(A/N: I do not own Divergent. Nor will I ever. I just own my ideas.)

Tris POV

I make my way up to my apartment but before the elevator doors shut, I see a foot being put in between them. The doors slide back open to revel an exasperated Four. "Thanks Tris," he says sarcastically. "I was calling you from across the Pit."

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. I wasn't really paying attention. And if the doors closed, why didn't you use your key to get to your apartment?" I say back. "Obviously and I forgot my keys when I was rushing out to the meeting." He says, scowling at me. I throw my head back and let out a fake laugh, "I made it from my apartment to the meeting room in less than 2 minutes and you tell me you couldn't manage to grab your keys and be early at the same time?" He frowns at me and I just continue to laugh.

The elevator stops at his apartment and he steps out. "Night Tris," he says not looking at me. "Night Four," I reply and the doors shut. When they do, I slump back onto the wall until I hit my floor.

When I do, I practically hop out of the elevator. I drop my keys and flip off my shoes not really paying attention to my surroundings so when I turn around, I run straight into Caleb. He grabs onto my arms and keeps me from falling. "Tris, watch where you're going." He says and I scowl at him. He sees my expression and put his hands up. "Sorry. I just wanted to say goodnight. Dad is going to stay in the bedroom and I am taking the couch."

I nod, "Goodnight Caleb."

I walk into my bedroom and into the bathroom. Once I am in there, I turn on the shower and get it. It doesn't take me long to get ready so within 15 minutes I am laying on my bed with wet hair sprawled around my pillows. I haven't bothered taking all the decorative pillows off the bed so I am just crowded by them.

I stare up at the ceiling and think back through the last two days. Most girls would love to have two men falling all over them but I just find it annoying. I know I don't love Tobias. He was my cruel instructor for 6 weeks. There were never feelings toward him.

But Uriah. I don't know. I love him as a person and all but I don't know if I am in love with him.

I roll over onto my side and see I've been laying here for an hour already. I don't feel tired so I decide I might as well do something productive. I get up and through on a pair of short and a tank top with my sweat shirt and sneakers and head to the training room.

Maybe throwing and shooting will help me clear my head.

Four POV

I wake up with a start and try to figure out what woke me up. I am about to go to sleep when I hear a loud thud out in the living room. I can't tell who or what is in there since there is now a door separating me from my living room.

I reach over and grab the small pistol I keep on my bedside table in one hand and the light switch in the other. I put up the gun and turn on the lights at the same time. Standing there with blankets covering their face is Zeke. How did he get in here? I just moved into my new apartment and there is a separate elevator to the leader apartments.

Then I remember that after Tris left dinner, Zeke asked me for my spare key. I knew he was asking for it so he could get away from Shauna when he needs to so I comply. I also have a key for his apartment.

"Zeke! What the hell man?!" I scream, pissed off that he woke up and that I could have shot him. Well I was pissed until he moved the blankets from his face to revel puffy cheeks and red eyes. There are also silent tears streaming down his face.

I jump out of bed and walk over to him. I touch his shoulder and take him over to the couch. "Zeke, what's the matter man?" he just shakes his head. "Shauna," I hear him squeak out through quiet sobs. I pat his back like a good friend and tell him to go to sleep and we can talk about it in the morning.

When did I become the therapist to all my friends?

I lie back down and stare at the ceiling, all too awake to fall asleep anytime soon. I look over at the clock by my bed. ! I throw my head back into my pillow and run my hands through my hair. There is no way I am going back to sleep.

After 20 minutes of lying in bed doing nothing, I decide I might as well go to the training room. The exercise will either tire me out or wake me up enough for me to go through the rest of the day without a nap. Either or would work for me at the moment.

I slip on my sneakers and a shirt and walk to the door. I don't bother telling Zeke where I am going because he usually knows where I am so I just take my keys and phone and walk out.

I am in the hallway right before I enter the training room and hear sudden gunshots. Who would be up at this time of night besides me? Why can't I ever have a night to be alone? I look through the small window and the door and see a short, blonde figure shooting at the targets. Tris.

