Okay so I guess I'll keep up with the responses to the reviews since it didn't seem to bother anyone. But before I do that, thank you all who responded to to my question. It was extremely helpful! Now to the responses:

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Thank you so much for responding! This definitely helped out a ton and gave me ideas for the story! I'm happy to hear that you think my story's good! Hearing that made my day! Thank you!

Now it's time for chapter 6! Just to make you guys aware, there will be a few sexual references and such so skip over that part if it bothers you. Tell me what you all think about this. Thank you for all previous reviews! I hope you all enjoy it!

A ringing sound interrupts my deep sleep. I look over at my bedside table and see my phone light up. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the light. It says missed call from Christina and above it is the time.

Why is Chris calling me at two in the morning?

I yawn then pick up the rectangular device. I tap Christina's name and watch the screen change, barely able to process it with my lack of sleep.

"Tris." She states with an almost panicked voice.

"What's wrong?" I respond in alarm, my groggy state leaving me completely.

"There's something going on." She speaks cautiously.

"Again, what's wrong?" I repeat.

"Just so you're aware, this isn't about me. It's about you, Tris."

I take time to process it, not really sure what could be happening. I haven't done anything wrong lately, have I?

"What do you mean?"

"Look up Four online. You'll understand after you see that."

"Okay.." I trail off thinking of what he could have done, and how Chris knew that we were even talking.

I type his name into the Google search bar and multiple articles titled 'Four's Mystery Woman' and such.

I click on the top link. My eyes frantically searched the picture that appears right under the title.

The photo displays Four walking straight towards a woman. A woman with blonde hair and a petite figure. She's wearing leggings with a light blue top. It's funny because she kinda looks like me. But it couldn't be me, because she looks almost gorgeous standing on the corner or the sidewalk. I don't look like that.

I scan the picture yet again and know that it is me. I own the same clothes, have the same hair, and was standing at that exact same place yesterday. It's strange how these pictures look. They must've gotten a really good angle.

I continue to scroll down the page in disbelief. The captions underneath call me his 'mystery woman' and an 'angelic secret'. The words then describe me to have 'alluring eyes' as it exhibits a picture of Tobias and I talking. I've never seen my eyes so blue. They are on fire. The picture almost seems to mistake it for attraction, but I know it is a combination of that and anger.

It should be purely anger but I can't help but be drawn in when I'm with him, whether or not I'm angry.

The last picture is one of my silhouette leaving. Tobias stands behind, frozen. Someone was taking the picture at the perfect spot. They were able to capture the front of his face. His eyes look deeply troubled and his brows furrow down atop of them. The blue orbs look completely dark. His features are all sunken. He looks like he just lost his mom. Even his posture is slouching which makes him look like he's in pain.

He's hurting from what happened. He regrets it, or at least he did in that moment. I can't help but feel for him, and I'm the one that he hurt!

Underneath the picture the words 'Trouble in paradise?" appear and underneath paragraphs are written questioning how long we have been together and what we could possibly experiencing. With the way Four looks, anyone would assume that we had been a long term couple that just broke up.

After all that information, the website states that they are currently trying to identify this mysterious woman. Then it says they will have the information up in a few days.

I inhale shakily and call Christina again.

"So... what do you think?" she asks.

"I don't know." I reply without emotion.

"Since when did you talk to Four?" She requires.

"I... I don't know." I struggle to form a coherent thought. Too many things are flying around in my brain.

"How do you not know?"

"Well I met 'Four' at your wedding. But I also met him earlier. But it wasn't the same." My voice comes out thick.

"Oh honey," she sympathizes,"What did I miss?"

"A lot." I state.

"Wanna tell me?"

I nod my head and know that she somehow understood.

I break out into the story of Tobias and I encountering on the beach. Then, I tell her about the wedding and go on to tell her about how we became close. After all that, I talk about yesterday's occurrences.

She makes little comments throughout my story, to keep me aware that she's listening.

After I finish, she calls him a douche for lying. I laugh in agreement. But then she tells me that he might have reasons for not telling me. The reasonable side of me agrees, but my petty side defends itself, and so I use my petty reasoning to guide my words to her.

She then tells me I just need to blow off some steam and then we can talk about the subject later. Christina's right.

"What do you suggest I do?" I question.

"Meet me tomorrow at my house at 7:30. I have the perfect solution." She demands

"Okay."

I get to Chris's house after a long day of work and walk through the already unlocked door.

"Hey!" She exclaims.

She is dressed in a short black dress with a deep v-neck. Her dark hair is pulled back making her look extremely sexy.

"Hey." I reply.

"Ready for tonight?"

"I guess so." I sigh.

Christina drags me up the stairs to her stylish bedroom. It has classy black and whites that compliment each other and a silver chandelier above her bed.

She takes me through a door to her walk-in-closet complete with a vanity and 2 full mirrors.

Chris sits me in the chair in front of her. She turns my body away from the mirror and begins beautifying me.

A long time later, she proclaims my hair and makeup as 'perfect' and pulls out a dress. Chris then orders me to put it on.

I grab it reluctantly. Once it is on, she places nude heels on my feet and pulls me to a mirror.

