immediately left her side to stand in front of him, looking down at him with a glare that I knew had made boys run from me before (Al). He had done his best to glare up, but ended up backing away to sit in the seat farthest away from her. I came back to a punch in my shoulder, she had thought I was going to beat him up. That was all the trouble we really had today so far, but now it was lunch, and I had just come from French to wait for her at our table. She was, to the best of my knowledge, in gym, though I wasn't positive. I waited anxiously, tapping my foot against the floor. I knew for a fact from Will that Christina was in gym, so I waited until she walked in the cafeteria. Almost before she set foot inside, I was striding over.

"Hey Four!" she chirped.

"Hey Chris." I said in an even tone. "You were just in gym, right?"

She nodded in an affirmative.

"Was Tris there?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound too weird.

"I KNEW IT! YOU LIKE HER!" she crowed triumphantly.

"N-no!" I stammered, forcing her back to the topic so she could answer me.

"She is in gym, she was just staying a little longer to brush her hair I think." she answered, smirking.

I nodded, and felt relief wash over me. I didn't realize how worried I had been until I knew she was ok. "Ok, good." I said, the words slipping from my mouth without forethought.

Christina gave me a look. "Possessive much?" she said, half-joking.

I rolled my eyes. "Just… checking?" I finished with a question, unable to tell her way I was so worried.

Christina grinned. "I can't believe you like her! This is so exciting! I bet she likes you too!" she squealed.

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. "Uh… no, she doesn't. And I don't like her." I said firmly (or so I hoped). "And she told me how much you liked a certain butt in freshman year." I said, with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes, whining. "I told her that in confidence!" she said.

I winced at the whiny tone. "Chris stop with the squeaking!" I berated. At one point last year I had thought I liked her, but the feeling soon dissipated after it became clear of exactly how girly she is, and how smart-ass she likes to be sometimes. She's a great friend, but I don't understand how Will deals with all those- cue the scary music- mall trips. I followed her to our usual table, and sat by Zeke.

"Wassup F-man?!" he asked in his usual loud voice.

I chuckled. "Hey Z."

"So…" he said in a quiet voice, so no one else heard him. "How is it with you and Tris?"

I almost choked on my food, silently cursing my past self for telling them about it in the locker room. "Uh… I don't know. I don't think she's into me that way." I said, focusing on my food.

"That's tough. But hey, there are other fish in the sea! Right? I mean, I bet you'll find someone like Shauna is to me!" he said encouragingly, turning to take a bite of his sandwich.

I narrow my eyes, holding back an angry response. Tris isn't just a "fish in the sea". She's… special. Speak of the devil. I thought as she strode up to the table.

"Hey guys!" she said happily, taking the seat next to me.

"Hey!" I say with a smile.

She returns it with a wide one of her own her eyes meeting mine for a second, before jerking away. We do that a lot. I noted with a chuckle. I was soon laughing again as she sat still, not really doing anything.

"Um… don't you need food?" I laughed.

She sighed. "Yes…"

I tilted my head, amused. "Well why don't you go get some?"

"'Cause I was trying to avoid the awkwardness of sitting down for two seconds and then standing back up?" she says hopefully, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.

"By sitting at a table and staring at the wall like it holds the answer of life?" I questioned.

She stood, grinning. "Touche, T, touche." she ruffled my hair, earning a glare from me as she walked away, sticking her tongue out.

I turned back to my lunch, smiling to myself, until Zeke started choking beside me. I turned, alarmed, until I realized that the 'choking' was him trying desperately to contain laughter. "Man, is that actually what you call a girl who doesn't like you?! And you are totally whipped!" he crowed.

Thankfully, it wasn't loud enough to reach beyond our table, but it was loud enough to reach everyone sitting at it. I gave him a fiery glare. "Zeke…" I growled.

Marlene gasped, clapping her hands. "Four has a crush!" she exclaimed.

"I know!" Christina squealed, and they practically vibrated in their excitement.

Will gave me a friendly smile. "You weren't gonna be able to hide it that long, bud. It was bound to come out eventually."

Uriah was smirking widely, placing his hands together and twiddling his fingers so he looked like an evil madman. "I am going to make your life a living hell." he said venomously.

Lynn just shrugged. "I don't really like her… too blonde." she scoffed.

I felt an anger rise in my chest, but forced it down. She doesn't know how insecure Tris is, it's not her fault. I told myself. "Well you're all entitled to your own opinions." I said stiffly, uncomfortable at being the center of attention. Little did I know that the uncomfort scale would soon shift from a 7 to an 11.