I open the door slowly hoping not to disturb her but I don't succeed. The door squeaks and Tris whips her head around. "Four," is all she says before turning back to her shooting. Cold shoulder much?

I make my way over to the punching bags and stretch. I never used to because Amar said you should always be ready for a fight but this is training and I don't need to pull a muscle like the last time. I finish my stretching and take my stance. I start to throw and kick my arms and legs before starting on combinations. I do those for a while until I hear the all familiar sound of a knife cutting through the air.

I turn my head to see Tris at the targets, hitting the center every time I might add. This is one of the reasons I love her, she isn't like a girly girl who refuses to fight or can't hit a target unless her life depended on it. Tris comes here on her own to train because she wants to.

I walk closer to her and examine her. Her aim is flawless but there are a couple of things about her stance that could change. "You know, if you moved your right foot a little closer to the center of your body instead of turning it out, you body would pivot better during throwing," I say to her and she stops. She glares at me and I put my hands up in defense. "Once an instructor, always an instructor," I heard her mutter under her breath.

I roll my eyes and pick up a couple knives, turning toward my own target. I try to remember the first time Tris threw knives. She practiced her stance and technique before actually releasing a single knife and that was the reason she was the best at that skill.

I throw my knives until I run out and go pick them up. I notice Tris is still throwing but I trust her not to hit me. "Stand in front of the target," she says suddenly and I stare up at her. Payback I guess.

I do as she tells me knowing she won't hit me and she readies herself. The first knife she throws ends up about 6 inches away from my left forearm. The second, right above my skull. The third, right in between my spread legs. I almost flinched at that one. Almost.

But where the last knife goes shocks me. I feel it as soon as it hit. Top of my right ear, she hit it on purpose. Exactly what I did to her.

"Did I hurt you, Tobias?" she asks mockingly and I freeze. Tobias. She must notice she said it too because before I can say anything in return, the door to the training room is slamming shut. How could she know about me? Unless… unless she heard me in the hospital.

I start to pace around the training room. The nurse that I ran into when I walked into Tris room said she had been asleep for hours. How could she have been awake for the small time frame that I was with her? Did she hear everything?

I am about to go find her and ask her how much she knows when I see her walk back in again. "Um…I uh…forgot my sweatshirt," she says not looking up at me. I have to talk to her so right before she makes it to the door to leave; I step in front of it. She looks up at me startled.

"Tris, how do you know that name?" I ask her and she looks down. "Tris, please. How much did you hear?" I settle since that question is probably easier to answer than the rest that are flooding my head. "Everything," she whispers and now I look down at me feet.

"How long Tobias?" she asks and I look at her puzzled. "How long have you loved me?"I think about her question. When did I know I was in love with her?

I knew I liked her when she first fell into the net. She was different and I liked it. I knew I wanted to be with her after I threw the knives at her. She was so brave and was willing to risk her life for a friend. But when did I fall in love with her?! UGH!

"I don't know Tris," I say quietly. She shakes her head, "Why did you act like you hated me then?! You made my initiation worse than it needed to be because I was constantly trying to make sure you weren't going to kick me out because you didn't like me. I needed to prove to Eric and the other leaders that I belonged here so I worked harder than I actually needed to. I wanted to ask you why you hated me. I just assumed you hated me because I was a stiff but now I know that you were one at one time too. So why did you make me think you hated me?" She screams at me.

I can feel the tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let them out. I never wanted her to think I hated her, I just wanted to make here think I didn't think of her as anything else but another initiate. "I didn't want you to think I hated you, I was trying to hide my feelings for you as best as possible and I knew that the only way for you not to figure them out was to not allow you to get to know me or get close." I say back to her.

She looks at me as if trying to get more answers out of me but I don't have any more. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen." I say trying to make her understand. She just scoffs, pushes past me and walks out the door.

When it shuts, I slide down it to the floor and put my head in my hands.

One thing I know for sure.

Tris Prior HATES me.

A/N: What did you think? Anyone feel bad for Four/Tobias? I know I felt kind of bad writing it seeing as the person he loves completely and utterly hates him.