I grin at the reflection in front of me. I stand in a deep red dress that is extremely form-fitting. It has a v-neck with straps that cross over my chest making my cleavage look even more defined. It continues down to the middle of my thighs, completely tight. My eyes are complimented with bronze eyeshadow and eyeliner and my lips are slathered with the same color as my dress. My hair cascades down my back in wavy curls.

"You're miracle worker!" I hug her tightly.

"No, I'm just defining your features." Christina hugs me back. "Let's go, Tris!"

We get in her car and arrive at a club 15 minutes later. Of course.

We walk inside after a long wait and go straight to the bar. I yell my order over all the noise and Chris must do the same but I don't hear her.

The man hands my martini to me and I go to hand my card to him, but a hand pushes it away.

I look over to see a man with brown hair handing the bartender his card. He turns back to look at me and flashes a bright smile. He's cute. Definitely not Four, but he's got a strong body and mischievous green eyes. I smirk at him and yell 'thank you' over the noise. He nods and asks to dance.

I turn back to look at Christina and she encourages me to go with him. I take his hand and we go into a crowd of people.

My body moves to the deep bass along with his. We stand about a foot apart and dance on our own. Our dancing continues to be innocent until he grabs onto my hips and turns me so my back is grazing his abdomen, and that's not the only thing that's touching. I resume my dance and he goes along with me. The beat drops and I go down along with it. I then slide slowly and sensually back up his body. I feel the bump in his pants and grind into him. He moans and pulls my hips tighter into him.

"I'm Peter." He gasps into my ear.

"Tris." I shout in return.

I move energetically as he keeps his hold on me. I turn my head to look at him. His green eyes show a desire. Not only that, but something that also sends a chill up my spine. I start to rethink my idea of dancing with him and pull away. He grabs back onto me and yanks me into him.

"Dance." He strains through gritted teeth.

I don't know how to react so I slowly sway to the music. He traces his fingers down the outline of my hips and move his hand left so his hand lays onto of my ass. He then continues to grab it and squeeze roughly. I turn back to look at him.

"Can you not do that?" I say.

"I'm not doing anything." Peter tells me, feigning innocence.

"Fine. If you're not going to respect me then I won't dance with you." I reply strongly.

"Yes you will." His voice becomes louder.

He takes my body and puts it flush against his. He grinds his hips into mine as I struggle to free myself. He wraps one arm around my body so I'm immobile and places the other on my breast. I squirm under his grasp.

"Stop!"

"I'll tell you when I want to stop." He growls.

I look around desperately for anyone to help. They're all dancing mindlessly.

He grinds roughly against me yet again.

"Please." I beg unable to move either arm due to his one arm wrapped around me.

He shakes his head.

"I believe she told you to stop." A deep voice comes out of no where.

"Tobias." I whisper barely loud enough that I can hear. He stands in front of me in a black jacket, hat, and sunglasses, but I could recognize that voice anywhere.

"I don't think you have a say in what I do with her." Peter challenges.

"I wouldn't try that." Tobias says as Peter continues to grind into me.

Peter doesn't stop so Tobias winds his arm back. Every thing that happens next seems to go in slow motion. His fist makes a direct beeline to Peter's face. I listen to the loud crack of his jaw. His grip on me loosens and I hurry behind Tobias. Tobias throws one more punch at Peter and he drops to the ground, completely senseless.

Tobias turns to me immediately after.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I answer a little shakily. "Thank you."

"Of course. I'm just glad you're okay." He pulls me into a warm hug.

I inhale deeply and let his scent fill my nostrils. It's extremely calming. And he also smells amazing.

He releases me and suggests that we leave. I agree and we make our way out of the club.

"Are you sure you're okay." He questions me with a concerned face.

"Yes. Thank you for helping me, though."

"Of course." He replies.

We walk in an awkward silence into the parking lot and just when it starts to become unbearable, he speaks:

"Tris, I'm sorry. Not just about what happened here, but yesterday and pretty much everything leading up to today." He refers to not only our argument, but also the pictures.

"I know." I think back to the last picture the paparazzi took of him.

"Wait... so you forgive me?" He asks hopefully.

"Yes." I say calmly.

"Thank God." Tobias mumbles.

I laugh lightly.

"So now that that's all over..." He starts,"I believe I heard you say that you fell for me?"

I giggle at this.

"Hm... Maybe you heard me wrong." I tease.

"I don't believe I did." He mockingly placed his fingers on his chin.

"Okay so maybe you didn't." I relent with a playful sigh.

"Good because I have a confession: I might be falling for you too."

"Oh really?" I say lightly.

"Yes really." He states in full seriousness.

"Well then what do we do now?" I quiz him.

"I guess this..." His voice is trails off.

He turns over to me and takes my face in both hands. He presses a long, soft kiss onto my lips. I push back into his lightly and feel butterflies rise up into my stomach. I pull away, eyes wide, for I have never had that happen to me before. Whatever's going on is something I've never experienced, and I don't know how to feel about it.

"What?" He inquires hurriedly. "Too soon?"

"No. It's perfect timing." I smile, pulling his lips back to mine. The same feeling overcomes me and I do the only thing that I can: kiss him harder.

So what do you guys think? Good or bad? Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes or anything, I typed this whole thing tonight and I'm so tired. Please review!