Chapter 3

I'm walking down the halls of Divergent University. I see a boy with brown hair and green eyes wave at me. I smile at him. I see Christina and Will making out in a corner. I roll my eyes.

I walk outside into the gorgeous courtyard. I see Uriah and Zeke playing catch while Shauna and Marlene are sitting on the bench, probably gossiping. I see Lynn with Lex and Ali, whom seem to be watching something on Lynn's phone.

Then, I spot him. The boy who I've been dating since my second week of college. He runs up to me, his green eyes glinting playfully. He picks me up and twirls me around. I laugh and tell him to drop me. He puts me down and kisses me. I tangle my hands in his tidy black hair.

I snap back to reality. I'm sitting on a plane with a boy who looks like my 'boyfriend'. He's looking at me.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Why?" I am confused now. Why wouldn't I be ok.

"Because you were just kissing air." He says. Oh. Well...

"Oh, uh. Haha. Yeah." I stumble awkwardly. He laughs.

"I was just messing around with you. I could tell you were thinking of a certain someone." He wiggles his eyebrows. I laugh this time.

"No, actually I'm single. The last boy I dated left me for college two years ago." My expression must become scary because the boy starts scooting away. It looks funny because he can't really move, courtesy of the seatbelt.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you... What's your name?" I ask. He grins and extends a hand.

"Peter." He says.

"Tris."

- Time Skip -

We talked for the rest of the flight. Apparently we came from the same place and are going the same place. It's quite a coincidence that Peter went to the same high school as me.

For the first time in months, I start thinking of a boy, who I know, in a romantic way.

And now, because I love you guys, Four POV:

I used to call myself Four. I chose the number Four because it represents how many loved ones I lost: My mom, my dad, my childhood pet- a fish named - and finally, Tobias Eaton.

Some of these people passed away. Others were just... lost. My father was lost the day he started beating Evelyn and I. Evelyn as my mom, who passed on a day when Marcus was particularly angry. Mr. Fish was flushed down the toilet by Marcus. And poor little Tobias was lost once he reached high school.

Poor Tobias had just moved, along with his father, due to his mother dying. Marcus would say it was because the place reminded them of Evelyn, but they really moved due to all the accusations of Marcus abusing his wife and son. Tobias had decided in order to shake his past, he must create a new present. Thus, Four was born and Tobias was no more.

Well, was no more until two years ago.

Two years ago, when Four became Five. All because of one girl. One girl who probably now either cries or breaks something at the mention of the number after three. Poor Four was heart broken and in college. His two friends, Shauna and Zeke, were told to call him Tobias and never speak of Four.

Now Tobias has all these pretty girls throwing themselves at him, but is depressed. He's depressed because while these girls are pretty m they are nothing in comparison with Tris. His beautiful Tris. His heartbroken Tris. His Tris.

Two words have never sounded better together.

Four and Tris. Their love was like an indestructible fortress. But they should have known how nothing is truly indestructible.

Fools have been learning that lesson for years: No matter how big or strong it is, it will eventually be broken by something higher and stronger. It's just the unfair circle of life.

If Tobias had one wish it would be to regain the small amount of sunlight in his life. For one brief year there was happiness and love in his life. It's been awhile since he had last met those two emotions. Now there is only darkness and depression. I guess maybe some people just weren't meant to be happy.

Poor Tobias has an awful, sad, maddening life. A seemingly meaningless life. The only thing that keeps him hanging on is that he believes that every living thing was made to serve a purpose. But the one maddening flaw in this theory is maybe he's already served his purpose. And that now he is simply just a waste of space.

Whenever these thoughts occur I just shake my head to clear it. I hate this. I hate everything. I hate the fact that some people have such awful lives. I hate how these people tend to think depressing things. And the thing I hate the most is that I'm one of them.

I hate that I'm Tobias Eaton, the broken kid.

Heeeeeeeeey. What's up? I feel like I haven't seen you guys in forever! Well, written to you guys in forever. Wasn't that an exciting chapter?! Speaking of exciting, you know what I hate? I hate it when instead of writing 'exciting' people write 'exiting'. They are NOT the same thing.

Joke for the HP fandom:

Friend: Guys are so lucky, they don't have to deal with a 'time of the month'.

Me: I don't know, some guys have 'times of the month'.

Friend: Oh really? Name one, then.

Me: Moony.

Friend: Who?

Me: Remus.

Friend: Who?

Me: Lupin.

Friend: WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Me: Oh yeah, you aren't a potterhead. Never mind...

I just thought of that and found it hilarious. Also, I just feel like this is an announcement that I have to make for some reason but: I TOTALLY SHIP REMUS/SIRIUS! They are just soo cute together! I've been reading a lot of RLSB fics lately.

50 reviews please!

QOTD: Did you squeal during Chapter 3?

My answer: Of course I did.