A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews! I'm so glad you like my story. As promised...here is the next chapter. Some of you mentioned you wanted them longer so after this chapter they will start to get longer.

I wear the dark blue dress that I was going to wear on my first date. It still reminds me of Four. I can't believe this is my second date in merely a few days. I spend extra time on my hair and make-up. If this is some silly game, he's going to want it to be real with the way I'm looking tonight.

I hear a knock on the door and I quickly answer it. Four is standing there with his mouth slightly open. He is eyeing me up and down, which causes me to blush.

"You look amazing," he declares.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I reply.

He really does look amazing. He has on dark jeans with a black button up shirt. The shirt is just tight enough that I can see the outline of his biceps. He reaches out for my hand and gives it a small kiss. I blush again. Why does he do this to me?

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yep."

I close my door and we walk down the hall. Instead of heading towards the courtyard, he takes us to the road. This catches me off guard. We are leaving the University?

"Where are we going?" I ask nervously.

"It's a surprise," he grins.

He takes me towards a car and holds the door open for me. I slip in and wait for him to come around. He starts the engine and we are on our way to some random destination. I keep thinking he is going to drive me out into the middle of nowhere and leave me there to walk back on my own. He wouldn't really do that, but my mind sometimes thinks the worst.

We pull up to a small gravel parking lot near some woods. I start to panic. He pops the trunk and gets out. What's in the trunk? I get out and follow him to the back of the car. I see a giant blanket and a picnic basket. Wow. Definitely did not see that one coming. He picks up the items and beckons me to follow him.

We walk through the woods until we reach an opening. Four searches for a spot by the lake that has flat ground. He places the blanket down and then puts the picnic basket towards the center. He plops himself onto the blanket and pats the side for me to sit. I give him a small smile and sit beside him.

"I could've dressed more appropriately if you told me we were going to be out in the woods."

"Then I would've ruined the surprise," he smiles. "So Tris, does that stand for Beatrice?"

"That's correct. Are we going to play 21 questions or something?"

He laughs, nods, and starts pulling items from the picnic basket. There are sandwiches, fruits, and a bottle of wine. I really didn't see this coming. Who would guess that Four is a romantic? He pours two glasses and places a plate of food in front of me.

"Okay, how many girls have you brought out here?" I ask.

"You are the first."

That is actually surprising to me. I figured with this being such a beautiful place he would want to bring all of them here. Four takes a bite of his sandwich and chews before continuing.

"Were you a cheerleader in high school?"

"No. I only tried out because Christina wanted me to."

He seems impressed by my answer.

"Okay, how many girlfriends have you had?"

"Relationship questions already? You don't want to know who I am first?" he puts his hand to his chest as if I hurt his heart, "None."

"None?"

"Yes and it's my turn so shh" he laughs, "Where did you grow up?"

"Chicago."

"Me too."

"Hmm…" I try to think of what to ask him. I really want to know how many girls he's been with, but maybe I shouldn't jump to that question right away.

"Before you ask…" he interrupts my thoughts, "I'm really not as bad as everyone makes me seem. I flirt to keep up a reputation. As far as sleeping with girls..." he hesitates, "that's a big zero too."

He must've read my mind and I guess my mouth drops open because he just shakes his hair.

"But you drank during the game."

"Yeah, well, I lied," he gives me half smile.

"I keep up the player appearance because that's what everyone expects from me. All those girls people see me with go to their own homes at the end of the night and just tell people we did stuff so they don't feel bad that I rejected them. You are actually the first girl I've let stay in my dorm room," he gives me a wink.

He really does have this player appearance down pat. When he told me about me being the only girl to sneak out of his room, I wanted to punch him in the face. I mean girls don't want to hear about those kinds of things, but now that I know I'm the only girl he has let sleep in his room, I can't help but revel in his cleverness.

"I actually quite hate when girls throw themselves at me," he pauses, "well except you."

"I didn't throw myself at you. I was preventing you from getting undressed." I defend myself.

"Whatever you say," he laughs.

I playfully hit him and he falls back. He looks up at the sky and I lay back to join him.

"It's still my turn because I wasn't going to ask that." He nods.

"What does the tattoo on your back represent?"

His expression changes from happy to emotionless is a matter of seconds.

"That is a story for another day."

I don't push. I just give him a slight smile and wait for him to speak again.

"It's still your turn…" he trails off.

"Oh right, do you have any siblings?"

"Nope," he pops the p.

"Do you?"

"Yeah, my brother Caleb actually goes here too."

"Oh yeah. The really smart kid."

I take a few bites of my food while I try to think of my next question. The wine is a bit bitter for my taste and with the face Four is giving, I can tell he doesn't like it.

"Why does everyone call you Four?"

"That's another story…" he starts.

"For another day!" I finish for him with a small grunt.

"How can I get to know you if everything about you is for another day?" I ask slightly annoyed.

"I did bring you out here so I could get to know you. You just assumed I'd open up too," he replies with a smug look on his face.

"Why do you like me?" I blurt out.

He laughs before turning to his side and resting his head in his hand. I turn and do the same so we are facing each other. He gently slides a piece of my hair behind my ear and brushes my cheek with the backside of his fingers. They leave a warm sensation as they trail down my face.

"When I first saw you in your towel, I thought you were so small and gorgeous. You had this nervous look that made me laugh. Most girls would've tried to hit on me, but you didn't. Then you bumped into me again at the common room party. You opened up with the help of alcohol…" he trails off as he goes back to that night and he smiles.

"I tried to introduce myself, but you didn't even care. It's like I was just another random guy. Then at the bar I tried to get close to you, but you left me for Robert and that stung like a bitch. When I saw you two dancing I guess I realized that I was interested in you."

