Thank you guys sooo much for your support from the last chapter, I love you all 3. Sorry it took me a bit to update, but I've been so busy lately. I am trying, though.

Anyway, I'm really really nervous posting this chapter. I'm not sure that it's my best, but there is more Four/Tris interaction, so I hope you guys like it!

I sit in the waiting section of the guidance department. My leg shakes nervously, and I wish I could stand up and pace but last time I did that in here, one of the counselors asked me to sit because I was making people nervous.

"Tris?"

I look up to see Tori standing a few feet in front of me. She gestures for me to follow her, and I stand up quickly to walk down the guidance hallway with her. She opens the door to her office and lets me in first before closing the door behind us. She circles around her desk to sit down while I sit in the chair opposite her.

"How are you, Tris?"

"Fine."

"How are you really?"

I look at her, as she stares back at me, completely straight-faced. Even though Tori is my favorite counselor, this is the one question I always hate. Because I always have the same answer.

"I don't know." She says nothing, so I decide to continue. "I've been dissociating a lot lately."

"Why do you think that is?" she asks, as she leans back in her chair.

"I don't know." I sigh. "I've just been thinking so much about... everything. You know, my parents, Peter, Eric... I just can't get them out of my mind."

"Are you still afraid?" Tori asks.

"Yes," I admit. "I'm still afraid of them. The ones that are still alive anyway. It's like I keep reliving all of the things they did to me over and over again. I still have nightmares, I still get scared that it might happen again... And I know you said I might have been traumatized by certain things, but I still don't understand how I could be traumatized by what Eric did. It makes no sense. I can't be traumatized by something that didn't actually happen, can I?"

She smiles slightly, and I can't help but wonder why she is smiling in a time like this. That is, until she speaks.

"Tris, you're smarter than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about what you just said," she says. "What happened with Eric didn't really happen per say. But he did try to force you, correct? He did intimidate you?"

"Well, yes."

"You don't have to be beaten or raped to be traumatized, Tris," she says. "Anything that induces fear can be traumatizing."

I look down at her desk, as I take in this information. I look at the picture frame on the side of her desk that holds a picture of Tori and her brother. I only know because I asked her about it during one of my sessions with her.

"What are you thinking, Tris?"

I look up at her finally and take a deep breath, as I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't want to believe that I'm traumatized by any of that," I say. "I don't want to believe that I'm that weak."

"You're sitting here in my office even after everything that's happened." She smiles slightly. "That is brave in itself. Opening up to people is about as brave as it gets, you know."

"I think you're the only person I can open up to though. And even then, it makes me nervous."

"What about your friend?" She looks down at the paper in front of her, which I assume is the notes she wrote from our sessions. "Christina?"

"I don't like to bring her down with stuff like this."

"Well, do you have anyone else to talk to? Anyone you feel comfortable with?"

I sigh, as my mind immediately jumps to Tobias. I remember how I wanted to form a connection with him, how I felt like I could trust him, especially since he actually protected me when the situation arose instead of just claiming that he would help me. I shake my head, as I think about him. Surely, I can't trust him. Not after he kept that secret from me. Not after he reported me in the first place.

"I thought I had someone I could trust," I mutter. "But he ended up lying to me."

"Do you want to tell me what the lie was?"

"I guess." I sigh heavily, as my leg shakes nervously. "I'm sure you know that Four is the one that reported me to Principal Matthews."

"I didn't, but go on."

"Oh... Well, he did. I didn't even know him at the time, but apparently he felt the need to report me." She nods, gesturing for me to continue. "Anyway, we started talking to each other when I started going to the support group. He didn't tell me that it was him until this past weekend."

"So you feel betrayed?"

"I guess you could say that."

She nods her head slowly, and I watch her, knowing that she is figuring out what to say.

"That is a tough situation" she says finally. "For both of you. Let me ask you this. What do you think his reason was for reporting you?"

"He told me why," I say. "He said it was because he wanted to help me."

"Is that all?" she asks rhetorically. "I saw you that day. Your scars were in plain sight, yet only one person reported you."

"And?" I ask, since I'm not sure where she is going with this.

"He obviously cares about you a great deal," she says. "Which would explain why he didn't want you to know that it was him."

"Well, it's his own fault," I argue. "If he had just told me the truth..."

"Would you have reacted differently?" My mouth snaps shut, since she already knows the answer to that question. "I understand that you feel betrayed and hurt, Tris."

"That's an understatement." I roll my eyes. "The point is, he shouldn't have done it in the first place. I would have been fine."

"Do you really believe that?"

I stare back at her for a moment, trying not to show the fact that her words stung just a bit. Because, in all honestly, I can't say with complete certainty that I would still be alive today if I had not been reported. I cannot say with certainty that I would have just magically stopped hurting myself or thinking up ways to end myself completely.

