So I took down chapters 3 & 4 and combined them and added more onto chapter 4. I seen Insurgent last night, anyone want to share their thoughts and complaints?

Anyways I'm slowly getting back into writing, I haven't disappeared completely.

I pace around the kitchen, laptop in my hands the skype screen still loading. There's a ding and my brother's face slowly comes into focus. "Hey baby sister!" He smiles and it slowly fades. "What's wrong?"

"I got an email back from that magazine." I set the laptop on the counter.

"And?" Caleb asks warily.

"I'm not good enough." I shake my head, "No, I didn't even hear back from who I emailed! I got a rejection from her assistant! Who said that Mr. Atwell was too busy to interview me and that the position would more than likely be filled after this meeting in three weeks!" I scream. "They do not have a yes for the position but I'm given a no because the person they had in mind may say yes when they ask in a few weeks."

My brother sighs and shakes his head. "You know how it goes, Beatrice, it's about who you know not how good you are. Mom would tell you that."

I cross my arms and stomp my foot, "I'm still angry."

"I know. So what are you going to do now? There has to be a bar around there right? You did that for a while, or a café right? Starbucks, man. Hell do retail!"

"I just may have to." I shake my head, smile, and change the subject.

That late afternoon finds me sitting next to the futon with applications spread around me, my laptop open with ones I can fill out online. There's a knock on my door and I tuck the pen that's in my hand behind my ear and stand up. Lauren is standing on the other side, pillow in her arms.

"I am inviting you over for dinner and movies."

"Oh," I bite the inside of my cheek.

"I brought this pillow to see if you wanted to use it or bring your own." She pats the bright green case and I wonder for a brief second if it has matching ones or if it's a random pillow cover.

"Lauren I can't I- I'm busy." I shrug and her shoulders drop.

"Okay." She squeezes the pillow and backs away. "If you change your mind just come over."

I shut the door and I faintly hear another door shut, I exhale and walk back to my spot on the floor. I don't know how long I'm there, headphones in my ears, fingers aching. All the paper applications have been filled out and my laptop is closed. I sigh as my stomach starts growling, I set the stack of papers on the table and open the fridge.

But what am I looking for? I snort when I look at my almost empty fridge. I forgot to go shopping this week. I stare out the window and debate whether going out in the nippy weather is worth a full fridge or giving up and getting delivery. Though I am going to have to scrounge for money either way, I don't think I have enough for groceries. Shit.

I feel guilty for having to ask my grandmama for rent money this month so asking for money for food is absolutely out of the question. I'm not asking my brother either. I look at the applications, could I make it until I got hired? I notice the notification light on my phone flashing.

Lauren said that you weren't coming over :(

Christina sent it four hours ago… Shit, was it really almost ten? I pick up my phone and text Lauren if there was any food left. I wait for the buzz in my hand but it never comes, so I pocket my phone assuming that everyone is asleep or busy and grab my keys. I open my door as the one catty-corner opens and Eric steps out a plate in his hands.

"I'll tell her." He laughs and lets the door shut. The smell of the burritos and rice on the plate make my stomach growl loudly. "Well there she is, out of the dungeon are we?"

"What do you mean?" I thumb the key between my fingers.

His smile drops as he hands me the plate, he ducks in and kisses my lips. "You've been ignoring me."

"No." I lie, knowing that I have and that I've been ignoring Tobias too.

"You have been." He pulls back and the smile is back. "One plate of food at the lady's request."

"Thank you." I turn to head back inside and Eric hovers in the doorway. "Coming in?"

He shrugs. "I don't think you would want me to."

"Why not?" I set the plate down and his eyes go towards the papers.

"Homework?" He teases and I shake my head.

"Looking for work. Long story." I find a plastic fork and start eating. "You sure you don't want to come in and not hover in the doorway?"

"Nah, I should get back to the 'party'," he makes quotes with his fingers and I thank him again for the plate of food before he shuts the door. I wait for the door to open and close across the hall but it doesn't, instead the door out to the stairs slams shut and I take the plate to the window and watch Eric walk across the yard.

The next morning I enter Toxic Spirits, tucked under my arm is the application I found taped to my door. It's been a week and the only call back I've gotten was for a part time shift at the local supermart. The redheaded woman is there wiping at the bar and a brawny blonde man with stubble is arranging bottles. She looks at me and glares, for what I don't know.

"He's not here." She yells as I head to Eric's office.

"He told me to come in." I knock on the door and Eric is leaning against his desk, a middle aged man is sitting in his chair. Eric looks up and smiles and I hand out the application and once he takes it I turn and leave. This is totally cheating, I bite at the inside of my cheek as I pass the fuming redhead.

I head home on foot, better to not waste gas when I'm short on money. Before I get to the apartments I see a familiar car pass me before it pulls over. Tobias rolls down the passenger window as I walk up to him.

"Going somewhere?" I nod towards the suitcase in the backseat.

"On a trip with my mom, we go every year." The smile leaves his face, "you haven't called me all week is something okay?"

"Tobias," I sigh, now or never. "We need to talk."