"Opinions about what?" a familiar voice asked behind me.

My eyes widened, and I twisted around to see Tris with her tray of food. "Uh…"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Why are you all staring at me?" she asked as she sat down. "Oh, do I have food on my shirt?" she began inspecting her top.

"We were just talking about Four's opinions… y'know… about girls." Uriah said, with three exaggerated winks.

"Oh! Um… ok." she said, looking at me nervously.

I put my head in my hands, not bothering to play it cool anymore. "Oh god." I mumbled as Chris jumped in.

"Yeah! Tris, you know that Four appreciates that golden attitude in a woman, right?"

Shauna snickered. "Yep! Kinda like your hair, that's pretty golden, don't ya think Four?"

Zeke gave her a look, at which she glared back. Will put a hand on Chris's arm, as if to restrain her, while holding back chuckles himself. Marlene just elbowed Uriah in the gut.

Tris looked around the table, anger flourishing in her eyes. "Do you guys have a problem with blondes or something?!" she asked incredulously.

"Well Four certainly doesn't." Uriah snickered, but only earning another punch in the gut from Marlene, this time obviously a little too close to home, because he sucked in a deep breath, and she immediately started apologizing.

"Ohmygod! I'm so sorry that was NOT supposed to be there! Are you ok?! Do I need to like… take you to the nurse or something…?"

Uriah's eyes widened as he held his crotch. "No! Nah... " he wheezed. "I'm cool!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. Payback time. "Oh no Uriah, I think you should really get that checked out.

Tris grinned at me, catching on. "Yeah! We wouldn't want any permanent damage down there or anything! She should probably give you a thorough checkover." she snorted.

Zeke smirked, never missing a chance to pick on his brother. "Y'know Uri… they're probably right… I hear Mrs. Selva is very thorough in her examinations. With all of her experience and such."

Tris burst out laughing, as did I and the rest of our table, except for Marlene, who was rolling her eyes, and Uri, who was blushing a bright red.

"Come on Zeke!" I said happily, standing up to take one of Uriah's arms. Zeke followed suit, and we began dragging him to the nurse's office, smirking.

"See ya in History!" Tris called after me.

"Can't wait!" I said sarcastically, throwing a grin over my shoulder at her.

She smiled, still laughing with Christina now sitting next to her. I laughed and turned to Zeke, who was also laughing.

"Ok so, what are we actually doing guys?" Uriah said once we were out of the cafeteria.

"Uh… taking you to the nurse." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ha ha, very funny. Zeke?" he asked.

Zeke just grinned down at him. "You mess with my bro, you pay the price!" he said, high-fiving me.

"What?! You can't be serious! And I'm your bro! Your brother? Genetically related?!" Uriah said desperately, struggling vainly against our hold.

Zeke paused for a moment, looking him over thoughtfully. Then he shrugged with a grin. "Eh."

I laughed as we finally hauled Uri towards the nurse, Mrs. Selva, who was somewhere in her late 20's.

"Boys." she greeted us. "What do we have this time?" she looked purposely at Uriah.

"Well… Miss Selva-" Uriah started nervously.

"He got punched in the nuts!" Zeke crowed, laughing loudly. I couldn't help but laugh too when Uriah's face turned beet-red.

The nurse held back a chuckle and nodded to him in the best professional manner she could. "Alright, come on Pedrad." she said over her shoulder, leading him into a private room.

Sweet, sweet revenge. I thought, laughing as Zeke and I left Uriah to the nurse, high fiving each other again.

Hey guys! I hoped you enjoyed that chapter, I know I loved writing in some Four and Zeke friendship! I always thought they were kind of like a superhero team, one the outcast, careful and silent, and one outgoing and and kind of like a bulldozer. But both handsome, strong, and TOTALLY AWESOME! Sorry, fangirling. But anyway, don't forget to comment if you find the song reference. Also, I really want to point out (again) that a lot of this story is going to speak out against bullying and abuse, verbally or physically, in-person or through computer, a lot! So, that being said, if any of you guys ever need to just talk or rant to someone, don't hesitate to pm me! I promise that I don't judge, and I'll be a great listener. I always do my best to help my friends out, and I want to help all of you guys too. Even if it's just you have two tickets to a concert and you can't decide who to take, or you have a crush on someone and you don't know if you should tell them, or a fight with your best friend. They don't have to be giant problems, just anything you need to talk about with someone when you don't feel like you can. I've been there before, and it's not a party. So really, PM me! I would love to get to know you guys beyond the reviews (which, by the way, are AMAZING) that you leave on my stories. Love you guys!