Hello people! :) Poop happened, in which delayed the chapter. Then my Blackberry broke, so all my chapters are gone. This was supposed to be long, but then I'm all like "whatever, screw this, I'm just gonna publish it."

Anyway, since you guys have replioed to the question in the last chapter, I'm going to make a questionnaire! :D

1) Favorite character from Divergent.

2) What faction would you fit in?

3) I am Tris's friend, though I don't like her much. I am awesome and rebellious. Who am I?

Uriah

"Ok, I'm going to go to the Pit with Peyton! I'll be back by 9!" Tris called as she closed the door shut, leaving the sound echoing in the room. This was the 3 time this week, the 4 other times, she didn't even tell me. What could she be doing with Peyton? I'm her boyfriend! She should be spending more time with me! What makes him so special? Wherever he goes, girls swoon, then he winks at them, in an abnormally obnoxious way...The thought materialized in my head. Was Tris cheating on me?

Tris

"And then what happened?" Peyton asked as his eyes shined with amusement and delight. A small smile adorned his face. He looked so happy, unlike the times I caught his eyes slightly water, or when his almost-invisible scowl deepened. It seemed as if I was the only one who noticed.

"And then I fell." I confessed as my cheeks flamed. He laughed with pure amusement. It was nice to hear, so I ended up joning him. Once we quieted down,, he finally spoke.

"You're too clumsy for you're own good." He said jokingly. I gasped.

"I am not!" I shouted. Standby-ers gawked and analyzed me with their gaze, making me sit back down.

"You sound like Effie Trinket." He said as he had a faraway expression. My brows furrowed.

"Who's that?" The corners of his lips tugged up again as he looked thoughtful.

"There was a book I read, back in Erudite. It was called The Hunger Games. It was about a girl who lived in Panem, a country which is divided into twelve districts. Each year, they have a tournament, where a boy and a girl from each district kill each others and the last one remains winner."

"That's terrible, imagine living in that world."

"The lead character, Katniss reminds me of you."

"Why's that?"

"Because, you're both strong, independant, and beautiful." I blushed at his comment.

"What does this have to do with 'Effie Trinket'?" I asked.

"She's the escort for the tributes of district twelve. Somewhere in the mvovie, she yells 'That is mahogany!'" Peyton's voice went up as he tried to imitate Effie Trinket. I felt the corners of my lips twitch up and I suppressed a smile.

"So, do you want to go now?" He asked me, I nodded.

As I got out of my seat, I took a step forward, well tried to. I felt the rush of wind against my face for a brief time and before I knew it, I was sprawled across the floor with my face flat on the ground. Peyton burst out laughing as he helped me up. My cheeks, once again, flamed.

"You really are too clumsy for your own good." He said.

"As I said before, I am not." I deadpanned.

"Prove it." He challenged.I corked an eyebrow.

"You don't believe what I say?" I gasped. "I'm hurt." I tried to keep on a straight face but ended up bursting out laughing.

"So, why did you bring me out here?" I came to an abrupt halt and turned to face him.

"Easy, I will prove to you that I am not clumsy." He chuckled as his eyes shone with amusement.

"And how are you going to do that?" He seemed as if I couldn't do it. Odd, I've never heard him use his words like that. I decided to shake it pff.

"I am going to climb this tower," I gestured to a tall tower with few windows. "with that ladder." I gestured to the ladder on the side of the building. All of the amusement was wiped off his face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"You know, that could be a mental institution and psychopathic murderers could be lurking in there, waiting for their next victim." He said and I could see a sliver of a smile on his face. I knew that he was trying to scare me, but I couldn't help this eerie feeling creeping on to me.

"Whatever, let's get this done." I headed towards the ladder as my palms started sweating. Great. Because this is the perfect time. Peyton followed but as I hoisted myself up onto the ladder, he kept his feet firm on the ground.

"Alright, I'm going up." I announced. Peyton spared me a glance.

"Be careful." And I ascended.

One hand after another. Calm. Stay calm. I took deep breaths but it wasn' t going to help me. My palms were now glistening from the perspiration and the bars became slippery. All at once, I lost my footing and I felt the brief rush of wind in my face. My arms and shoulders screamed from the sudden strain and my legs were left dangling in the air. I looked up and gasped in fear at the sight. I was about to fall.