Previously (Four POV):

"Be my guest," I say, grabbing the handle at the top and swinging the bag up onto the desk. "I have nothing to hide." From across the table Drew smirks at me. As Ms. Graham unzips my bag I see Peter across the room with a look of glee on his face.

The main compartment of my bag doesn't turn up anything unusual, and I don't smell weed even with the bag two feet from my face.

Then she opens the front pocket. She pauses and frowns at me, disappointment in her eyes, and my heart pounds. And then she pulls out what she founds and it's like a weight is on my chest keeping me from taking a full breath. Because in her fingers is a small ziploc baggie full of dried weed.

TRIS

"That's not mine," Four scoffs. He points at Drew. "He put it there when he was picking up the pencil that he probably dropped on purpose!"

I roll my eyes, this is so stupid. How does Four not see it?! I see Peter's eyes widen as he realizes Drew's mistake. I jump up and snatch the baggie out of Ms. Graham's hands and smirk at Drew. "This isn't even weed!" I exclaim. I open the bag and smell the contents. "Smell it, Ms. Graham. That's oregano!"

What was the point of this? A bag of oregano? Drew can't be stupid enough to think this is actually weed, can he?

Four grabs the bag out of my hands and after putting his nose near the opening and sniffing, looks at me with wide eyes, then glares at Drew and shoves the bag at Ms. Graham.

I try not to giggle at Four's shock― it seems he seriously thought that was weed as well.

"Hmph." Ms. Graham glares at Drew. "Tris, thank you for pointing that out." She narrows her eyes at me. "I apologize, Four. And Drew, I'll be speaking with Ms. Matthews about this." Drew's face is bright red and Peter is shooting him a death glare. Ms. Graham glances at the clock, as if she is just begging for the period to be over so she can get these idiots out of her classroom, and I do in turn; class is supposed to be over in three minutes. "You are all dismissed."

Ms. Graham's heels click on the tile floor as she hurries out the door with the baggie of oregano in hand.

I look at Drew and burst out laughing. His face turns an even brighter red, if that's possible. "I can't believe―" I gasp out "you really thought… you could get… Four in trouble… with oregano." Four joins in my laughter, I can hardly breathe. "Did you pay for that shit?"

"You idiot!" Peter hisses storming over. "You said you tried it!" He's saying it in a harsh whisper but I still caught it and it only makes me laugh harder.

"I did!" Drew defends. Drew actually smoked oregano and didn't know it wasn't weed. He thought it would get him high… so it did. The power of suggestion.

"You two are morons," I chuckle as I zip up my backpack. "Come on, Four."

I buy my lunch today, so most of the gang is already in our usual lunch spot in a dead-end hallway when I arrive. And as soon as I sit down, I notice that Christina's voice is even louder and more shrill than usual as she interrogates Four about what happened in Trig.

I cringe as I realize it's my fault he's currently subjected to her questions. Her boyfriend, Will, is my only friend in my fourth period Physics class; today, we got last week's test back. I didn't do so well. Will offered to tutor me for free, which is nice of him, but it's not that the work is too hard… I just can't concentrate when I try to do it. He wouldn't drop it, though, so I had to redirect the conversation and Drew and Peter's failed attempt to set up Four was the first subject that came to mind.

Obviously what I shared already got back to Christina. Not that it's a secret, I just feel sorry for Four having to deal with her interrogation. Four is trying to answer her questions, but as more people listen in he keeps having to back up and rehash the same parts of the story.

Uriah sidles up next to me. "Tris," he says while everyone else is distracted with Four's story, "can we talk for a minute? Please?"

"Uriah, I'm not―"

"Just for a minute." I look at him and sigh. He's giving me the puppy dog eyes that he knows I can't say no to.

"One minute," I relent. He laces his fingers with mine and pulls me around the corner into another hallway, and into an alcove. I don't try to pull my hand away from his, instead I grip it tighter. I don't know what to do. I miss him… I miss the way we used to be together.

But I don't know if we can ever be that way again.

Uriah leans one shoulder against the lockers and raises his other hand to my face. I close my eyes and let out a slow exhale when he touches my cheek; the locker door next to me rattles as I lean my shoulder into it as well. "Tris," Uriah says softly. "Can we just talk about this? Not right now, I know. But… tonight? Please, Tris."

I stare straight ahead at his shoulder. "Uriah… I told you, I need some time."

"Baby…" he leans his forehead against mine and I close my eyes tight. I can't look in his eyes right now. "I know I screwed up. I just want to talk about it. Tris, look at me."

Don't look. Don't look, Tris. Keep them closed.

I open my eyes. And right there are those warm chocolate brown ones I can't say no to.

