A/N: Hi! I hope you like the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. The story is just a few more chapters long. I don't want it to be sixty chapters long. I also have a new fanfic on divergent 'Sleep My Angel'. Check it out. I am sure you'll love it. Please review!

Tris POV

I don't know for how long I had passed out next to the door until I felt something wet on my feet. I rub my eyes and stretch my arms. I bend forward to see Olly licking my feet. I pick him up and he instantly starts licking my face. It tickles me. I laugh and try to pull him away from my face. I go to the kitchen and open the cupboard and open a can of dog food for him. I place in his bowl and he sits on the kitchen floor, wiggling his tail as he eats.

I lay down lazily on the couch and try to clear my mind. Whenever I am stressed, I gather all my thoughts, push and lock them in a drawer and throw its key away. It may seem funny but it has always worked for me. I try to clear my mind. All the thought chains are locked in the drawer but there is a thought lingering in the back of my mind. Too stubborn to leave me alone. It's about Four. He is out putting up posters of me and I am pretty sure that someone or the other must have told him. My eyes move to the clock, I try to calculate for how long I had slept. I only slept for fifteen minutes! My face lights up. I have a good chance I think. I take my phone and text Chris:

Hi!

Hi! What are you doing? Any updates on Four?

Yeah, he told me to paint a poster of ME!

Did you do it?

Yes, I had no option for opting out of it.

Well, that's fair. So now what?

Now, I want to you to be my friend and threaten everyone in our circle to not disclose that it is me in the poster. Can you do it?

What do I get in return?

I will wear whatever you want me to wear.

Great! Deal closed. I am on it.

Good, thanks.

I grab my jacket and step outside the apartment. I see Four rushing towards me. Does he know it's me? Oh my god! What should I do? Should I run back in? Before I have enough time to come to a terrible conclusion, he is standing in front of me.

"Hi!" I say in a tight voice that doesn't belong to me.

"Hi, I need your help" he says. For a brief moment, his eyes connected to mine and everything, everything in that split second was alright. I snap out of my bubble and say "Sure, what's up?"

"I managed to get hundred photocopies and I need help to put them up, will you help me?" he says, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes" I say and he hands me some posters and himself carries a can of glue and two brushes. I can't believe he got a hundred copies. With the posters in my hand, I don't even have a chance to text Chris about the deal we made. I hope she did the work.

Four and I keep walking around the compound, stopping occasionally to put the posters up which say 'Have you seen her?'. It's so ridiculously right. The part of me which was dancing with him was utterly happy and now it's lost.

We have only put up five posters till now, that too on the same wall. The shop owners or the landlords aren't giving us permission. It's weird to see that Four's tough personality is so vulnerable right now, no one is listening to him.

I look outside the hall door and it's raining. It reminds me of the time when me and my brother danced in the rain. I have a sudden urge to leave this work and dance in the rain. I set the posters down and tap on Four's shoulder, who is staring blankly at the wall.

"What?" he asks.

"I think you have done enough to find her" I say.

"What? Don't you see? She ran away from me. So, it must be my fault" he says, massaging his temples.

"I understand everything Four. It's just that you have spent days trying to find her and now you are miserable putting up posters around the compound. Maybe she needs some time to figure things out, you have to give it some time" I explain to him, hoping he would just give up on that shitty girl and I could go outside.

"Maybe you're right. Well, nevertheless I have something to tell you" he says.

"And that is?" I say.

"I wanted to say that you have been a great help today and that I want to apologise for my awful behaviour" he says thoughtfully.

I smile at his attempt to say sorry. "It's alright. I am sorry too, it's not like I was ever good to you too" I say.

"Now, come on! let's go outside" I plead.

"No, it's raining" he says.

"Oh! come on, maybe she is also dancing outside and you are going to miss the chance. Just have fun for once Four!" I plead again and again. He gives in and I take his hand, pretending not to feel electricity coursing through my veins.

I pull him outside and I trip over my own feet. I am about to fall but he grabs me by my waist and pulls me up. As he pulls me up, my face is so close to his. I feel like closing the gap but I need to suppress my feelings. I am already stuck in a tornado and I can't let him in. I look away and stand up straight. "Thanks, I am very clumsy" I joke. He chuckles and says "I thought so". I playfully slap his arm and his does it back. We fight like kids for god knows how long. We don't stop until we're on the ground, soaking wet, and non-stop laughing. He stands up and offers me his hand. He helps me up and takes both of my hands in his and we are moving in circles with our hands intertwined in between.

I have only seen this happen in movies and I can't believe of all the girls he can have, he has chosen me. Over and over again. I smile and laugh with him until he scares me that we could pneumonia. We enter the building and stare in horror at the sight we have come to see. Olly is chewing on the posters. I scream "Olly, stop it" and rush to pick him up and try to get the pieces of paper out of his mouth. I look back at Four, who is holding his head in his hands, sitting on the floor. I sit next to him and say "I am sorry. I didn't realise that Olly followed us till here. I will pay for the next set of photocopies. I am so sorry Four". He looks up and says "What did you say?" "I said that I am sorry" I repeat myself.

"No, what did you say his name was?" he asks. I realise I said Olly. That night Cinderella told him her dog is named Olly. I cover up the truth by saying "Polly, she's Polly". "Oh, I thought I heard something else" he says.

We get up and throw the mushy pieces of the posters into the bin. I wave him goodbye and take Olly in my arms, heading home.

Four POV

I open the door to my apartment and enter inside. I look around to see Zeke is not here. I sigh and drink an entire bottle of water. I dry myself and change into fresh clothes. When I go to place my dirty clothes in the hamper, the smell of rain reminds of how Tris and I danced just now. I smile as I remember the moment. I have seen this happening only in the movies and I can't believe Tris allowed me to dance with her. I open my closet and take out the original poster. I really like her painting skills. The painting looks so real that I just want to keep it with myself. But, I have a better idea. I put on my sneakers and jog to the cafeteria. It is a very busy place and I bet every pair of eyes will be on this poster. I enter the canteen and put the poster up and step back. I smile as I see a crowd gathering around the painting. I clear my throat and shout "Does anyone know who she is?" there are murmurs from within the crowd but no possible answer. Just when I was losing hope, I can see a hand raised in the midst of the crowd, jumping up and down to answer the mystery.

Tris POV

I open my refrigerator decide to go buy some food from the cafeteria. I am on standing on the entrance to the cafeteria, when my phone starts buzzing. I pick my phone. It's a call from Chris.

"Hi! What's up?" I say.

"Tris! I am so sorry! Please don't leave me. I am so sorry! I will do anything you want me to but please don't get angry" exclaims Christina.

"Hey! Calm down and explain" I command.

As she explains, I feel my eyes widen and my jaw drop in horror.

A/N: Cliff-hanger! *evil laugh* so what do you think is going on? Who knows who the mysterious Cinderella is? Any guesses? Please review, follow and favourite. Thanks for reading!