"No," I say. "I don't think I do."

Christina POV

I lean back against the bleachers, as I bring a cigarette to my lips. Tris sits a couple feet away from me, a frustrated look on her face, as she spaces out. I'm fairly certain that she's upset because Four told her what he did. I feel awful for not telling her but at the same time, I knew it wasn't my secret to tell. But now, she can't know that I knew before her. She would never forgive me.

"You okay?" I finally ask.

She looks at me, confused, for a second before she composes herself and shakes her head.

"Not really."

"What's wrong?"

I take a long drag, preparing myself for the lies I'll have to tell if she tells me about Four.

"I found out who reported me," she mutters before taking an equally long drag.

"Who?" I ask, even though I already know.

"Four," she says hesitantly. "He told me on Saturday."

I sigh, as she looks at me. I may not like lying, but I can be good at it. I take a moment to think about how I would respond if I didn't know.

"Are you serious?" I roll my eyes. "I knew there was something off about that guy."

"Yeah," is all she says before letting out a sigh.

"Want me to fuck him up?"

She snorts at this, and I smirk back at her, mentally praising myself for giving a believable response.

"If anyone is fucking him up, it's gonna be me."

I chuckle, as she smiles slightly and stares down at her feet.

"Hey." She looks up at me. "At least he told you. That's something, right?"

"He shouldn't have done it in the first place," she says, although it doesn't sound like she really believes it. She shakes her head. "I don't know. I don't know how to feel about it, I guess. What do you think?"

"I guess I'd be pissed if someone reported me." I shrug my shoulders. "But I get it. If I had noticed Will hurting himself, maybe I would have told someone too."

"What does Will have to do with this?"

"Well, I liked Will. A lot."

"And what, you think Four likes me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"No." I smirk. "I know he likes you."

"He doesn't like me."

I hold back a laugh, as I watch her roll her eyes and blush at the same time.

"Tris, shut up." She glares at me, and I smile back. "He likes you."

"Whatever," she mutters.

I smile, as she looks back at her feet. I can tell that she is considering this, and I can't help but feel a little proud of myself. Four may not be my favorite person in the world, but he's about ten thousand times better than Peter, and I can tell that he really cares about her. And the fact that Tris even talks about him with me shows that she has some kind of interest in him.

"You should ask him to formal," I say with a grin.

"Right." She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm surprised that's the first time you've mentioned formal."

"Ha ha, funny," I say sarcastically. "But now that you mention it..."

Tris groans, as I start to rattle off all of the things we have to do to prepare for the formal dance.

Uriah POV

Tris and I have a good schedule going for us. It's Wednesday morning, and we have already started working on a second song. Although, it's been just a bit more difficult to get it together, since Tris always seems to be in her own world lately. Four has been pretty out of it too lately, so I just have to guess that they're having some kind of problem again.

I never knew you could have this much relationship drama without even having a relationship.

Still, I don't want to upset either of them by asking about it, so I decided to just wait until one of them brought it up. It doesn't seem like either is going to, though. I sigh to myself and take my hands off the piano, as I look at her.

"So?"

"Hm?" She looks at me, as she tugs at the end of her ponytail. "Yeah, sounds good."

"Tris, I stopped playing about a minute ago."

"I'm sorry," she sighs. "I just can't stop thinking."

"About Four."

"Shut up, Uriah."

"I'm right, aren't I?" She rolls her eyes and looks away. "Look, I don't know what he did, but I can tell that he fucked up somehow."

"Basically," she mutters.

"You're not mad at him because we cuddled, are you?"

"You guys... cuddled?"

"Oh... Never mind." She raises an eyebrow at me, and I shrug. "Long story."

She continues to stare at me, as if she is unsure of what to say. So, I decide to take the chance to talk him up, as any good friend would.

"Look, I don't know what happened, but I know that Four is a good guy. Scary, but good." She smiles slightly, and I nudge her shoulder to make her look at me. "And I know that he's learned from whatever it is he did. He's not like your ex, Tris. He really cares about you, you know?"

She nods her head hesitantly and sighs, a conflicted look on her face.

"I really hope you're right," she says.

"I'm always right!"

I grin, as she pushes me playfully. There is silence for a moment, as she stares at the piano thoughtfully.

"Uriah?"

"Tris?"

"Why did you cuddle with Four?"

Four POV

"It's been four days since she's talked to me," I mutter. "She hates me."

"You really are a drama queen, Four."

Amar grins at me from his armchair, as I groan and lay back on the couch. To a stranger looking in, it might look as if he's a psychologist and I'm his client lying on the stereotypical couch. That's basically what is happening right now anyway.

