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A/N Hope you guys like this chapter.

Tobias POV

Chapter 2

Zeke.

I turn instantly, almost losing my balance as I do so.

Just as predicted, Zeke stands in front of me, the slightly longer bits of his chocolate-brown hair stick to his face, indicating he had just finished a workout. His dark brown eyes have the same glint of mischief he's always had in them. He breaks into a toothy smile, his white teeth glowing against his caramel skin.

"Zeke?" I question, even though I already know it's him

"The one and only, my friend" He replies

I can't help but smile at his attitude, he is exactly how I remember.

I take a step towards him and embrace him in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Zeke" I add.

He steps away and looks at me, trying to hide his smile, failing completely might I add.

"You too Four, I can't believe you didn't even have the decency to call me," He says in mock anger

I roll my eyes and he breaks out into laughter.

"We need to catch up, mine and Shauna's place in an hour?" he questions.

I nod as we both exchange our new numbers as Zeke gives me his and Shauna's address

As I head out, a small smile is plastered on my face, for my first day back in Chicago, it's been pretty good so far. I've managed to avoid Marcus in the morning as well as reunite with my best friend.

I make my way into my car, not wanting to go back home, I decide to find something to occupy myself with.

I somehow manage to my way to a pizza shop on the far side of town, knowing Zeke, he has no idea how to cook and as he lives with Shauna, she probably has to do all the cooking, considering last time I saw Zeke cook, he claimed 'that his cooking was so good the fire alarm had to cheer him on.'

I find myself smiling at the memory and shake my head laughing to myself as I enter the pizza store.

After picking up a couple of pizza's for us, I decide to head to Zeke and Shauna's place. I put their address into the GPS and I manage to make my way there.

I park the car and turn to look at their place, a townhouse. Its located in a suburb, just a few minutes away from the centre of Chicago.

A small pine fence surrounded the perimeter of the townhouse. The small patch of grass located on the left side of the area was due for a trim, but the scruffy patch wasn't too noticeable unless you were to have a closer look. The matt grey tiles that were placed next to the miniature front yard led to the few stairs that were positioned on the right-hand side, along with a metal rail, ensuring that there wouldn't be any unfortunate accidents, and knowing Zeke, the rail had served its purpose.

The stairs were placed in front of the door that was made of mahogany for the frame, as well as a piece of opaque glass in the centre of the door that portrayed the soft yellow light from inside.

The building itself was comprised of different materials, the ground level is made of black brick, giving the house a surprisingly comfy overview, as well as a modest-sized window on the left-hand side. The first level was made from most windows and grey tiles as a border, while the second being made of some sort of deep brown wood, despite the large window in the centre.

A modern building that contrasted with the buildings surrounding it.

I carefully open the front gate that is attached to the fence and make my way up to the door, clutching the pizza boxes in one hand and knocking twice on the glass.

I immediately hear running as a wave of relief washes over me, knowing that I am at the right place.

The door opens to reveal a grinning Zeke.

"Four, you got us pizza?" Zeke questions, wiping a fake tear from his eye, forging the fake action of being moved

I simply roll my eyes in return and stick with a, "It's good to see you too, Zeke."

Looking around the place I can't help but ask, "Which bank did you rob to afford this place?"

"Oh haha," He says sarcastically.

Walking through the door, the warm air greets me, ridding me of the remnants the cold weather had on me.

As I enter the property, I see it consists of a small hallway, its sole purpose being to hang coats or leave your shoes. Opposite me, I can see a couple of pictures hung neatly on the wall.

Must have been Shaunas doing.

A door to the left takes them out of the small hallway and into a larger, more open room.

Upon entering, I see a rectangular glass dining table with six white leather seats that are tucked into the table, three on each side. Just above the translucent table, a modest size chandelier is hung, providing the light that the window beside it can't.

I advert my eyes and look further down the room where the kitchen that is placed on the left side is, and the lounge, at the end of the room.

A sigh of relief escapes from me, as the open plan townhouse soothes my fear of confinement.

I walk past the kitchen that is constructed of marble and make my way over to the lounge where a white L shaped leather sofa is placed, as well as a small rug with a coffee table is placed on it, and two of the leather chairs are tucked into the corners.

I'm broken from my tour when Zeke mentions that Shauna will be down soon. On cue Shauna comes into view

My eyes glance at my other best friend walking down the stairs located at the side of the room, near the wall.

She engulfs me into a hug, as Zeke quickly snatches the boxes containing the pizza from me, mumbling something about 'rescuing it from being squished'.

We all sit at the dining table and eat in a comfortable silence, something that only happens when we are eating, otherwise, there would never be silenced, not with Zeke around.

After we've eaten, Zeke proceeds to interrogate me, not that there is anything worth interrogating in relation to me, despite the unfortunate interactions with my father, something I have never spoken of.

"So when did you get back?" He ponders.

"Just yesterday" I mumble

Zeke nods his head in response to my answer.

"You never did answer my question" I mention, with a smirk growing on my face

Zeke's eyebrow shoots up in confusion.

"What bank did you rob?" A small smile makes its way onto my face.

Shauna, who was listening into our conversation now has the same look of confusion Zeke had a second ago, while Zeke proceeds to roll his eyes wearing half a smirk.

"Four here thinks we robbed a bank to get this place of ours" Zeke announces, ridding Shauna of her confused expression.

"Hey, I never said that" I point out, "I asked what bank you robbed to get this place," I say, putting emphasis on the 'you'.

Shauna burst out laughing while Zeke tries to keep a straight face with a scowl, but eventually gives up, and joins in with Shauna's laughter.

"Well, to answer your question, there was no robbing in the matters of purchasing this place" Shauna answers for me.

I raise a brow.

"Yeah Four, its called getting a job," Zeke says smugly.

"You...with a job?" I ask warily.

"I know, I wouldn't believe it either if I didn't work with him" Shauna claims.

"Well tell me about your jobs" I inquire

"How much do you know about Dauntless" Zeke challenges

"Plenty" I assure him, and it's true.

Dauntless is the US' number one telecommunications company that was created around two years ago by Tori Wu. Dauntless is almost a worldwide brand, and I can't help but admire it for that, most companies work their whole lives to try to become the best at what they do, but Dauntless has done it in two years, I can't help but wonder what the driving force of that success was.

"Well," Zeke says proudly "Thats where Shauna and I work"

"Mhm" Shauna hums "We had a person inside the company who we were friends with"

"And that person got you guys in?" I question.

"She's sort of a thing in Dauntless" Shauna mumbles

"Go on" I urge her.

"She's one of the directors" She states

"Tori wu?"

"No, her niece, Tris Prior"

I nod in return.

Tris Prior.

The rest of the night goes by and soon enough it's time for me to leave, no matter how much I don't want to, I know I'm on thin ice by defying Marcus, avoiding him and staying out late. I can't afford to upset him anymore.

After saying a quick goodbye, I head out, checking the time:

10:23 pm.

Getting in the car, I head back home- no, Marcus' house.

I park the car outside and get out, the air getting colder by the second.

I make my way up through the yard and up the stairs, lingering by the door, not wanting to be met by Marcus' fury.

Sighing, I open the door, inhaling Marcus' sickening scent, making my stomach churn.

I'm met with a furious Marcus standing at the top of the stairs, he makes his way down, making each step precise and agonisingly slow.

He puts a distance of barely a few centimetres before yanking my arm, dragging me into the house and slamming the door shut.

Instantaneously becoming the only man I know he truly is.

A/N Next chapter will be more eventful, and Tris will appear in it. I think I'll start posting twice a week if I can. Please review if you enjoyed.

-Divergent31