A/N: Beware, there is a bit more stronger language in this chapter, especially in Tobias's POV. I normally don't swear a ton while writing fanfiction, but I did in this chapter because I thought it would be more realistic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

Tris POV

I hang up, and try to keep myself from breaking down in sobs. I walk back into the media room where everyone is just talking; the movie must've ended while I was on the phone.

"What did Four say?" Christina asks, and I look down as a single tear runs down my cheek.

"What happened?" Christina asks when she sees the tear. It takes all of the willpower in the world not to let more follow; I promised myself a while ago that I would never cry over a boy.

"We're taking a bit of a break," I say as I sit down. Don't cry, I continue to tell myself. Don't cry.

"Oh my god," Marlene says.

"Why?" Shauna asks.

"Your boyfriend was being an idiot," I say to Shauna, my voice muffled by a pillow.

Shauna chuckles, and says, "He's always an idiot. What did he do?"

"He told Four that he was whipped, and that I could control his every move," I say, "Then Four called me after he stormed out of there, and I basically tried to calm him down. I felt a bit guilty, but then I offered to talk to Zeke and he told me that he doesn't need me to solve his problems. When I said that I was just trying to help, he said that he didn't need it. I didn't want to be pushed around like that, I was being talked to like he owned me, and so I told him that we need to take some time." Another tear falls.

"That DICK!" Lynn screams, and marches out before anyone can react. Over the past few weeks, Lynn and I have grown a lot closer because we have both felt like outsiders before. It doesn't surprise me that she's being so protective.

"You didn't deserve that, not one bit," Christina says.

"He said that he didn't need me," I say, tears coming more rapidly now.

"He does, though," Shauna says, "He needs you more than you could possibly imagine. I don't know why he said that, but I know that you two will be able to fix things."

"I shouldn't have told him that we should take a break before he figures things out, I ruined everything," I say.

"No, that was the right thing. He was treating you like dirt when he said that, maybe this will put him in his place," Marlene says.

"But then that just makes Zeke right," I say, forcing myself to stop crying.

"I'll talk to Zeke," Shauna says, "He is the biggest idiot in the world, I don't know why he said anything to begin with."

"Four said that it was a long story," I say, thinking back.

"Well, I'm going to get that story from him, no matter how ugly things get. I'll be back," Shauna says, then leaves the room to call Zeke.

I sniffle, and then say, "I need to stop crying." I hate when I show weakness like this.

"No, it's okay," Christina says, "You can cry, it's just us."

"No, I feel weak," I say, wiping the wetness from my face. No new tears are coming.

"It's alright," Marlene says.

"How about we do something else? Order a pizza or something?" I suggest.

"Okay!" Christina says at the idea, and calls the place on her phone. She must know that it will make me feel a lot better; Christina never gives into pizza that quickly.

"Are you okay?" Marlene asks.

"Totally fine," I say, masking my emotions. On the inside, I can feel the broken pieces within me struggling to maintain a heartbeat; I can feel the future vanishing and the past becoming meaningless. I can feel every place where he ever touched me, my hand, my face and lips, my hair: all danced upon with needles. The fact that it may never happen again takes my soul and bashes it against crashing waves. He made me believe I was worth something in the world, and now a pit of nothingness remains.

But on the outside? I feel myself molding into the person I used to be, but I don't let it show. These are my friends, I can't let a guy affect me too much. So I put on my strong face that I wore for years before, and don't let anything true poke through my mask.

"I would expect you to be crying right now, hours of tears ahead of us," Marlene says jokingly.

"I told myself a while ago that I would never cry over a boy. Plus, things aren't over with us yet," I say. That's what I keep telling myself. You didn't break up. It's not over. He still loves you. You still love him. It's not over. It's not over.

"Exactly! You two will be able to fix things," she says.

"Pizza will be here in ten minutes," Christina says as she walks back into the room, "I heard a lot of yelling coming from upstairs, that's where Shauna is right now."

I laugh, and say, "I bet."

Christina just stares at me. "What?" I ask.

"You're not crying," she says.

"And the sky is blue," I say, just stating facts like she is.

"You should be crying," she says.

"I hate crying, it makes me feel like I'm not strong," I justify.

"You don't have to be strong all of the time," Christina says.

"Yes I do," I say, and give her the "you know what I'm talking about" stare.

She sighs, and says, "That doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," I say.

"You're right, it does, but it's just us here Tris, you can cry," she says.

"I hate crying, it makes me feel like I'm not strong," I repeat.

Christina shakes her head, and says, "You're impossible." I smile in success.

Shauna walks back into the room, and says, "Zeke didn't know what I was talking about, he must've not talked to Four yet."

