I am having this problem where the new reviews won't show up on my fanfiction… I can see them in the emails I get, and quick shout out to all who have reviewed, reading each one really makes me happy and motivated. I just wish they could show up when I click the review button, that would be easier for me to read. I love you guys so much, thank you for the support!

It has been two days after the incident with Edward. This morning, he was not found in his infirmary bed. Rumors have been floating around that he died and they disposed of his body. I don't believe any of it, and I don't have time to think about how he disappeared. I stand with my feet shoulder apart, with a knife placed in my palm. I stare straight into the target ahead of me, and launch the knife toward it. It hits the center of the head. I would be in the Chasm right now, if it weren't for what I just experienced.

My hands rub together, in attempt to warm myself. I head toward the Chasm to get away from the commotion about Edwards disappearance. As I reach closer, soft voices fill my ears. I immediately recognize Four speaking, so I stay close to the wall, out of sight. He stands next to his girlfriend, gripping tightly to the rails.

"I was about to leave Dauntless, but I didn't." My heart starts to pound. I recognize this, he said he didn't leave because of me. "It's because of you, Aria." Suddenly, I feel numb. My breath gets caught in my throat. Did I hear him correctly? Why would he tell me this, and then tell his girlfriend the same thing?

"You did not leave because of me? Baby, that's so sweet!" She clings to him, and my eyes start to fill up with water. I open my eyes wide, trying desperately to keep them from spilling. My vision is blurred, and I could see him wrap his arms around her waist. I quickly, but quietly turn around and walk off to the training room, away from them.

I still stare absentmindedly at where I threw the knife, making no move to leave. I don't know how to feel anymore, I just got played. I don't even know if it is considered being played, because of the fact that she is his girlfriend. But the fact that he would tell her the exact words he told me, is confusing. Especially because he told her after he told me. Clenching my fists, I walk to my target to yank all of the knives out of their place. They are all scattered close together, so it is faster for me to gather them.

While I place the knives back onto the table, I hear heavy footsteps approaching. I refuse to look up, whoever it is.

"Hey Tris. You okay?" My heart jumps. My eyes look up and meet with a dark pair. I look back down and put the last knife into place, forcefully. Then I make my way past him, but not far before he grabs onto my arm. "What is your problem? I'm trying to be nice here." His voice grows deep, and I shake my hold from his arm.

"If you are here to baby me about Edward, I don't need your pity. It isn't a big deal to me." I spit out at him. His eyes start to grow stormy, and he steps closer to me, looking down.

"Really? Then why were you so upset the past two days. You can't lie to me, Stiff." I feel myself start to burn, I am so angry.

"Who the hell cares Four? Who cares about if I lie or not? What the fuck are you? Candor? You're barely even Dauntless!" I start to yell, and I'm pretty sure my face is red. He looks taken aback for a second, showing a hint of pain.

"And do you think you are?" He gets closer to my face and says with his typical instructor voice. I don't flinch like I used to.

"I'm not scared of you." I whisper now, because of how close he stands. Then just like that, he turns to the table, and picks up a knife. Without positioning himself closer to the target, he launches it with force. It surprisingly hits the target. I don't want to anger him anymore, so I leave. The first thing I do when I get to my apartment is cry. I've held it in since I witnessed what happened at the Chasm.

My heart aches, as I clutch my pillow closer to me. He is such an asshole. I can't believe I thought of him as this sweet mysterious guy. He might as well be a player. God, I would have never guessed I would get into boy drama. I tend to avoid any kind of drama at all costs, and I am utterly stuck in this kind. I find myself glued to him, wanting to be his. I thought that maybe he did care about me a little bit. Now I wonder if Aria knows he is playing a lot of girls.

After crying for about ten minutes, I decide to wait until my face looks normal again, like I hadn't been bawling my eyes out. Over a boy. A boy that I cannot possibly have. Never in my life would I have thought of having my emotions controlled over a man. The thought of being a beautiful independent woman was something I would want to be. I quickly look in the mirror, glad to be looking normal again.

I decide to go to the pit and hang out with my friends. It has been around two hours since my encounter with Four, and I hope he is away. While walking to the pit, I can hear quiet laughter coming from the janitor's closet. I furrow my brows and walk to it, curious as to who is in there and what they are doing. I immediately regret stopping in the hallway, because the next thing I hear are loud sexual moans, and a shh we will get caught! The voice sounds familiar, but I care less as I walk away as quickly as I can. I concentrate on every quick step I take, pushing the noises farther away. I am almost to the pit, I can hear the talking and laughter.

I just need to push the sex sounds out of my mind. I am way too concentrated on how my feet move, that I don't see where my feet move. In an instant, the toe of my shoe stubs against a crack in the floor, and I feel myself falling forward. I spring my arms out and squeeze my eyes but… I don't hit the ground. Arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up and squeezing my stomach in the process.

"Ow…" I mutter softly.

"Sorry if that hurt." I freeze. Four. I meet his eyes. They look dull and emotionless.

"Th- thanks." My voice cracks, and I feel my cheeks start to flush. This is so awkward. Why does it feel like I am standing next to an ex? His expression stays the same, and he walks around me. I listen to his footsteps fade. They sound annoyed and angry, if such thing is possible. I suck in a breath and walk in to find my friends.

Ok so last night, there was a spider in my bed. It was not big at all, it was probably smaller than my pinky nail, but I still had a panic attack. I was hyperventilating on my floor, that is what I call true arachnophobia my friends. I don't play games, spiders are fucking disgusting. I didn't know why I had the need to share that, but there you go! Thanks for reading lovelies!