FOUR POV

Breakfast goes by quickly. We just eat muffins and pancakes. We sat at a table with Matthew and Tris. I can now see what they were talking about when they said Tris was feared. The tables bordering ours are empty and people keep sending wary glances towards her. Either Tris doesn't notice or this happens so often that she just doesn't care. I'm going to guess the latter. Matthew and Tris have their own conversation while the rest of us have meaningless conversation. Tris stand sup and we follow her out of the cafeteria.

"So, what are we doing today?" Uriah asks. Tris turns around and looks at him for a second with a questioning glance before Matthew answers.

"I have work today and you guys have to meet up with David at 2. Until then you'll just have to stick with Tris." Matthew says. We all nod while Tris looks at him, appalled.

"Are you kidding me! Why do they have to be with me? Why can't you take them." She says.

"Tris, the reason you aren't at school is so you can watch them. Now play nice." Matthew says before walking off. Tris growls at him and starts to walk away. We start to follow her with difficulty considering her fast pace. Eventually we stop at a door in the basement of the building.

"I need to train so you guys are going to have to stay in here while I do. Don't touch anything, don't break anything, and I swear to god if you interrupt me there will be consequences." She says in a menacing tone. We nod and follow her into the room. the second the door opens, my jaw drops. The room is a large room full of all kinds of weapons and training equipment. Immediately, my feet take me over to a table of knives that in the wall.

The entire table is covered in different types of throwing knives, all the latest models. There are a few sets but most are distinct from the ones next to it. I run my fingers along them and feel the different edges. All are sharpened to perfection. I am broken out of my daze by a harsh voice behind me.

"What happened to not touching anything?" Tris says. I turn around to see her standing there with her arms crossed.

"Sorry, its just the knife collection is spectacular. The ones we would throw in dauntless were pretty crummy." I say while glancing back at the knives.

"You throw?" Tris says while raising her eyebrow.

"Yes. I'm the best Dauntless has to offer." I say with a slightly cocky smirk.

"I highly doubt that." she says with a snort. Now its my turn to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Is that a challenge?" I say.

"Of course it is, dumb ass. Now choose your knives." She says while walking over to the table. I watch as her eyes skim over the table and land on a set in the back corner. She picks up the five knives and motions for me to do the same. I look the knives over before deciding on five different ones. I pick them up walk over to a target shaped like a human. Tris takes the target next to me.

"The object of the game is to get the most kill shots. Who ever does that with the five knives wins. Those idiots can judge." She says while pointing a knife at my group. I nod and motion for her to start.

Tris takes a deep breath and pulls back her arm before releasing the knife. The second the knife leaves her hand, she replaces it and throws again. She throws the next three so fast, I barely even saw them. I look to the target to see where the knives landed. One is in the middle of the eyes, one is in the temple, one is in the neck, and the last two were plunged into the heart. I walk closer to examine it and see she hit dead center for each mark on the target. I gulp and walk back to my spot.

I stare at my target and throw the knife in my hand. I don't even look to see where it landed before releasing the next one. This continues until all of my knives are stuck into the target. They all landed in the same spots that Tris' did. She goes up to the target and inspects the different hits. Once she is done, she turns around and laughs.

"Nice try number boy, but if you want to beat me, you're going to have to try a little harder." Tris says. I give her a confused look and she points to the one between the eyes. I walk over and look at it to see it is only a centimeter away from dead center. Damn it, she beat me.

"Fine, you win this time." I say.

"Woah, woah, woah. Did the almighty Four just admit defeat? Someone needs to document this moment." Zeke says.

"Shut up." I snap with a sharp scowl.

"Now if you would excuse me, I have training to get to." Tris says before walking into a closet and coming out in a sports bra and sweatpants with her knuckles taped. I can see faint abs lining her otherwise flat stomach. She walks over to a punching bag and cracks her neck before she starts to pummel it. Instantly, my instructor instincts kick in and I start to analyze her every move. She executes each move with near perfection. the only flaw I am able to pick up on is how she isn't focusing on isolating her core.

I make a spur of the moment decision and walk over to her. I place my hand on her stomach and lean my head near her ear.

"Don't forget to keep your tension here." I say. The second I touch her, she visibly tenses. After I tell her the advice, she meekly nods but stays tense. I remove my hand and watch as she does as I told her. It as an immediate effect on her stance and now I can truly find nothing wrong. I pull myself away from watching her and go stand with the others.

"Dude, she's better than you at all this and your supposed to be a dauntless prodigy." Zeke says with an exasperated look on his face.

"Don't you think I have realized that by now? She must train a lot. The dedication she has is truly remarkable." I say, zoning out slightly at the end thinking about her. I have never met a girl with such great form. I've never even met anyone who is more focused on training than me but she seems to be. The only time I saw her have any fun is the few times she has joked around with Matthew.

"Four, snap out of it." Zeke says while snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blink a few times before turning to him.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." I say.

"Thinking about Tris?" Zeke says while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I growl and punch him lightly in the arm. Apparently it wasn't light enough because zeke curses and grabs his arm.

"You know, I don't think of every girl who grabs a shred of my attention like that. I'm not you, Zeke." I say with a stern expression. Zeke huffs and rolls his eyes.

"This girl has a hell of a lot more than a shred of your attention. At dauntless, I could barely get you t look at a girl let alone talk to her." Zeke says. I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair while crossing my arms. Zeke turns to Uriah and starts to talk to him about something stupid while I watch Tris again.

She really did take my advice. Her stance continues to be perfect with every kick and punch she throws. She starts to do combinations that I have never even seen. Of course, she executes them perfectly. I would hate to be the one who has to fight her. I can't find any flaws that you would be able to take advantage of. She seems impossible to beat.

