(A/N: I do not own Divergent. Nor will I ever. The only thing I own is my ideas)

Tris POV

I walk back to the dorm with Christina and Will to pack our stuff before bed. I left Uriah to go pack after I said yes to being his girlfriend. Uriah is great, since I've joined Dauntless; I've imagined myself being with someone like him. Fun loving and free.

I walk through the door Will is holding open and head over to my bunk. I grab a small bag out of my drawer that I had bought for this purpose specifically and place it on the bed. I don't have much clothes but I grab whatever I own and stuff it in the bag.

I look over toward Christina and see her struggling close her extremely full suitcase. She has an addiction to shopping so every opportunity we weren't training, eating, or sleeping; she was shopping. And dragging me along. I walk over to her and sit on her suitcase. I may not weight much but my weight is enough to give the zipper the push to close. She gives me a small smile and zippers it up the rest of the way.

I jump off when she is done and stand next to her. She straightens up and fixes her shirt. "Thanks Tris." She says with a smile. "You're wel—," I try to finish but I am cut off by my own yawn. "I guess you're tired." She says. I nod and she hugs me. Will comes over behind her and I wink at her and walk off.

When I get over to my bunk, I sit down and take my shoes off. I tie my hair off in a bun and lay down. "Night Tris." Christina calls from the other side of the room. "Night," I call back. And I am out like a light.

Four POV

I am not your anything.

Those words keep repeating in my head. She is nothing to me. That's what she thinks. She my initiate and I am her instructor. But why I am so keen on getting her attention if I am only her instructor?

I stand up from my bed and start to pace around the room. Tris. Of all people, why do I keep thinking about her? I just don't get it. I realize that I am not going to get any sleep until I clear my head so I grab my keys off the table and walk out of my apartment, locking it behind me.

I walk through the compound, going nowhere specific but somehow I end up at the Chasm. I always tend to end up here no matter how much I don't want to be. I move over the railing and down the stones to my hiding place. I found this little part of the Chasm during my initiation after one of my fights.

-Flashback-

Amar had paired me up with Alex, a transfer from Candor. Alex was the Peter of my initiation. He was cruel and unrelenting. He had originally picked on me for being a stiff but after he saw what I could do he tried to get me to join his group of friends. I refused and told him I didn't want to be anything like him but it really wasn't that I didn't want to become him, it was that I didn't want to become my father.

We were evenly matched so we supposed that no matter who won, the other wouldn't be too hurt. But I was extremely wrong. The fight started, and I got a low blow to his stomach in quickly, hoping that the fight would be a clean and quick one. He reciprocated with a hard hit to my jaw that knocked me off balance causing me to fall to my hands and knees.

He punched me in the back twice and a sharp pain that I was all too familiar with came rushing in. I must have been confused because the next thing I knew I was being dragged off of Alex by Amar. I looked at Alex, his body, bloody and swollen.

Amar got me out of the room and let go of me. "What the hell was that Four?" he asks coldly. I shook my head and drop to the ground with my head in my hands. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes but I refused to cry. I was Dauntless and I needed to be strong. I looked up at him and he looked like he was almost disappointed in me. "Go take a walk." Was all he said.

I got up from the floor and walked all the way to the Chasm. I leaned over the railing, contemplating jumping. As I leaned forward, I noticed a relatively flat rock a few feet down. I hoped over the railing and saw a small path of rocks that made its way down to the flat one. I walked down and sat down on the rock, curling up into a position so that I wasn't near the edge. I wasn't too fond of heights at that point in my life and I still am not.

-End Flashback-

I had become so overwhelmed by the pain in my back that I must have thought Alex was Marcus and attacked him like I wish I had done so many times.

I hear a set of footsteps above me and tuck further in my place to keep from being seen. It was nearly 3 in the morning, who is up at this time? Besides me. I look up and see Zeke leaning over the edge of the Chasm. He looks my way and shakes his head.

"Four, I know you're down there." He says and I am taken back. I slowly stand up and make my way back up to the railing. He moves out of my way as I step over it.

I turn toward him and glare at him. "How did you know I was down there?" he just chuckles. "Man, you're my best friend. And I've seen you go down there before and it usually tends to be when you're upset or angry." I just nod my head. Of course he knows I go down there, I am not really conscious of my surroundings when I go down there. I just go.

"Four?" he asks and I look over at him confused. He just shakes his head, "I was asking you if you wanted to go to your apartment and explain why the hell you are awake at 3am and in the Chasm." I nod and we start walking.

Then something dawns on me. "Zeke, why are you up at 3am?" he turns to me and frowns. "Shauna and I had a fight and I was heading over to your apartment to see if you would let me stay with you since she kicked me out for the night. When I could tell you weren't there, I came here thinking this is the next best place to find you." I scowl at him. He is making me sound like a lonely teenage girl.

We make it to my apartment and I unlock the door letting Zeke in first so I can lock the door behind us. When I turn around, Zeke is on my couch, feet up on my coffee table.

"So what's up man? Why were you up in the middle of the night in the Chasm?" he asks sounding generally concerned. That is one reason why I basically consider Zeke my brother from another mother. He can a complete idiot or the best listener depending on who you are and his mood.

I shake my head and walk over to the kitchen. I grab two beers out of my fridge and walk back into living room. I hand Zeke the other bottle and open mine up. The alcohol burns down my throat but maybe it will help me open up about Tris.

I sigh and start talking. "I don't know Zeke. I honestly don't know. One day I am one thing to her and the next day I am nothing. It's like she wants nothing to do with me." I realize I said she and I look toward Zeke. His mouth hangs open as if I just told him the biggest secret in history.

"Zeke, you're going to catch flies." I say trying to lighten the mood. He closes his mouth and smirks at me. "So, are you going to tell me who this lovely girl is who caught the attention of the man who I have almost never seen emotion out of?" "Tris," I whisper, hoping he didn't hear.

His eyes go wide. He heard.

"You mean number one ranked initiate, brother's girlfriend, small blonde Abnegation Tris?" I shake my head until I realize what he just said. "Zeke, did you just say that Tris is Uriah's girlfriend?" I ask hesitantly. My anger starts to boil and my hands curl into fists.

"Yeah. After she ran off, she came back and Uriah asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes. He told me about it before I went home." He then realizes what he said and throws his hands out in defense. "Four, don't get angry. It's not Uriah's fault that he likes this girl. It's not like you like her." He says and I feel heat rising up my face. He must notice because he smirks again, "or do you?" he asks with a chuckle.

"Shut up," I throw back at him. He holds his hands up again in mock defense with a smile on his face.

He gets up and walks over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "Go to sleep Four. You need to think about this and you're going to come up with an effective solution to your situation when you are exhausted." I nod and head to the bedroom.

Zeke has stayed here multiple times so he just goes over to the closet and grabs the extra blankets and pillows I keep in there specifically for this reason.

I take my shirt off, not bothering to change my pants and lay on my bed.

Maybe I do really like Tris.