Chapter 5

Tris POV

The wait is killing me. I stand by the door, bouncing on the heels of my feet, anxiously waiting for Peter. Yesterday at lunch, he invited me to sit with him and his friends. Unlike my feelings with Four, Peter is actually showing signs of liking me back. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel bad that I switched crushes just like that. But I now know for sure that Four doesn't like me.

When I was at lunch yesterday, I saw Four glaring at me. That moment I realized that Four was not for me. It was Peter. Peter had the perfect smile and his eyes gleamed when he laughed. Four was just stoic and unemotional.

Peter's hair was unmistakable to see in the crowd. His hair was pretty dark, so I could see him from the other side of the hall. I feel a smile spread on my face. "Peter!" I call happily as he nears me. he looks up at me, a look of annoyance on his face. He blinks at me and then smiles. "Tris! Hey!" He says, his smile so wide, it probably hurt his cheeks. I grin at him, which causes him to laugh. I cover my chest in mock anger, "What? You don't like my smile?" I laugh.

Peter smiles at me. "No not at all. How could I hate a beautiful smile?" He says softly. I feel the blood rise to my cheeks. Peter places his hand on my shoulder. "Tris, I know I just met you yesterday, but-"

"Sit down, class is about to start." I hear a deep voice say, probably the teacher. "I'll tell you later. Sit with me at lunch?" he asks, a small hopeful smile on his face. I grin, "Definitely."

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Four POV

I walk with Eight to first period. We have it on the Erudite floor, so we have to go through the Abnegation floor first. As we are walking, I see Tris talking to the one and only Peter. "Eight, look" I hiss, shoving a finger towards them. Eight turns, and his eyes widen. "Whaaa-" He begins, but I grab his sleeve, and pull him to a trash can, and crouch behind it. "Four?" Eight questions. "Shush. I want to hear what they are saying!" I whisper. Eight looks at me strangely, but nods slowly.

"How could I hate a beautiful smile?" I hear Peter say to her. Red begins to fill my vision. "Tris, I know I just met you yesterday, but-" He is cut off by Eight, speaking in a deep voice "Sit down, class is about to start." He says, cutting off their conversation. His face is set and angry.

"I'll tell you later. Sit with me at lunch?" he asks. I cringe when she replies with 'definitely'. I punch the trash can, causing it to tip back and forth. "Four. Calm down." I hear Eight say. "I may not approve of this, nor do I think it is a remotely pleasing ship, but we can't really do anything." He says firmly, looking at me. "Why not? We have to do something!" I exclaim.

Eight lets out a sigh. "Four. Tris is very stubborn. She was when she was little, and she still is. Nothing we say is going to stop her being friends with Peter."

I look at Eight, shaking my head slowly. "Whatever. Let's just go to class."

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Tris POV

Halfway through lunch, Peter pulls me out of the hall. "Tris. I was trying to say this earlier, I know that we just met yesterday, but I like you. A lot. You could call it love at first sight if you want."

I just nod lamely. This is the first time someone has confessed to like me.

"Tris, would you give me the honor to take you out on a date?" He asks. I blink at him, "Yes. I would love to go on a date with you." I say, he smiles and puts his hands on my cheeks, bringing my lips to his. When our lips touch, there is no sparks or fireworks. And deep down, I can't but help but wish that my first kiss was with Four, not Peter.

Four POV

Well, my hopes and dreams are officially shattered. I left the hall to get something from my dorm, only to see Tris and Peter kissing. I guess all my chances with Tris are gone. Now, I am sitting in my dorm, Eight talking to someone in the office of the school via Prep Pad, as I stare blankly into space.

"Four, I called the office saying you don't feel well, and that I will be watching you. We are excused from class. You better have a good reason for this. I am missing a great lecture in class." He says, sitting on my bed. I shove my head into my pillow. "I am done with life." I groan. Eight pats my back, "Cuatro, what's wrong?" He asks. I turn away from him, facing the wall. "I saw Tris kissing Peter." I say sadly.

"WHAT?" Eight shouts, standing up suddenly. I turn my head, and see Eight pacing the room furiously. "My sister is crazy. What is wrong with her? Falling for that jerk." Eight growls. I let out a sigh, and pull my covers over my head. "PeTris. Even their ship name leaves a bad taste in your mouth." I say

I hear Eights steps stop. "It does, doesn't it?" He says with a laugh. And I can't but help let out a little laugh as well.

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I follow Eight in the halls. "So what are we doing again?" I ask. Eight scans the hallway. "We are looking for Tris." He says, "I know she should be on this floor." He says, his voice distracted. He turns his head back. "Aha! There she is! With… Peter." He says, his voice dropping in excitement as he mentions Peter. "Tris!" He calls. Tris looks up, a smile on her face as she sees Eight, but when she looks at me, her smile drops. She runs up, with Peter following. "Eight! What are you doing here? Don't you have class?" she asks. "Nah, Four here is sick, I have to take care of him." He says, punching my arm, "This big baby can't take care of himself." He exclaims. Tris just nods, "But what are you doing here then?"

