A/N I am so, so, incredibly sorry it has taken so long to write this chapter. I do have my usual (terrible) excuses though! First, for two weeks I was volunteering at an exhausting Girl Scout camp, which literally started an hour after I posted the previous chapter. Second, I have caught up on Doctor Who and have had almost nothing else on my mind since then. Third, as I said in a previous A/N, I'm moving over the summer. We've got a contract on a house, just need to hope it doesn't fall through, and then there'll be the actual moving.. So we're currently going through every room in the house and getting rid of all the crap. And the living room is ALL boxes. Fourth, about three weeks ago, my old computer decided to stop being able to load Google documents. And decided to not be able to load either. So I've had to write and post this on my phone, which I never like doing. Luckily, yesterday my new computer arrived, and all day today (that wasn't spent packing) was spent setting it up. So starting tomorrow, I will have a functional computer again! Actually, the reason you're getting this chapter now and not a hell of a lot later is because of.. the hero of the day, the RGP who left that 'please update' review. Sure, a lot of people don't appreciate them, but that review is what finally pushed me to get off my ass and write this chapter. Anyway, you didn't come here for my moaning, you came here for the new chapter. So here ya go! Hope you enjoy!

My fist stops inches away from Christina's jaw. "Alright, good! I think you've got the hang of it, Tris!" Uriah says from the side of our little imaginary sparring ring. I reach my hands back to my hair tie, shaking my hair out of its ponytail before retying it.

Christina glances over at Uriah. "Cake time?"

He grins. "Cake time," he confirms.

Christina grabs me by the elbow, dragging me over to the table where the apparently famous chocolate cake was. Already, there was a line built up. Uriah breezes past everyone, shouting, "Baker's privilege!" when they protest his cutting the line.

He comes out with three plates, a fat slice of chocolate cake on each one. Christina holds up a finger. "Hang on," she says, ducking into the crowd. She emerges a little later with three plastic forks. Sticking one fork in the middle of each cake slice, she hands one plate to me and grins, saying, "Enjoy."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a group of four people heading towards us. As they grow closer, I recognize Will, Shauna, Marlene, and Lynn. They reach us, and Will asks, "Tris having her first slice of cake?"

Uriah nods. "This should be good," Marlene says, grinning and making an exaggerated 'eager watching' face.

I slowly take a bite, watching with amusement as their faces get more and more excited. The instant the cake hits my tongue, I almost sigh as it melts in my mouth, tasting like the best chocolate cake I have ever had. "Well?" Shauna asks. I notice Lynn standing off to the side with an apparently bored expression, but her eyes are still watching me carefully, gauging my reaction.

"It's.." I begin, dragging it out as long as humanly possible so I can just watch them agonize over not knowing my answer. Uriah even starts a drumroll, banging his hands against the ground. Marlene and Christina join in, until I raise my hand in a 'Silence!' position. "It's AMAZING! Best cake I've ever had."

Uriah lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief at my statement, saying, "Glad to see the new blood still like our cake. We've still got our touch!" We all laugh loudly at his over-dramatic statement.

"Shit, how the hell did it get so late?" I faintly hear from somewhere behind me. I glance at my watch, whistling in surprise. "Wow, it's already seven?!" A chorus of 'damn's and 'holy shit's go up around me. "We normally end at seven fifteen, and the last fifteen we normally do nothing but wait to be picked up," Christina says to me.

"Also, text whoever's picking you up," Marlene adds.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, texting my mom and dad, 'Pickup in 15 mins," letting them lick who would come get me. Then, it strikes me that I don't know the address. Turning to Christina, I ask, "Hey, what's the address?" She answers, and I write it down, sending it to my parents.

Five minutes - and many slices of cake - later, Four opens up the door we came in by, and we all flood out. He locks up the door behind us, and the seniors and juniors who have their own cars get ready to jog back to the school while the rest of us wait around. A few people continue throwing practice punches at each other while they wait for their rides to come.

Christina nudges me with her elbow. "So what's goin' on between you and Four?"

"Huh?" I say, turning to her. "Wha-nothing's 'goin on' between us."

She raises an eyebrow, unbelieving. "Come on, have you not seen the way he looks at you?"

I raise my eyebrow right back at her. "Now why on earth would he do that? See, you? You're pretty. Me? Not at all."

She rolls her eyes at me. "You're just being hard on yourself. What guy wouldn't like you?" I still look skeptical and unsure, so she pushes, "Come on, there had to be at least one guy."

"Weeelll.." I start, dragging out the 'well' as long as humanly possible. Christina is fitting her part perfectly, looking as eager as a puppy about to play fetch. She nods encouragingly, and I continue, "There was this one guy." She motions for me to tell more, and I just go along with her. Sure, I'm not used to being grilled like this, but I also never really had any friends before now, or at least never any friends close enough to me to demand details on boys. "Tobias, his name was. Really short hair, and these great blue eyes, and he was really nice. He actually.. he, uh.. he-was-my-first-and-only-kiss." I say the last sentence rapidly, almost not wanting, but at the same time eager, to say it.

Christina's eyes widened, as she grinned so wide I could see her back teeth. "How old were you two?"

"I was fourteen, he was sixteen. He was actually gonna turn seventeen in a few weeks, I think."

Christina's eyes got sad. "Why do you say 'was'?"

"I never saw him again. He ran away from home that night. He was never found."

"Oh my god, Tris! That's awful!" Christina exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "I am so sorry I asked."

I shake my head, standing stiffly in her embrace. "No, don't be sorry. To tell you the truth, you're the only person who knows about this, besides Tobias, if he's out there somewhere. It feels good to have someone else know besides me." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Four's cold blue eyes watching us. It makes me think back to when the ice in his eyes melted, ever so slightly. When he repeated the words Tobias always used as a goodbye. How did he know those words? How did he know my full name?

My phone buzzed in my pocket, making me jump slightly in shock before pulling it out. 'Get in the car already!' the text read, and I looked up to see my father's car at the curb, its owner looking impatiently at me. I laugh, say goodbye to my friends, and climb in the front seat. "We also have to go get Caleb from the library. Honestly, why you two are doing these after-school programs is beyond me," he says, pulling away and driving in the direction of the local library. We stop in front of the main entrance, and after my dad texts him, Caleb comes out of the front door, a grin in his face, holding multiple thick books in his arms. He shoots me a dirty look for taking the front seat as he sits in the back.

A/N And the plot thickens.. not. Sorry that chapter was so incredibly short, but, ya know, *points up* those reasons. I just want to say, thank you so much to my readers and reviewers, you keep reading even when I do have a ridiculously long gap between chapters, and you are the absolute best. (Though it's not quite six months. Like my Rebels fic.) I really, really hope you enjoyed this chapter, please leave a review letting me know what you thought of it!