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Anyway, here's the chapter, mates.

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TRIS POV

The only thing I can register is Four out of the corner of my eye, who is presently glaring at Al.

"Al, I don't think that would be a very good idea. I mean… I'm sorry," I finish, when I see the sad look on Al's face.

"It's okay," he mumbles, then turns away, face red from embarrassment. I see Four smirking out of the corner of my eye and swivel to meet his gaze. He notices this and turns away, smirk falling from his face. I march up to him and point an accusing finger at him.

"That isn't funny, you bastard. He just got rejected and you're smiling?" I ask, and he turns to me, gaze surprisingly cold.

"He was just going to hurt you, Tris. I don't want to see that happening." He says, and walks out of the room without a backward glance. I just stand there stunned.

"Are you going to leave, Miss Prior?" Ms. Matthews asks, jolting me out of my dream-like state. I walk out of the classroom quickly, and head to Home Ec. I didn't pay much attention last time, since the overly-perky teacher was just babbling about how she loves meeting new people. Former Amity, that one.

"What did Al want to talk to you about?" Christina asks, and I realize that she has just appeared next to me.

"Nothing." I say quickly, and she realizes this.

"You know, both my parents were Candor, and they wanted me to be as well, so they taught how to tell me if someone is lying or not. And right now, you are lying so badly that my parents would probably shoot themselves in the head, and I can't have anyone disrespecting my family, so spill." She says, and I realize that I have absolutely no way out. I either tell her or she figures out that I'm lying. I go for the easy way out.

"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" I ask, and she seems to resign herself after hearing this. I don't talk much for the rest of the day, only occasionally speaking when spoken to. I avoid any and all eye contact with Four, and he does the same. Whatever resemblance of a friendship that we had yesterday is clearly gone now. Christina talks meaningless nonsense into my ear, and Uriah and Zeke banter all through lunch, while Four is staring at me like he's trying to figure me out. It all gets unnerving after a while and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I stay in there for a while, then go home early, feigning a sickness, though it's not that hard. I just have to think of Al's rejected face, of Four's icy stare, and it's hard not to throw up in my mom's Chevy.

"Honey, I'm going to go get you some soup, then I'll head on back to work, okay?" She asks, and I nod my head feebly. Maybe being sick isn't that bad.

"All right, get better, alright?" My mother asks, and I nod again, while she heads out back to the volunteer agency she works at. I slowly eat my soup while watching rom-coms, when I get a text right after school should have ended. I see it's from an unknown number, so I think about ignoring it, but decide to look anyway.

U: Hey Tris, it's Al. I got your number from Uriah, I hope you don't mind. I talked to Ms. Matthews about changing our partners. I just thought it would be awkward because of… you know. You're working with Four now. I gave him your address he said he would be there in about fifteen minutes from now. I hope you don't mind. –Al

T: It's okay. I'm sorry for earlier. So you're working with Lauren now? I hope you don't mind that.

I stare at my feeble attempt to be cordial and literally face-palm. I sound so stupid, I wouldn't believe me. I hear a knock at the door, and realize that it's been fifteen minutes since he sent the text. I had read it over and over, making sure I was working with Four. I don't know who he'll be today. Cruel and mean, like when I first met him, or kind and carefree, like he was yesterday? I jump up and go to open the door, wiping my nose. I open the door and he's casually leaning against the doorframe, looking as at home as ever.

"Come on in," I say, and he obliges.

"So," he begins, looking around the house. I realize he never really got to take in his surroundings last time, to preoccupied with chasing me. "did you even listen in class, or do I have to recite the whole assignment?" he finishes, and I turn around on the stairs to glare at him, though I can hear amusement in his voice.

"Whatever, Four. Just because I'm not as academically gifted as you, I admit, I did more or less pay attention. Though reciting it to refresh my memory would be nice," I add, and he smirks at me. I sit down on my bed and he leans against the closet door. He takes out the paper that Ms. Matthews gave us and begins reciting the assignment. I force myself to listen, even though somehow even on paper she manages to sound incredibly boring. I try to focus on the words instead of who's saying them, but those eyes keep pulling me in. They're so familiar, so incredibly familiar, that they seem foreign to me.

"What's your real name?" I interrupt, thinking out loud. I look up from where I'm fiddling with the bedspread to see his reaction. His gaze his cold and menacing.

"That's none of your business." He replies harshly, but I don't flinch. I don't bat an eye when I stand up and glare at him, though it's admittedly difficult, considering the 10 inches in difference.

"But I still want to know," I state calmly, and his already icy eyes turn even colder, darkening in the sunlight.

"I don't want to tell you." He says, and he's about to leave when I hear the door bang open loudly, as if someone drunk had opened it. I realize that I had never locked it, so technically anyone could open it. That's when I hear it. The familiar voice of the Mayor. Mayor Eaton. The one who has a son my age that I never met. I listen to the voice carefully, but I am not mistaken. For even through his obvious drunkenness, I can still hear that single word.

Tobias.

Whooh! Never thought I could get it done, but I did! You're welcome for that, and the cliffhanger. I'm gonna be realllyyyyyy busy starting tomorrow, since the movers come Wednesday. Semi-sorry about that, thought I can't help it!

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