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I land on the mat, hard on my back. Again. "Oof!" I say as the air is knocked out of my lungs.

"You okay?" Tobias asks me, offering his hand to me. I accept it and nod. He tries to smile at me. "You almost had me that time."

"That's…cause…you weren't…paying atten…tion," I wheeze, putting my hands on my knees. He rubs my back and says, "Maybe we should stop for tonight."

"No," I say defiantly, finally catching my breath. "Just one more time." He sighs and nods.

It's Wednesday in the evening, and Tobias has been teaching me self-defense for the last three days.

During class on Monday, Tobias took me to talk to Amar after the class was dismissed to do whatever physical activity they wanted.

"Amar," Tobias said, "we need to talk to you. Privately."

Our teacher nodded and led us to his office. It's next to the stands and holds the sound systems for rallies and basketball games and whatever else is held in the gym. "What's up, you guys?" asked Amar.

I bit my lip as Tobias answered. "Hypothetically, if there was an attack on one student by another, and you were informed, would you have to report it?"

Amar narrowed his eyes at us, taking in my healing bruises and Tobias's split lip. "Does this have anything to do with Drew's appearance this morning, Four?"

The corners of Tobias's lips twitched. "I don't know what you mean, sir," he said innocently.

"Don't act like you didn't to that, Four. I know your fighting style and the injuries that come with it. But for the sake of you not getting suspended, I will hold my tongue. But, hypothetically, if I was aware – with proof, or a victim – of a student attacking another, yes, I would have to report it."

Tobias nodded and considered this. "Okay. Well, I have several favors to ask of you, Amar." Amar nodded, prompting him to continue. "First, I'd like to be the one to help Tris in class from now on due to something that happened this weekend that may or may not have something to do with Drew's appearance today. Second, I was wondering if she and I could come in here in the evenings for some self-defense classes, like sophomore year."

Amar looked between us and sighed. "I guess I kind of know what happened over the weekend, but I'll pretend I don't. Four, you may help Tris in class from here on out, but I don't know if I'll be able to train her after school."

I leaned forward in my chair. "What if Four trained me?"

Amar frowned. "Can you think why I might be a little hesitant in allowing you two to have the entire gym to yourselves at night?"

I felt my cheeks turn red as Tobias stiffened. "Yes, we do," I said, "but this is strictly for teaching me how to defend myself. I just trust Four to train me and I would hate to inconvenience you."

Amar thought for a long time before agreeing, only if we'd agree to allow him to come and go whenever, without announcing when he would show, and to several other ground rules. Tobias and I accepted the terms and conditions.

Amar came that first evening and helped out a little, but soon realized that Tobias and I well together. He came for an hour on Tuesday and played on his phone, mostly. Tonight, though, he hasn't come.

I rub my eyes, exhaustion washing over me. Tobias and I are planning on getting some desserts from the cafeteria after this, so I try to hide my tiredness. "I'm going to go get cleaned up," I say. I kiss his cheek gently and walk into the girl's locker room. I grab fresh clothes out of my backpack and head towards the showers. I allow the warm water engulf me as I think back to my conversation with my brother.

Earlier today, I found myself pounding on Caleb's door. Fernando opened it. He's really nice but a bit reserved. He sits in front of me in history. "Tris, nice to see you. How can I help you?"

"Is my brother around, Fernando? I need to talk to him." As soon as the words left my mouth, Caleb appeared. "Hey brosky. How's it going?" I said casually.

"I'll see you later, Fernando," Caleb said, showing no emotion in his words. He shut the door behind him and we walked over to a picnic table.

"I don't like you being with Four, Beatrice. He's bad news. When did you get together, anyways?" he demanded.

I sighed. "Firstly, I don't care if you like me being with Four, Caleb, and he's been through a lot of shit. He puts up a lot of barriers, but that doesn't make him 'bad news'. Secondly, we got together Saturday morning and we spent all weekend together."

"How?" he growled.

I rolled my eyes. "You cannot say anything to anyone about this. Do you swear?"

"Why is it such a big secret?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Because it is, Caleb. Do you swear that you won't tell anyone?"

He groaned but replied, "I'll take it to the grave."

"Now you cannot speak until I finish, okay?" He nodded. "I went to a party on Friday – you said you won't interrupt, so shut it, Caleb – and I was kidnapped by Peter Haynes and his friend Drew. I think they were going to rape me, but Four came in and saved me – don't be giving me that face. He took me back to his dorm – oh my God, calm down; nothing happened – and we just started talking, and I realized that I really liked him. Saturday morning, after breakfast, we hung out and talked more and he kissed me and we got together. We chilled out and watched movies in my room – calm yourself – and then yesterday we just hung out and now he's teaching me self-defense, should Peter come after me again. I'm a big girl, Caleb, I don't need my big brother protecting me anymore. Besides, I don't need said big brother's protection because Four won't do anything to hurt me. Okay?"

He sighed and reluctantly agreed, or the I'm-not-supportive-of-the-situation-but-I-know-I-can't-change-it equivalent of agreement.

When I showed up for defense practice, Tobias and Caleb were on the mat already. Tobias had a football dummy – the ones they use for tackling practice – and he was demonstrating different attack positions. Caleb, always an eager learner, watched his every move carefully. When he noticed I was in the room, he looked at me with curiosity burning in his eyes. "Is your boyfriend some kind of Dauntless prodigy?" he had asked me.

I laughed. "Yeah, you can say that." After my brother left, I turned to Tobias. "What was all that about?"

He shrugged. "He came in here all like, 'Don't you dare hurt my baby sister!' and I showed him the bruise you gave me yesterday and what I've been teaching you. Now I think he knows I mean business." He put his hands on my hips, holding me close to him. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, but I pulled away after a moment.

I smile at the memory as I turn off the water and towel dry. I change into Tobias's hoodie and a pair of jeans. October starts next week, and it's already unseasonable cold. I brush my damp hair and leave it down. It should dry within the next few minutes, anyways.

I'm about to leave the locker room when, out of nowhere, something blunt hits me in the back of the head, hard, sending me crashing to the ground.

Alright, that's all I got so far. Sorry about the cliffhanger, but I'm tired and don't feel like adding the next scene.

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