I don't know how long I stare but I stop when Tris turns around panting. She grabs a towel and wipes the sweat off her forehead and takes a look at the clock. I look too and see its 1:45. Man, that was a hell of a lot longer than I thought. Tris mumbles something then runs into the closet, grabbing her sweatshirt. She runs over to us while she rips whats left of the tape off her knuckles. She pulls on her sweatshirt once all the tape is off.

"Lets go guys or we're going to be late. My dad would kill me." she says while making her way to the door. We all follow behind her. I walk a little faster so I am walking next to her. She barely acknowledges me when I do this. After a couple of minutes she finally says something.

"Thanks for helping me. I could feel something wrong with my stance but I wasn't sure what it was. One of the problems of training with yourself." she says while keeping her eyes forward.

"It was no problem. I was an instructor back in dauntless so its a habit to analyze peoples forms. Do you always train alone?" I ask while looking at her, though her gaze never falters from the hallway in front of her.

"Always have, always will. I taught myself everything I know. I've been practicing every day from a very, very young age." she says. I can't believe she taught herself all of that stuff. It was impressive enough that she knew all that. Now I knew she figured it all out on her own, it only makes her more impressive.

"Why were you always alone?" I ask.

"You ask a lot of questions." she states. "I don't like questions." Wow, she is very blunt.

"Just curious." I say while tearing my gaze away from her.

"Yes, well aren't we all. I could be asking you right now about your clear daddy issues but I chose to keep it to myself." she says in a nonchalant tone. Daddy issues? What the hell is she talking about? Does she know something? No, theres no way she would know anything. I haven't even told anyone. She takes a side glance at me and sees the confused expression on my face.

"Was I wrong? Is it mommy issues? Or maybe both?" Tris says while raising an eyebrow.

"Look, I don't know what you think you know but-" she cuts me off before I can finish my statement.

"I don't think I know anything. You have obviously been abandoned at some point in your life considering the way you are always so stiff and always on your guard as if a monster is going to pop out of a closet and eat you. Your were forced on your own and had to watch out for yourself. The fact that the 'I am a tough guy' mask is so well trained suggests a lot of practice therefore this must have happened at and early age. 6 maybe 7. Then the look in your eyes, like a child who's candy was stolen from them, suggests it was someone you were once close to or someone who should have been there for you but wasn't. Girlfriend was out of the question considering how young you were when it happened so the only option left was parent. Dad was just a guess because they seem most likely to disappoint. But then again, moms can be pretty cold hearted too." she says with a blank expression on her face. How the hell did she do that? I've known her for less than 24 hours and we have barely had a conversation.

I just stare at her with my mouth open not sure exactly what to say. She side glances at me for a second time and takes note, yet again, of my expression. She nods and faces forward again.

"So I'm going to take that as a yes to both your mom and dad. Interesting." she says. I search her face for pity but find none. She pretty much found out my entire childhood. Shouldn't she be looking at me like a kicked puppy? shouldn't she be running for the hills? There isn't one once of pity in her eyes either so she isn't concealing it. This just intrigues me more.

"How did you guess all that?" I say, slightly cautious knowing she doesn't like questions.

"When you have limited friends, you spend a lot of time alone. I tend to observe people in the time I find myself with no company. You can learn a lot just from actually paying attention to those around you. After years of it, you could say I gained quite the knack for being able to read people." she says. Tris stops in front of a door and faces us. "This is my dad's office. I'll be waiting out here for you guys to come out."

Zeke opens the door and walks in. We all follow and take a seat around the desk in the middle.

TRIS POV

The door shuts behind them and I walk to the opposite wall. I lean against it and slide down so I am sitting on the floor. I put my head against the wall and close my eyes.

I have no idea why I said that to Four. I know how much of a sensitive topic your past can be. I just don't have much of a filter and am used to saying whats on my mind. I feel kind of bad for voicing my suspicions like that but I was right. If anything, I know parent problems when I see them. I mean my mother left me and my father for another family, for god's sake! I just might have left that out when talking to Four.

Maybe I should talk to him about it? He has both mom and dad issues. I thought loosing my mom was bad. At least I have a loving dad. He doesn't have either. maybe we could help each other. But, no. Thats a crazy thought. It took enough courage to tell him the little tidbit about my childhood and that was just about having no friends. No way would I ever be able to talk about my mommy issues, as I call them. It was ridiculous to eve think I could. I haven't even told Matthew about any of this.

I pull out my headphones and MP3 player. I put the ear buds in and turn on the music. I spend the rest of the time listening to a combination of classic rock, the killers, and a little bit of alternative. Its all really old but I find it to be so much more appealing than the techno crap people call music today. They don't even have any real instruments, its all computer generated. Like, what the actual fuck?

When the doors open, my dad walks out with the rest of the group. I stand up and dust the dust off my pants.

"So, whats the plan?" I say to my dad.

"Your going to take them back to their rooms. They will be sleeping there until we figure out what we are going to do. Tomorrow we are having a meeting with the board to work out different situations. You have to make sure they are in the conference room at 12 tomorrow afternoon. Be home by 10, Beatrice." my dad says before walking off. I nod and wave goodbye to him. He waves back right before he turns the corner.

I turn around and start to walk away. I hear the group following me.

"So what are we doing until the meeting tomorrow?" Zeke asks.

"Were going to go pick Matthew up from work then figure out something to do." I say as I continue to walk while I try to think of some fun things to do that might scare the hell out of them.

I'm so sorry this took so long to update! I've been on vacation for the past week and I thought I would have time to write but it turns out I was either really busy or really tired. I know I've been a little MIA lately but now that I'm back in my own house (I've been traveling the past three weeks) I should be back to updating regularly. Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think in the reviews!

-Hockeycrazy7