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Chapter 12:

Will's POV

Christina and Four broke up? I can hardly believe my ears. Finally, I might have a chance with her!
I have liked Christina all through initiation. It's not just her looks, which I'm sure Four was just after. It's her personality. Her snarky comments. The way she teases me when I act Erudite.

And she can take care of herself. Mostly. That would be a good thing, because I wouldn't have to worry a lot.

I feel a little disappointed as Christina leaves. I leave my tray of food on the table and go after her.
It's a stupid thing to go, but maybe I can ask her to hang out. I can help her get through this break-up.

She walks into a clothing store and I bite my lip. I won't go in there. She'll probably think I'm stalking her. I wait outside the store for a few minutes, and then she comes out. With Peter.

"You need a real man. Like me." Peter says, and I find myself seething.

He is also grabbing onto Christina's wrist, and that makes me angrier. He thinks he can just walk right up to Christina and yank on her arm? A burst of rage attacks me, boiling hotter in my stomach as Peter doesn't let her go.

My first thought is to protect Christina, even though she is perfectly capable of doing that. I can't help but notice she looks a little scared, though.

"How about you get your filthy hands off of her?" I bark at Peter, the words coming out of my mouth before I even realize it.

Peter looks up, surprised. And then he looks angry. He drops Christina's hand and walk up to me, his face inches from mine. No, scratch that. Probably centimeters away from mine.

"Have to protect your little girlfriend, huh?" he spits.

I don't feel like putting up with his crap right now. I'm in too good of a mood today.
Now normally, I wouldn't start a fight with Peter. But I can't back out now with Christina watching.
She makes me brave. That's another good thing about her.

I simply draw back my fist and punch him in the stomach. He doubles over and Christina kicks the back of his knees, sending him to the ground.

She looks up and smiles at me. "Thanks," she says simply.

Just a token of her gratitude. A simple, small thank you.

But to me, it means so much more.

Four's POV

The familiar wind blowing through my short hair. The noise of the train blaring. All of these are the things I love about riding on the train.

I honestly don't know where to go. Just somewhere where I can think, clear my mind of all this stuff.
I feel so guilty for being such a jerk to Tris. She didn't deserve that. Hopefully she just stays away from me so I don't have to do it again.

It's for her own good, I remind myself. It's either be a jerk to her or let Eric hurt her. I choose the first option.

The train passes the fields and I stand, getting ready to jump off. I bend my knees and launch myself off of the train, dropping and rolling just for fun.

The train leaves me, the roar growing softer and softer, and I walk over to a large tree. I start climbing and ignore the fear eating at my stomach.

I reach a low branch and swing myself onto it. After catching my breath I look out at the view.

To some people, it's just ugly grass and trees. But to me, it's beautiful. The sun is high in the sky and beating down onto me, and I feel little beads of sweat streaming down my neck.

Usually, I come out here to think. But today, I just want to relax. Hide away from the world. I lean back against the base of the tree and close my eyes.

Even though it's sunny outside, there's a small breeze. It presses my shirt against my stomach, comforting in its own way.

After a few minutes, I doze off. I'm startled awake by voices.

"Alright, let's pick teams!" a deep voice calls out.

Zeke. I guess they're playing paintball. And honestly, I'm glad they didn't invite me. I don't feel like being a jerk to anyone else today.

I decide to just leave. I don't want to watch Uriah flirting with Tris, if she's even there. I silently climb down from the tree and walk over to the train tracks.

A few minutes later, the train is back again. I'm surprised at how fast another one came. As it rushes past me I break into a jog as it speeds up.

After a while, the voices grow quieter. I'm just about to swing myself onto the train when something hits me in the chest.

It doesn't hurt, but it's just surprising.
I look down to see a red paintball on my shirt, dripping its paint allover the black material.

I look up, annoyed, to see who attacked me.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else," Logan says with his signature smirk.

Logan. Of course he's here. A flare of jealousy starts to form but I try to calm it down, not even knowing Tris is here.

"It's alright." I reply, changing back into Four.

Logan shifts his paintball gun in his hands. "You wanna play?" he asks, raising a brow.

I think it over. Now, I don't want to see Tris or Christina. In fact, it would be a terrible idea. But a part of me wants to apologize.

"Sure." I reply, instantly regretting my words.

Logan nods and starts walking towards the mass of people.
"We already picked teams but we'll have to restart the game now." Logan says it like I just ruined his day.

I resist rolling my eyes.
"Hey, Four! You're playing?" Zeke asks, jogging over.

Everyone soon follows. I look around and my stomach flips when I spot the blonde hair of the girl I wanted to avoid.

Tris sends me a death glare, and then turns back to Uriah. I notice Logan peeking at her every once in awhile. Does he seriously like her?

Zeke hands me a gun, and then we start the game. I'm against Tris.
We start the game and I immediately run for cover. I dive behind a bush and start sending paintballs through the air.

Half of the paintballs hit, and the players mutter a few curses while surrendering their guns.
Paint splatters across the bush I'm hiding behind and I stand, sprinting away.

As soon as I turn to face my attacker a paintball hits me in the leg.
My eyes dart around and I find that Tris is the culprit.

"Are you gonna yell at me for hitting you?" Tris snaps, her eyes blazing.

I cross my arms. "No. I did want to talk to you, though." My mind screams at me to shut up and leave. But I can't. My feet are glued to the spot.

Tris raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Apologizing for being such a moron earlier?" she asks, venom in her voice.

I take one step, but it's a big one. I'm already closer to Tris then I should be.
"Actually, yes. I'm sorry, Tris. I shouldn't have been such a jerk to you,"

Tris looks satisfied. But then she pulls up her paintball gun and shoots again.
The paintball hits me in the neck this time, staining my skin blue.

I chuckle at how ridiculous it probably looks.
"Alright, I forgive you. But if it happens again, I'll hurt you," Tris warns, only half joking.

"Fine with me. Look Tris, I know you're probably mad at me for ending it with Christina. I can't really explain right now. I.. I'm going through some hard stuff right now," I confess to Tris.

She looks confused, and is about to speak when I can't handle it anymore.
I can't handle being with her and not being able to touch her. I can't handle not being able to kiss her, hold her in my arms.

I realize that we are concealed, hidden behind the trees and I do it. I take another step forward and close the space between us, wrapping my arms securely around her waist and pulling her close, closer then she's ever been.

My lips touch her's and I can almost hear the electricity between us, crackling and popping.
For a terrible moment I think she'll pull away, but I'm wrong. Instead she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

We move as one, our lips moving against each others and our bodies pressed together.
The hole in my heart closes, and I can hardly breathe. After all the pain I've been through lately, I'm finally happy. Blissful, even. And then, finally, I pull away.

Tris looks up at me with eyes as big as the moon and then smiles.
It's the most beautiful thing in earth. I tip my head down and my lips brush her forehead, and then I step back.

Tris is grinning profusely now, and so am I. I let out a chuckle at how cute she looks.
My skin still tingles where it touched her, the nerves going haywire.

It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. This girl, this tiny little creature, makes me go insane. And now that I've had a taste of her, I'm addicted.

Tris crosses her arms, and smirks up at me. "You're out, by the way. I shot you twice."

I let out a laugh, and set down my gun. I watch her and she watches me as I walk to where everyone out is.

And then, she turns and walks away. But not before smiling at me.

Author's Note: Aww, that was so fun to write. :D And to those of you who read Maid For You, I'll be updating that tomorrow. Thanks for reading!