A/N So, I've decided that I am going to focus on this story mainly for a bit and I have also decided to start another story sometime in the near future so DHS And Divergent Forks will be on break, sorry. A few of you said please continue in your reviews, and I realize I haven't updated in a while (because of Thanksgiving) but I don't plan to stop updating this story. Disclaimer is in the summary, and unto the story with an important A/N at the bottom.

Tris's P.O.V.

I walk through the empty, but not quiet Pit with a smile on my face. As I enter the dorm, I see Peter with a smirk on his face. He shoves me out the door and pushes me up against the wall.

"Well, well, well, where were you, Smiley?" Peter whispers, his hot, stale breath smacking me in the face.

"Taking a walk." I reply evenly, trying to not give anything away. I think it works.

"That must've been some walk if you're smiling so much." Peter smiles, probably thinking he's got me in a check mate.

"It was a good walk, my head is clear and no longer filled with thoughts of how to get payback. Well, it was, and now you've got me pressed against the wall." I lie, with a smirk on my face in the end. His face falls, realizing he was wrong, and I take this opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine. Peter falls to the ground, and I kick him in the ribs. "I could continue to beat you up, but I think I'll save my energy." I turn and walk away with an ear to ear smile on my plain face.

I enter the dorm and fall asleep quickly with jovial thoughts of the last hour on my mind.

-The next morning-

I wake up sweaty from a dream about Christina hanging from the chasm railing again, but by her toes. Only a divergent can save her, and when I rush forward, I am pushed over the railing. I wake up before I hit the rocks.

I push my way through the bunks and into the bathroom to shower. When I come back, I see Peter awake and making his bed. He whistles quietly, innocently. It's unnerving. I look to my bunk and figure out why. Stiff is written on my sheets, pillow, and bed frame in red spray paint. Appearntly he had more than one can. I should've figured as much.

"Nice decorations." Peter calls to me in a singsong voice.

"Did I do something to you that I am unaware of? And don't think for a second that the fact we are in the same faction now will stop me from beating you up for real." I threaten as I turn around face him. My heart is pounding with anger, but when Peter cowers at my words, all the anger is gone, and replaced by satisfaction.

"N-no." He stutters, but finds his bearings to say, "We will never be in the same faction."

Tobias enters the room and appears to hear Peters comment, but shakes it off so soon I'm not sure. "Training room in 15!" He yells. Before he walks out, he makes eye contact with me and winks, it's so fast, that it looks like he just blinks one eye. Maybe I only imagined it. I give a quick, closed mouth smile, and turn my attention back to my bed.

I strip the sheets and throw them in the trash can before rushing to the cafeteria. I grab a blueberry muffin and eat it on the way to the training room. Luckily, my opponent is Peter. I'm still mad at him, so it should be all the more easy to beat him up.

Our fight is second up, Molly and Edward go first, with Edward winning. I step into the ring, Tobias's words echoing in my head. I make the first move, a fake punch to his face, which is blocked, but my main attack is a kick just like last night's. He doubles over and I punch his jaw. When his hand flies to his face, I deliver a kick to his stomach. He recovers quickly and plants a hard punch to my face, somehow hitting both my jaw and my nose. The warm, sticky blood I feel pouring down my face only fuels me further. An idea hits me, and I run around Peter, kicking his legs out from underneath him. He hits the floor hard enough to knock him out.

"Winner: Tris!" Tobias yells as I step out of the ring with a smile on my face, Tobias and Eric give me a high five. Christina, Will, and Al rush forward to congratulate me, and Christina even hugs me.

The next fight is Christina and Willi. I think Will is going to win, but he is going to feel guilty for beating up his friend. I am right, but I can tell Christina takes a few punches and then fakes being unconscious. Tobias barks at me to take my friend to the infirmary, which hurts my feelings a bit, but I decide to shrug it off because he has to be Four right now. Christina seems fine, and when everyone is excused for lunch, Will and Al join us in the infirmary. Christina lies on the bed with an icepack to her jaw while we talk. Al beat Myra, who is about 10 feet away from us, with Edward by her side.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Eric announced that we would be taking a field trip tomorrow. Something about the fence workers, I for one, am happy there will be no fighting." Al tells Christina and I with a chuckle.

After this, we leave to eat lunch. Lunch is great, especially when Uriah comes with his brother/Tobias's best friend, Zeke. Uriah loves Dauntless cake, and we all cried from laughter when he ate a whole slice in one bite, which he repeats five times. Both Uriah and Zeke have great personalities and they are equally funny and carefree. Tobias slips me a note under the table, which I read while everyone is too busy laughing to notice. He wants me to meet him in the chasm at midnight.

After lunch, we head to the training room to do a long, hard workout. Each workout gets harder and easier at the same time. On the one hand, I am gaining muscles and strength, but on the other hand, each time Eric and Tobias give us more to do that requires more skill and strength to do.

A/N This would've been up sooner, but the internet was down for like an hour and a half. I quickly proof read this but not in depth because my writing is way worse on my iPad than my Mac. So whoever can correctly guess my first name first gets to make an executive desicion: what happens the night Peter and his (choice) minions hang Tris over the chasm, or if they do. Good luck.

-T (hint-hint)