"Can it wait until after I get back?" He knows what it is.

"No I'm sorry but-"

"Please don't," he looks out the front windshield, hands tight on the steering wheel.

"I can't continue going out with you." I say, a weight lifted from my shoulders.

"It's Eric isn't it? You're breaking up with me because of him?"

Well kind of… "No it's not him."

"Then why?" He still won't look at me and I decide I can't tell him, I know he'll make promises to fix it so I go an easier route.

"There's someone back home I'm not over. I thought I would be but I'm not. Sorry, Tobias." I fold my arms and tell him to have a safe trip and that we'll still be friends before walking off.

I hear muffled voices and my fridge opening and closing through my foggy head, I groan and roll over picking up my phone. It's almost ten in the morning. I scramble out of bed when I hear laughing and the front door shutting, I'm alone. Maybe I was imagining having company because I swear I locked the door. I grab my laptop and start my weekly skype call with my brother.

"Hey, Beatrice." Caleb smiles once he gets on. "How's the job search going?"

"There was a part time job at the local store. It was for Friday and Saturday from five to nine." I shrug. "So I applied at this bar a friend works at and surprisingly he hasn't called me back. So much for the it's about who you know."

"Patience, Beatrice," my brother looks down. "So Grandmama wants to know if you're okay you haven't called her."

Right then my front door opens and Lauren, Max, and Will all walk through with groceries in their hands. "Yo, Tris we got you groceries because you have jack shit in your fridge!" Lauren sits them on the counter and starts putting stuff away, I feel my face burning.

Will stops and looks at me, "Chris said that she can give you a ride since you've been walking everywhere."

I hear my brother cough.

"Uhm, we'll talk about this later." I turn back to the screen and my brother is angry.

"Beatrice."

I'm in trouble. "Everyone this is my brother Caleb." I motion to the screen.

"Hello." He gets out through his teeth. "Don't change the subject. You're doing well?"

"Caleb-"

"You did have food right?" He narrows his eyes and Lauren comes over.

"Nope it was completely empty," she pats my shoulder. "Don't worry we got you food."

I look back at Caleb and he is gone, the screen empty, the call ended. My phone buzzes, you're so stubborn won't even ask for help. We'll talk later, Beatrice, right now I'm just too angry at you.

I shut my laptop and turn to Lauren, "I can't accept this."

"Why not?" She is back to putting away groceries.

"I just can't." I stare at the bags. "It's too much."

"I bet if it was Four doing this you'd be okay with it." Will nudged Max who nodded.

I grab a glass and fill it with water from the sink, "I don't see why. We broke up a couple of days ago."

"Wait…" Max holds up a hand, "you two broke up?"

"You poor thing, I thought Four would have stayed with you a little longer." Lauren holds up ice cream and I shake my head.

"He would have if I didn't end it."

"Hold up." Will then takes the glass out of my hand and sets it down before taking my wrists in his hands and pressing the middle two fingers against my skin. "You broke up with him?"

"Yes."

Will furrows his brow and nods, "she's not lying."

Of course I'm not, god dammit why do people not believe me? It's quiet after as Lauren and I finish putting away the food and I grab a bowl of cereal after she whines that they didn't just buy me food for me to eat a boring bowl of cereal. Max gave me three hundred which I tried to give back but he said 'we help family, and you're family'. Then I found out that my brother had put five THOUSAND, sweet Jesus Caleb you fuck, in my bank account.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell into the phone.

"BEATRICE MICHAEL WRIGHT!" My grandmama yells and I pull the phone away from my ear.

"Sorry, Grandmama, why do you have Caleb's phone?"

"I had to borrow it to make a call. Did you get the money? He wanted me to ask if it was enough or if you needed more?" I can hear her smile.

"It's enough, how are you?" I sit myself down and only hang up two hours later when I'm done talking to both her and Caleb.

I text Eric a quick 'hey' but he doesn't respond back, in fact now I haven't heard from him since the night he gave me food. After two days of him not answering me I ask Max about it when I'm invited over for movies.

"He may be really busy," Max rubs the back of his head. "That is kind of unlike him. I mean Lauren invited him over and he asked if you would be invited. We told him of course and he told us that he couldn't show up."

"Did you two fight?" Christina giggles and leans over Will to whisper to me. "Maybe he's got a girlfriend and wants some time with her."

"Maybe." I pretend that the lurch my heart gave wasn't me being upset. We watch three movies and throughout it Christina is texting someone, maybe Lauren because her phone keeps lighting up. It's almost one in the morning, Christina and Will have left and Lauren fell asleep, Max and I finished another movie before I left. I lock the door behind me and get ready for bed.

I wake up, rain beating against the window. Is that what woke me up? I start to roll over when there's knocking on my door. I get up and run my hands through my hair before opening the door. Eric is standing there soaking wet.

"What time is it?"

"Just a little past three." He leans against the door frame, his hair is sticking to his face.

"Oh god, why did you wake me? Let me sleep!" I groan and rub at my face.

"Is it true?" He asks.

I squint at him. "Is what true?"