"Interested?"

He laughs again, "Yeah, interested."

"I didn't realize the effect you had on me until I saw you cheering at our game. You came alive out on the field and that's when I knew that I truly liked you."

"Well if you were so 'interested' why have you been such a dick to me?"

"Because I kept seeing you with Robert and it pissed me off so fucking much. You said there was nothing between you two but every time I turned around you were with him."

"Well you were with other girls," I say defensively, "like that night in the hall..."

"I saw you two cuddling up together at the restaurant so I asked to walk that girl home. She meant nothing to me, but Robert does mean something to you."

I take his hand and start drawing circles with my fingers.

"Robert and I have known each other our entire lives and my brother is dating his sister. That doesn't mean I have those kinds of feelings for him. Yes, I do like Robert, but only as a friend."

"Well I'm sorry for being a jerk,"

"You were more than a jerk," I counteract.

"Okay, okay! You win. I'm sorry," he sighs.

I sit up and look out into the water, staring at Four through my peripheral. He is giving me that same pouty face when he asked me out and I can't help but blush at it. Sometimes he looks like such a kid, but still so very hot. He sits up and leans his face on my shoulder.

"Do you forgive me?" he whispers.

I shrug and give him a playful smile. He returns my smile with a menacing smirk and starts to tickle me. I fall back down and he is hovering over me while grabbing at my sides. I try to break free, but his grip is too strong.

"Do you forgive me?" he asks again while still tickling me.

"Yes!" I shout and the tickling stops.

He rolls off of me and places his hands behind his head as he resumes his position on the ground. I can see how accomplished he feel by his facial features. For some reason I wanted to stay close to him. Even though he just tortured me, I liked the way it felt when our bodies were touching. I slowly creep over and lay my head on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle and places his arm around me. We stay that way for a little bit, just enjoying each other. I start drawing shapes on his chest with my fingers and he is running his fingers through my hair.

He takes my chin and pulls it so that I am looking into those wonderful blue eyes.

"How do you feel about me?"

I can see the sincerity in the question he just asked. It's like my answer could make him happy or make his world shatter. I've never seen this side to him and it makes me wonder why I have this effect on him at all. What is it about me that makes him crazy?

"I haven't decided yet," I say with a smirk.

He gives me a playful glare and pulls me in closer to him. His lips come to my ear and I can feel his breath in my hair.

"We should get back."

I nod and we both get up. I stare out at the lake while he packs up all the stuff. The moonlight shines in the water and the wind makes small trickles throughout. It's a magnificent view. Four comes up behind me and wraps his free arm around my waist. He rests his head on my head as he looks out too.

"It's beautiful." I mention.

"Almost as beautiful as you," he mumbles.

He places a light kiss in my hair and walks me back towards his car. The car ride home is silent, but it's a comfortable silence. I am looking out the window and trying to wrap my head around what happened tonight. For some odd reason Four likes me and has been an ass because he thought I was into Robert. I mean that doesn't make much sense to me, but I'm not a guy. I'm not Four. I mean I guess his tactics worked a bit. He did drive me insane, but at the same time I couldn't get him off my mind. We pull into Dauntless parking lot and make our way inside.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispers once we've reached my door.

"Mhm."

"If this," he points from me to himself, "is going to become something," he hesitates.

Oh great, here it is. The part where he says this was all some silly game and he doesn't really like me.

"Do you mind if we keep it between us for a while?"

What? Is he serious?

"Um, sure," I answer with uncertainty.

He lets out a sigh and pulls me in for a hug. "Thanks."

"Can I ask why?"

"Uh," he drops his embrace and scratches at the back of his neck, "well, I don't want my teammates thinking I've gone soft by getting a girlfriend and…"

"Girlfriend?" I interrupt

"You know what I mean," he replies.

"Four. We can keep whatever this is a secret for now, but I am not your girlfriend," I state matter-of-factly.

He gives me a small nudge and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in enough to be face to face with him.

"This is why I like you."

I blush and he gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight Tris."

"Goodnight Tobias."

He pulls away slightly, "You know, I actually like the way you say my name. I don't mind if you want to call me that when it's just us."

I give him a smile and a small nod. He cups my cheeks in his hands and bites his bottom lip.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?"

I nod again and he closes the distance between our faces. He places his lips against mine lightly at first, but it quickly turns hard. My heart is racing again and my hands are running up his back and pulling him even closer. Our bodies are one and it all feels right. If we were two other people I would invite him back in and have my way with him, but that's not me and that's not him. I can't believe that's not him. A part of me doesn't care that he has been an ass, because he is like me. I don't want to rush into anything and I feel like he is the same way. I'm still now sure what this is, but all I can think about are how great his lips taste and how he is such an amazing kisser.

We pull away to catch our breath and I let out a small laugh. He starts laughing too before he looks around the hall. His face is a mix between giddiness and amazement.

"Well," he sighs, "goodnight."

I get inside and press my body against the door. I can't describe the emotions running through me, but I do know my smile isn't going away soon.

I get ready for bed and decide to sleep in one of his shirts because I want to be surrounded by his scent again. I tuck myself in and pull out my phone and text Christina. I know I told Four, Tobias, that I would keep this between us, but I have to tell her.

Me: You were right.

Christina: I knew it! I want details tomorrow!

Me: Of course, but it's just between us. Goodnight.

Christina: Night! J

A/N: Things are about to get interesting. I am going to try my best to get the next chapter up by the end of the week (since I'm going to make them longer). If you guys keep up the reviews maybe I can get it up by Wednesday! :) Let me know your thoughts: what you think is going to happen, what you would like to see happen, and who you think is stealing Tris' stuff!