Eight sighs. "I wanted to talk to you." Tris just nods, staring at Eight expectantly. "Alone." Eight says frustrated. "OH." Tris says realizing what Eight meant.

"Fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted." Peter says. "Bye Tris." He says with a smile, planting a kiss on her cheek. "So what do you want to tell me?" Tris asks once Peter left. "Come to my room after class after, and then I'll tell you." Eight says, "I don't want to tell you here." He says gesturing to the people.

"Eight… I'm not allowed in the boys dorm, you know that." Tris says.

"Actually, siblings are allowed in the opposite halls, but only to their sibling's rooms." Eight explains. "Really? Well that's great! I'll see you after class!" Tris says giddily, then scampers off to her class. I look at Eight suspiciously. "Are siblings really allowed in opposite dorms?" I question.

"Actually, they are. But if they are found in someone else's room, they can be suspended." Eight says seriously. "Why is that even a rule? Most schools don't even allow it." I say, beginning to walk back to the dorms. Eight jogs up beside me, "I honestly don't know. I think it was an old rule before Dr. Jeannine Matthews became principal." Eight reasons. I shrug, walking up the stairs to our floor.

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Dear world,

If you are reading this, then I probably didn't make it. Eight was trying to tell Tris not to date Peter, and that ended with the desk on its side, and a crack on Eight's Prep Pad. They are currently screaming at each other, and I heard something hit the door of the enclosed hallway. I don't know if Eight or Tris will come out alive.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but I'm surprised that the teachers haven't suspended them for the stuff they are saying. I just heard another thing hit the door. I am going to hide now.

Sincerely,

Four

I scrawl my note on the napkin. Eight and Tris have been screaming for almost ten minutes now. I press my ear against the wall, and listen to the conversation.

"Tris! I don't want you dating that monster!" I hear Eight shout.

"He's not a monster! Peter is a perfectly normal person!" Tris shouts back.

"HE FREAKIN STABBED SOMEONE IN THE EYE!"

"MAYBE IM GOING TO STAB YOU IN THE EYE!" I hear something hit the wall, and Eight growl

"HES NOT RIGHT! HES NOT STABLE!" something hits the door.

"YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I CAN DATE WHOEVER I WANT!"

"I UNDERSTAND THAT. I just don't want you dating a PSYCOTIC MURDERER!" Eight screams

"SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOT DAD! DAD DIED OKAY!" Tris shouts

"MAYBE THAT'S WHY I DON'T WANT YOU TO DATE HIM! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE TRIS!"

"Peter won't kill me Eight. Be reasonable." Tris says angrily, her voice slightly quieter. "I am being reasonable. Peter is a bully, and like I said, he stabbed someone! Plus, you guys have a HORRIBLE ship name!"

"So what? I don't need your blessing! And, ship names don't matter." Tris shouts

"Fine! Just leave!" Eight shouts.

I scoot to the door, and open the door slightly. I see Tris grab the doorknob. She turns the knob, the pauses. "I wish I never found you." She whispers, before throwing the door open, walking out, and slamming it shut.

I open the door fully, and gasp when I see the full extent of damage. One of our lamps is broken on the floor, a crack running up the casing. Clothes are strewn across the floor, a shirt hanging off the light bulb on the ceiling. I also see a pair of scissors in the carpet, blade down.

"Eight? I presume the talk didn't go so well?" I say, trying to lighten the mood. Eight glares at me. I step back a bit. "Too soon?" I say, causing Eight to roll his eyes.

Eight begins to pick up some of the stuff on the floor. "She is just too stubborn. Bull headed, just like Mom and Caleb. Dad and I were the pushovers in the family." He mutters.

"Stupid Peter. Next thing you know, it's going to turn out that we heard Peter talking about Tris, and he is going to kidnap her. Then who will be right?" he continues mutter.

"Eight, calm down." I say, bending down to pick up the scissors, preventing any injuries.

"I can't. Tris is going to get in trouble." Eight growls. "Come on, nothing will-" I'm cut off with a banging at the door.

"EIGHT! FOUR! HELP! PETE-" A voice screams through the door, but then is suddenly cut off. Eight begins to tremble. "That sounded like Tris." He whispers. I feel my heart pound realizing that Tris could be in danger. I throw the door open, and see a flash of blonde hair fly past the corner, as well as a black glove at the top of her hair.

"Tris!" I shout, chasing after her. I run to the stairs, but there is no sign of her. I look down, and see a piece of black cloth on the ground. I see Eight next to me, he crouches next to me. "That part of her skirt." He whispers. I look at his face. Tears stream down his face, "Peter took Tris. I know he did." He whispers.

"I WILL KILL HIM!" Eight shouts, his voice echoing through the hall. I stand up, and look at the cloth in my hand. "Peter will pay." I whisper, crunching the cloth up in my fist.

A/N Boom. Next chapter. Also really random, and pretty bad, but I got some freak inspiration, so I decided to write. Sorry if it sucks.