Author's Note: I'M SO SORRY, FANFICTION WORLD! I'VE HAD SO MUCH STUFF GOING ON...I KIND OF FORGOT ABOUT MY STORY! Please don't kill me but...I have a life outside of fanfiction. AH, just kidding. I had All-County band tryouts on Thursday (yes, I did make it!) and just...asdfghjkl. So, I've been busy practicing the clarinet and working my you-know-what off in eighth grade. And, of course, reading Jane Austen novels. Anybody here read Pride and Prejudice? Mansfield Park? Sense and Sensibility? No? I'm a loner? ...okay. Sorry for forgetting about my internet life. I'll try to update twice a week or so. Without further ado, I present chapter seven...


Tris POV

"Oh. My. God. Tris, wake up." Christina shoves me urgently. Wait...what time is it?

"What time is it...?"

"Well, you basically have like five minutes until training," Christina says affably. "No biggie."

"No biggie? Yes biggie! I have to get dressed and eat in five minutes?"

"Congratulations, you repeated what I just said." Christina rolls her eyes. I roll out of bed and put on some black skinny jeans with a black tank top along with my combat boots.

"WAIT!" Christina yells. "I have to do your makeup."

"We have to go..." I say, pointing to the door.

"But what about Four?"

"Huh?"

"You talk in your sleep," she says with a mischievous grin. Dammit.

I try to give her a death glare, but she only laughs. God, I love Dauntless. In Abnegation, it was like, what? You laugh? How very inhumane. I can't believe you're happy. That's self-indulgent. What? You wear makeup? SINNER.

Christina drags me into the bathroom and applies eyeliner, mascara, and...some other stuff. When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself. I see a girl whose hair isn't a mess and who looks striking, to say the least.

"You look great!" Christina shrieks.

"I don't know...I mean, I don't look like myself. This isn't me."

"You know, Tris," Christina says, "maybe this is you, but you don't know it. How can you know anything about yourself in Abnegation? All of these great human qualities are suppressed there." Hmm...that gives me something to think about. I nod and begin walking.

"We have to go shopping," Christina reminds me.

"Not this again," I groan. She sticks her tongue out and says, "That wasn't a question, like do you want to go shopping? The answer, for you, is no, because you don't want to. But, you kind of need to."

"So there," I reply mockingly. She playfully nudges me and we walk into the training room.


Four's POV

Where is she? I can't get my mind off of Tris. What else is new? I begin pacing in the training room. Initiates are still walking in, but I have to begin teaching. I finally decide that if she doesn't show up, it's her fault. And so, I begin the lesson.

"Listen up, initiates!" I shout. They don't listen, though. "INITIATES!" I scream, trying to get them to shut the hell up. They finally do and have gotten the hint. "Today, you will be learning how to shoot a gun. Everybody, go and take a gun from the table over there." They listen to me and grab the guns.

Tris walks in with Christina, aware that she is very late. I know I shouldn't let it slide, so I call her over.

"I'm so sorry," she says as she looks down at the floor, her eyes glued to the tile.

"Look at me," I say, hoping that seemed like I need her to pay attention. Really, I just want to see her. She looks up, and I see her. She looks even more beautiful than usual, which I didn't know was possible. "Just...don't let it happen again. Got it?" She nods slowly.

"About yesterday..." she begins.

"What about it?"

"I'm sorry for...uh, interrupting. I didn't mean to intrude." I want to yell at her that she didn't intrude, she can never get in my way.

"Look, you didn't do anything wrong," I say with a grin. "We're shooting guns now. Okay?"

"Okay." She runs over to Christina and they begin laughing. She looks so cute when she laughs. Her whole face lights up when she smiles and it looks as though she has no troubles. I love that about her. She can just...let it all go. If she can't, she does a pretty good job of covering it up. I begin thinking about the differences between her and Audrey. They're both pretty amiable, but in different ways. Tris's manner is just so different. Whenever I was around often, which was rare, I always felt like there was a storm cloud lingering over her, just waiting to burst. However, as I said, Audrey could be affable and kind. She isn't a bad person. She just isn't for me. Her random outbursts and constant hissy fits are nothing but unnecessary.

Tris fires at the target perfectly and, to my complete shock, it hits the middle perfectly. I need to talk to her by myself. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. All I know is that I need to see her. Soon.


Sorry for the ending, which sucks, but the next chapter will be fluffy...or will it?