"I'm not sure what you were expecting," Amar says before he drinks out of this mug.

"I don't know," I sigh, as I bring my arm over my eyes. "I knew she'd be upset. I was just hoping she wouldn't hate me."

"She doesn't hate you, stop overreacting." I would roll my eyes if they weren't closed. "She just needs some time, and I think you know that."

"I guess."

"I will say one thing," he says, and I can hear him smiling. "I've never seen you like this over a girl. I think this one may be worth the extra effort."

I feel my cheeks heat up, and I am grateful that my arm is partially covering them so that he won't see. Before I can say anything in response, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I groan, as I pull it out of my pocket and open my eyes. My eyes widen when I see the name on my screen, and I sit up.

"She texted me," I say, although he probably figured that out already.

He doesn't say anything. He just smiles, as I read over the text and let out a deep breath.

Caleb POV

I sit down on the couch with my laptop on my lap. I've just gotten back from work, but now I need to write a paper for class. Work never really ends, I suppose.

As I start the laptop, I notice the sound of water running, meaning Beatrice is in the shower. Normally, this wouldn't mean anything to me. But today, it means everything.

I've been waiting for a chance to look at her phone. I know she would hate me if she found out, but I need to know what she is hiding from me. I need to make sure that she's okay.

When I hear the bathroom door close, I stand up and rest the laptop on the coffee table. I slowly open the door to her room, looking around to make sure that she is definitely not in her. Then I spot it, resting on her bedside table. I sit down on the edge of her bed as I pick it up.

I take a deep breath. I remember how much she used to hate it when she found out that Dad was looking through her journals. But this is different. This is for her safety. This is the right thing to do. I hope.

Finally, I open up her phone and go straight to the text messages. I see my name as well as Christina's. And then, at the top, I see an unsaved number. I open it up and look through the messages.

"Four?" I mumble to myself as I read the first message. "Who..."

"What the hell!"

My head snaps up, and I find myself staring back at Beatrice. She has a towel wrapped around her body, and her face is red, probably from a mix of embarrassment and anger. I stand up slowly, as if I am about to be attacked by a vicious animal.

"Beatrice, I..."

"Are you serious?" she yells at me. "Thank god I fucking forgot something 'cause if I hadn't I never would have known what an asshole you are!"

"Don't talk to me like that, Beatrice!"

Her face turns even redder, if that was even possible. Now I'm really afraid that she's about to attack. She lets out a humorless laugh.

"You know, Caleb, I can see why you act like my father all the time," she says, disgust in her voice. "Because you really are your father."

I feel my own face redden at that, as I think back to the horrible things that my father used to say and do.

"I am not like Dad," I say slowly.

"Look what you're fucking holding, Caleb!" I turn her phone over in my hand, as I look down at it. "You're just like him."

I stare back at her, shaking, although I'm not sure if it's from anger or sadness. Or maybe even fear. She shakes her head at me.

"If you wanna look through my phone, then fine," she says dangerously. "Just know that you're doing exactly what he would do."

She turns around and leaves for the shower, her face still red with anger. Tears begin to prickle at my eyes, as I replace the phone on the table. I sit down on the edge of her bed, resting my elbows on my knees.

I'm not like him. I can't be like him. But what if I already am?

Tris POV

My mother was the one who always told me to pull myself together when I was emotional. I still her voice in my head telling me that whenever I'm nervous, like right now. But I can't seem to pull myself together now.

I told Tobias that I would talk to him after this support group meeting, but now I'm not so sure that I'm ready. As I play with the gauze wrapped around my hand, I can sense his eyes on me from across the circle.

After I caught Caleb looking through my phone, I tried to go take a shower and calm down. But as usual, my anger got the best of me.

I punched the bathroom mirror and messed up my hand pretty badly. But hey, at least it wasn't my dominant hand.

Anyway, I know that Tobias is going to ask what happened to my hand as soon as we are alone, and that is the last thing I want to talk about. When I look up, I even notice Tori glancing at it, so I try to hide it with my other hand.

The meeting goes by fairly quickly, since I spend most of the time spacing out. I feel bad, but I'm far too consumed by anxiety to focus.

When the meeting is over, I tell Christina that I'll catch up to her, and then I glance at Tobias before walking toward the door that leads back into the school. I can tell that he is following me without even looking back. When I reach the empty hallway, I turn around and find myself staring back at him.

We both stare back at each other, as if we're both feeling each other out. His expression is unreadable, and I can tell that that is purposeful. I'm sure my expression is the same way since I don't want him to know what I am thinking.

"So..." I say finally.

He raises an eyebrow at me.

"So?" he says. "What exactly did you want to talk about?"

"I think you know."