"Okay." Damn it. "Come over after practice tonight and… we'll talk."

The corners of his lips turn up into a slow grin. "Thank you, baby, thank you. I know we can figure this out. Come on, let's get back to lunch." I stand there feeling stunned as he kisses my forehead. He practically bounces as he grabs my hand and pulls me back down the hall to our usual lunch spot in the dead-end hallway. And I just follow along wondering what the hell I am going to say to him when he comes over tonight.

Because right now, I have no idea. And I only have about six hours to figure it out.

"Come on, Tris, we've got to hurry!" Shauna exclaims.

"Calm down," I answer shifting from second gear to third. It sputters as I try to accelerate. "It's an old truck, not a sports car."

"I don't understand why you like this old thing so much," she grumbles. "It sounds like an old motorboat. And smells like one, too."

I sigh, thinking back to all the times I spent with my mom, the hood propped up and grease on our hands. "Something's wrong with it. Four's going to help me fix it this weekend."

"That's nice of him," she says. "He's cute, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," I mumble. I feel like I am betraying Uriah by saying so, but there's no use denying it; Four is one of the most attractive guys I've ever seen in person. "I think Marlene likes him, have you noticed? She was watching him during practice. I'll bet she'll be in the bleachers watching him when we get back there." I mean, I guess it's hard to be sure that he's the one she was looking at, but he was with Uriah and Zeke each time, so who else could it have been?

"I noticed him watching our cheerleading practice a few times as well," Shauna says. "Maybe he likes her back." Why wouldn't he like Marlene? She's beautiful. I should be happy for them both. But for some reason, I'm not.

I don't want to talk about Four and Marlene any more. Time to change the subject. "Okay, enough gossip. Will you please explain why we went on an urgent ice cream run?"

"Well…" Shauna smirks. "While you and Uriah snuck off to make out or whatever you were doing," I snort, that is so not what we were doing, "Christina gave Four his first dare. We need to keep the team around for a while after practice and what better way to do that than free dessert?"

I shake my head. "What was the dare?"

"You'll see…"

"Is this dare happening anytime soon?" I complain. "We're almost out of ice cream, I don't think we can bribe them to stick around any longer."

"Oh, they'll be out anytime now. Everyone else has been out here a while; they can't stay in there forever," Zeke chuckles. Four smirks and pushes his bag with his feet so it is better hidden behind a bush. I narrow my eyes at him and he looks back with mock innocence.

Then I hear laughter and see everyone looking toward the locker rooms. Boys are wolf whistling and cat calling. "Nice boobies!" Zeke shouts as I try to push my way to the front of the crowd; I'm the shortest person here and can't see past anyone.

Uriah grabs my arm, grinning at me, and hunches down a bit as he lifts me onto his shoulders. Now I am high above the crowd and see what they are laughing at. My jaw drops and I cover my mouth with my hand before bursting into laughter, shaking so hard that Uriah can hardly keep hold of me.

Walking toward us are Peter and Drew, bare midriffs showing, their bodies bulging out of cheerleader uniforms that will probably never correctly fit their owners again. Drew does, indeed, have a nice pair of man-boobs. Peter looks murderous while Drew looks like he wants to crawl under a rock and die; both their faces are bright red in humiliation.

"Who took our clothes?!" Peter shouts, I only laugh harder. "Pedrad, was it one of you? Four? Come on, this isn't funny!"

"Actually, it's pretty hilarious," Coach Amar laughs between bites of his strawberry ice cream. "Come on, boys, I'll find you something else to wear."

Coach and the two assholes walk back to the building, with Coach still laughing and Peter shooting glares back at the team, and the football players soon begin to disperse. Uriah sets me back on my feet.

"Well done for a first dare, Four," I grin at him. He smiles back looking quite satisfied, and he should― they totally deserved it after what happened in math class. "Better start thinking of the next one, and make it good."

I sling my bag over my shoulder and get ready to head to my car. Uriah stops me with a hand to my shoulder. "Babe, how about I pick up a pizza on my way?"he suggests. "Then you won't have to cook dinner?"

I sigh. I get what he's doing, and I'm afraid it will work since I still don't know what I'm going to say to him. At least this might give me a few more minutes, though. "Sure, sounds great, Uri."

He kisses my temple. "Okay, meet you there soon as I can!" He hurries to his Jeep and I stare after him.

"You okay?" I turn and see Four. It looks like we're the last two here.

I shrug. "I'll be fine. It's just…" I shake my head. I barely know him, I can't talk to him about any of this. "It's nothing. I'm fine. See you tomorrow, Four."

"Good night, Tris," I hear as I walk away.