"That you ended it with" He stops and motions with his hand and I nod.

He starts forward and grabs my face and mashes his mouth to mine, our lips move together as he pushes me back into the apartment before kicking the door shut.

"Lock it." I pant out. "Or they'll come in at six in the morning."

"Okay, stay here." He locks the door and looks at me, eyes like fire. "Oh god." He says before rushing at me and picking me up in his arms, I wrap my legs around him and we kiss. He props me up against the archway next to my bed. He pulls my shirt up to get to the waistband of my underwear, I help him get it over one leg and he unbuttons his pants.

"Not going to the bed?" I ask between kisses placed on his neck, his wet shirt is soaking through mine.

"No time I need to." He tears open a condom from his pocket and I understand the urgency that we have. We need to be together as one. He slides me onto him and I twist my hands into his shirt, I can feel the water dribble between my fingers.

He thrusts against me and my hands slide up his neck into his hair, his face is buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I moan and drag my open mouth to bite his ear lobe. He stiffens and wrap my legs around him tighter.

"You changed your hair." He tugs at a lock as I undress him.

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Yeah." He smiles and kicks out of his jeans and boxers. When we're both naked he pushes me down on the bed, "You didn't come, let me help you."

Before I can say anything his mouth is making its way down my stomach, his nose trails through the hair between my thighs before his tongue licks at me. My hand curls in the sheets as the other one smooths my hair back from my face. As his tongue flicks against me the sparks in my body ignite and grow and grow until my whole body clenches and then goes limp.

Eric climbs up me to rest his head on my pillow. "Good?"

"Good." I smile, "so who told you because it wasn't me. You we're ignoring me."

"I'm sorry. I was busy and you were ignoring me first." He kisses my nose. "Christina and Lauren."

Of course. I cover us up and I fall asleep in his arms. Morning comes in the form of rain still beating on the window and ringing. For a moment I believe that I dreamt last night, until Eric's arm tightened around me and he whispered, "Make it stop!"

"Okay, I will." I whisper and grab my phone, it's an unknown number so I click the power button and put it back on the dresser. I roll back over to face Eric, his eyes are closed.

"Morning, sleepy head." I lean over and kiss him my hand going down to touch him.

"Mmm, keep doing that." He kisses my neck and then down to my breasts. I take hold of him and he groans against my skin. "Tris." I continue to stroke him as his hand reaches for me and slides between my thighs.

My hand falters and all the breath in my lungs leave my mouth in a sound. A name. His name. Eric.

"I got you." He sits up on his free arm and looks down at me, I reach up and brush his hair back. My breathing gets louder and my other hand grabs his shoulder. My nails digging into his skin.

"More." I press my hips against his hand and his fingers press harder against my clit. His head ducks down and his mouth closes around one of my nipples. "I want you," I slide both my hands from to his back.

"Can't." His fingers push into me and he kisses up my throat to my chin and then my mouth. "I only brought one condom."

"Why?" I lean up to press my face into his neck.

"Wasn't expecting you to answer and let me in. But I brought one on hope that maybe." We both make a noise, at least I think we do. I know I do. "Maybe you'd let me in."

"I have." I let my top half fall and hit the pillow, my hips arch up and my legs go taught, bent at the knees. My whole body is ridged. Something snaps and my body goes slack.

Eric kneels between my legs and my heart leaps. I've never done anything without protection before, though soon my fear is unnecessary. He raises both my legs, rests my calves on his shoulders, presses my thighs together, and I understand what he is going to do. He pushes himself between the skin of my thighs and groans. His hips press against me and his fingers are going to leave bruises on my thighs.

I reach up and grab at his hands and he lets go. I let my legs fall open and he climbs over me to kiss me, hips rutting against my stomach. Our mouths are never apart for long, his hands are gripping mine above our heads.

"Tris," he repeats against my mouth with each thrust. My legs hook around his and he goes taut and spills hotly on my stomach. We lay there for minutes, the grey of the sky giving way to pinks and oranges, before the sunlight settles on bright yellow. My stomach growls and he laughs before nuzzling my neck. "You're hungry," his stomach growls too.

"I can feed you." I kiss his head.

"Mmm, cook for me naked." He sits up and I shake my head, "oh don't be shy now. I know what you look like unclothed."

"I know." I run my fingers down his chest, "You're so handsome."

After breakfast I head down to the first floor to use the laundry machines there as Eric takes a shower. I throw his clothes in with mine and head back up to my floor. I lock the door behind me and Eric is standing in the middle of my living room, naked skin and all.

"Hi?"

"Hi." He smiles and I don't know why my face is getting hot.

"You're clothes are in the washer and then I can put them in the dyer." I take a step towards him. "I thought you were taking a shower?"

Eric starts towards me and I reach up to cup his face, the rings on his lip are cold against my lips. His hands grab my waist to pull me closer and I slide my arms around his neck. His mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck and my pulse starts thundering.

"I was going to. Take one with me?" His hands pull at my shirt, his body hard against mine.

"Okay." I get out breathlessly, letting him lead me to my bathroom.