"I do, but I'm not sure what to say about it. I'm not sure if you want me to explain myself or if you want to tell me how upset you are with me."

"Waste of time," I mutter. "It's not like you can take it back."

"I can't," he agrees. "But I am sorry. You were right. I should have just minded my own business."

"No." I shake my head and sigh. "You were right to do what you did."

"Really?" he asks suspiciously.

"Yeah." I take a deep breath and look around to make sure nobody is here. "I mean... You know, who knows what would have happened if you didn't say something?"

I stare down at my feet, as we stand in silence for a moment. I can't speak for him, but I feel embarrassment for finally admitting that I might not even be here right now if I wasn't reported. This is worse than simply admitting that he was right. Not only am I admitting that he is right, but I am also admitting that I am weak. That my life meant nothing to me. Sometimes my life still means nothing to me. But it's so hard to say that aloud, and that's exactly what I've just done.

"That's why I did it," he says quietly. "I was scared for you. I didn't want anything to happen to you."

"Why?" I ask.

"I've told you why," he says, sounding a bit frustrated. "Because I know-"

"No." I shake my head, still looking down at my feet. "No. Tell me the real reason."

There is silence for a moment before his hand finds mine, and I close my eyes to steady myself.

"I think you already know," he sighs. "I have feelings for you, Tris."

I let out a shaky breath, and I suddenly feel tears prickling at my eyes, although I'm not sure why. My mind jumps to Peter.

Even when he first told me he liked me, I didn't feel how I feel now. I felt giddy, simply because it was so exciting to me that a boy liked me. But this feels different. I don't feel giddy or fluttery.

In all honesty, I'm not sure what I'm feeling.

I know that I have feelings for him too even if I don't want to. I know that I like the feeling of his hands wrapped around mine, and I like the way he looks at me.

But it's not enough. I'm not enough, and I never will be. I know that even if I like him and he likes me, it's just not enough. I'll never be worthy of love.

"Tris?"

I look up at him, my eyes still filling up. He stares back at me, obviously concerned, as I force the tears in my eyes to stay there.

"I want to be so mad at you, you know," I say, surprising myself.

But he doesn't seem surprised. He simply nods his head at me, his expression completely neutral.

"Tell me," he says. "Tell me how mad you are."

"I can't," I croak.

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't."

"Tell me how mad you are."

"Tobias-"

"Tell me."

"God damn it, Tobias!"

"Do it."

"Stop!" And surprisingly, he does. "You wanna know how mad I am? I'm fucking pissed! When you reported me, you destroyed my relationship with my brother, you made it so that I can never even sigh in class without being reported, you made it so that my business isn't my own. The worst part is that I'm so angry, but I can't be angry at you because..."

He looks at me expectantly, as I stare at him, my mouth still open slightly. My breathing picks up a bit, as my thoughts race through my mind.

They don't make any sense.

"Because?" he says carefully.

Because you saved my life.

The thought repeats itself in my mind over and over again, but I cannot bring myself to say it. He stares at me for a moment, and I remind myself that he is waiting for an answer.

"Because..." I start much quieter this time. "I know you just did it because you care about me."

He nods but I can tell by the look on his face that he knows that that is not what I was going to say originally. Luckily, he doesn't press me further.

"I do care about you," he says. "And I am sorry."

"I know." I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. "And I forgive you."

He smiles just the slightest bit at this. I look down, as we stand there in silence. I never could have predicted that I would have been able to forgive the person who reported me. Then again, I never could have predicted any of this.

"Do you feel a little better now?" he asks.

"A little," I say honestly.

"Can I ask you something, then?"

"I guess," I reply, looking back up at him.

"What happened to your hand?" he asks.

My first reaction is to cover my hand, but I realize that I cannot do that now since he is still holding my good hand.

"I don't want to talk about it." He gives me a concerned look, and I know what it means. "It wasn't Peter."

He seems to calm down at this, as he nods his head. There is silence again, as we stare back at each other. That is, until my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and see that it is a text from Christina.

"Well, Christina is expecting me," I say to him, as I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Right." He sighs. "Well, you'll be at Zeke's house later anyway, I'm guessing."

"I will." I nod. "Maybe neither of us will get wasted tonight."

He crosses his arms, a small smile on his lips. I can't help but notice how much I like it.

"I've already sworn off of drinking," he says. "So that's up to you."

"I'll try," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Maybe we can get to know each other without drunk confessions and questionable choices."

"I'd like that," he says with a smirk.

"All right." I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling back. "I'll see you later, then."

He nods at me before I turn around and walk toward the exit. As I walk to Christina's house, I think about what just happened over and over again. And I wonder what it is about him that makes me want to get close to him even when I know what happens when I get close to people.