"Did he even say sorry?" Marlene asks.

"Oh, he definitely knows he messed up. And if he didn't before, that should set him straight," she says.

"I guess we'll just have to wait for tomorrow, at school then," Christina says.

"Yeah, I guess," I say. We spend the rest of the night talking about random things, trying to get my mind off of Tobias. No matter their attempts, I still feel the broken pieces of my heart stabbing me in the chest from within.

Tobias POV

Shit. I messed up, I totally messed up. She's gone, I lost her and she's gone. These are the only things that go through my head as I sit in my living room by myself. I don't know when the tears start coming, but I break down into uncontrollable sobs.

I never cry. I never cry, but I cry now. This is the most sad, most empty and hurt I've ever felt in my entire life. Forget the belt that stung my back every day, this pain is so much worse. So much worse.

Why did I have to say that to her? Why? I didn't mean it, I know that she was just trying to help but I said it anyway and I can't come up with a reason why.

I know. I said it because I started to believe what Zeke said. And you know what? It's true, and I don't care. I don't care if I'm whipped, and I don't care if I'm desperate because it's true and I don't care. I just want Tris to be with me, and now I am sitting here crying to the point of dehydration because she's not.

I don't know how much time has passed until I realize that things aren't officially over. She didn't break up with me, she said that she loves me. I need to fix things with Zeke first to ever have a chance at making things right with Tris.

I fly out my house and into the car. I must drive at least twenty mph over the speed limit all the way to Zeke's house, and then barge in without knocking.

To my surprise, everyone is still sitting where they were before. I look at the clock: 9:00. I've been crying for four hours? "You look awful," Will says. I didn't even check a mirror before I left, but if I really was crying for four hours then I can only imagine how red and blotchy my face is.

"Look, I'm sorry for messing with you. There's nothing wrong with treating your girl right," Zeke says.

"That's not what I'm upset about," I say.

"I know, Shauna called," Zeke says.

"What did she say?" I ask quickly.

"She basically just yelled at me for being a dick to you, and said something about Tris. I'm assuming that you're upset about the latter," he says.

"Dude, what did you do?" Uriah says, sounding serious. He never sounds serious, but in this moment I appreciate it immensely.

"I fucked up bad, I messed everything up between us. God, I'm such an idiot," I say.

"What happened?" Will asks.

I'm about to answer when Lynn walks into the room with a bag of popcorn. "YOU BITCH!" she screams when she sees me, and drops the bag. Before I know what is happening, she jumps me and tackles me to the ground, yelling insults at me with every punch thrown. I don't fight back, I could but I don't. I know that I deserve it, I deserve every bit of it.

Zeke, Uriah, and Will finally rip her off of me, and hold her back. "She walked in about a half hour after you left, and said that she wasn't leaving until she talked to you even though you weren't here," Will says.

"It was annoying as hell, by the way. She ate my entire box of pop tarts, and I couldn't even try to stop her because every time I came close she would give me the death glare," Uriah says.

"What did you do?" Zeke says.

"I-I called Tris after I left here; I told her what you said. I was mad and confused, but she calmed me down mostly. Then I felt bad for telling her because she felt kind of guilty for it all, and said that she'd talk to you. Then I said that I didn't need her to solve my problems for me. That was mistake number one. She then said that she was just trying to help, and I said that I didn't need her to help me. That was mistake number two. And then, she said that I should take some time to think, basically take a break in our relationship. I fucked up big time," I say.

"Damn right you did. I came right over here as soon as Tris told us. She was starting to cry, you literally made her feel like shit," Lynn growls. I hate myself, I hate that I did that to her. I am usually her shoulder to cry on, but in this case I caused those tears. I caused those tears and it kills me to hear it. My own tears start to fall again.

"You need to fix things, Four," Zeke says, not acknowledging my tears.

"I know, I know I do. But how?" I ask.

"I have no clue, even I've never messed up this bad," Zeke says.

"Do you love her?" Will asks.

"God yes, I love her so much that I feel like my heart has literally been ripped out of my chest. I love her more than, than pop tarts even!" I say.

"I don't even think that's possible," Uriah says in awe.

"It is, it's possible, that's how much I love her," I say.

"Look, you two need each other. You need to fix things right now," Lynn says. A plan rushes to my head as soon as those words leave her mouth.

"I'll see you all tomorrow, I need to go talk to Tris," I say, and rush out of the house with a chorus of goodbyes and good lucks behind me.

A/N: Eh? What did you think? Still debating whether they should make up next chapter, or get into another fight… how about we vote in the reviews! I hope that you all enjoyed!