A/N: Hey faithful initiates! Things are moving fast now! Well, they will me soon, if they aren't already! Hope you enjoy this chapter. I think it may be a little short, so sorry for that! :D

Disclaimer: DIVERGENT IS NOT MINE! Okay? Okay.

Chapter 5: Guns

I woke the next morning to someone banging the side of the door.

"Get up, initiates!" Four shouted. "Get dressed. Hurry up, you have two minutes!"

I groan, and roll out of bed. I stumble to my drawer and slide out of my sleep clothes and into my regular black clothes. I walk to the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth. I'm pulling my hair up, when I see Four leaning casually against the door.

"Haven't got all day, initiate." He says quietly.

"Four, I am the first one ready." I say, irritated. "Besides, you've got others to worry about."

I slide past him and walk up to Christina.

"Good, you're ready." I say. I take her arm and walk her out of the dormitory.

"Chris, I need a favor." I say.

"Um, okay?"

"Can you just watch out for me? Four's singling me out. And it's wired." I whisper. Christina laughs.

"You had it coming. Talking to Four like that yesterday!" She smirks. I see Four watching us. Christina sees me tense, and looks over her shoulder. She jumps and looks at me.

"Fine." She whispers. "I'll look out for you." I smile.

"Thanks, Christina." I say.

"Today, you are going to learn how to shoot a gun." Four says to us. "Everyone go get one!"

I walk over and pick up a gun. The weight of it feels dangerous. I've never held a gun before. I turn and see Four watching me. I look away and walk to my place quickly. Peter yawned and asked a question to Four. In response, Four walked over and pressed the front of his gun to Peter's forehead.

"Wake up, stupid head! You're holding a loaded gun. Act like it!" He was definitely different. Of course, I didn't feel the same either, and I haven't even been here a day. Let alone two years.

Four demonstrated how to shoot, hitting the center of the target every time.

Now we had to practice. I bent a little, balancing the gun on my shoulder I shoot, and miss the target completely. I flush with embarrassment, and reposition myself. I shoot again, and miss. This keeps happening.

"You know, satistically, you should have hit the target at least once by now," Will tells me with a smile. "Even just by accident."

I smile a little at him, embarrassed. "Guess I'm out of that statistic." I joke.

I bend, aim and fire. And miss. Again.

Behind me, I hear a sigh.

"You're never going to hit the target." Four says. "Not like that."

He repositions my gun. Then he places a hand on my back and a hand on my belly. "Straighten up, Stiff." He says, pulling my body straight. He smiles. "Gotta be stiff when you shoot. Then you won't be affected by the gun's kickback."

I frown a little. "Is that a joke?" I ask.

"Not really. If the nickname helps you remember…" he smiled, and for a second I saw Tobi laying on his bed smiling as I told him that I liked who he was. "Then by all means, use it." He finished.

I smiled. "Thank you, Four." I said, blushing. I knew I was going to have to tell him i knew him soon. I pulled the trigger. My bullet was almost the center of the target. I smiled.

"Thanks, Four." I said.

"I knew you could do it, Tris." He said.

He walked on to someone else, and I murmured. "Thanks, Tobi."

A/N: sorry if Four seems a little OOC. I originally imagined that he would pick on her more because he knew her (or thinks he does!) So he's not really, he's just trying to figure out who she is.