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I pushed Mai against the wall and kissed her. I have no idea where the courage came from, but it had worked. I was kissing Mai. I still had her pressed against the wall, my lips on hers. She had one hand around my neck, pulling my closer, and her other was trapped against the wall. Not that she really noticed. I had one hand around her waist and the other tangled in her hair - her ponytail had become loose during the fight. After a few minutes we had to stop, breathless.

"Wow..." She breathed. "That was unexpected."

"I know," I gave a small smile. Other than that I was speechless.

"I'm still mad at you." Mai said sternly, ruining the effect by giggling.

"What for again?" I teased. "Was it for... this?" And I started to tickle her relentlessly.

"S-stop," she squirmed around, trying to free herself from my grasp.

"No way, this is way too much fun." I laughed. Try as she may, Mai couldn't escape my torture or resist the giggles bubbling up on her lips.

"P-please." She begged. "I'll do," she hiccupped. "A-anything."

"Okay," I said easing up. "Kiss me again."

. . .

When we were finished with our little 'make out' session, we went to find Andrew so Mai could apologize to him.

"I feel so bad that it had to be him." Mai fretted as we walked down to the dining hall, where we were sure that we would find Andrew and Tobias, seeing as it was dinner time.

I scanned the room, before spotting them at the very edge of the room, chewing thoughtfully on burgers. "There," I pointed them out to Mai. I watched, amused, as she skipped over to them, and I followed Mai closely. Well, it was hard not to, my footsteps were worth about two of hers.

"Hi Andrew, hi Tobias." Mai walked up to them solemnly.

"We saved you seats." Tobias pointed out. One seat beside Andrew, the other beside him. Mai took the seat beside Tobias, and I walked around to the other side to sit beside Andrew.

"Are you okay now Andrew?" Mai asked, looking at Andrew from across the table. "I didn't mean to hurt you..." She trailed off, knowing that she had. "Well, that bad anyway."

Tobias laughed. "He's okay now Mai, only his ego is bruised. He is now known as the guy who got beaten up by an Amity."

"Oh God, I am so, so, so sorry Andrew." Mai frowned, angry at herself.

"It's okay," Andrew spoke at last. "If it weren't me, it would have been you. Besides you have some very... interesting techniques in how you fight." He gave a small smile.

"That she does." Max, the Dauntless leader, was once again behind Mai. She jumped a little, and her shoulders grew tense. "Amar was telling me about your little fight and I must say, I am very proud." He grinned, but it didn't look at all nice or welcoming. "Keep up the hard work." He touched her shoulder lightly and walked away. Mai looked as if she was about to throw up. I let out a breath, not realising, that I too had been tense.

"What is it with him and coming up to you?" Tobias growled, glaring in Max's direction at the same time that I had asked if Mai was okay.

"I - I'm gonna go." Mai took a shaky breath, standing up. "See you guys later." Her hands were shaking, I knew something was up automatically.

"What's wrong with her?" Andrew asked, worry for his friend evident in his eyes.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." I said, standing up.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Tobias asked.

"No, I'm good. I'll catch you later." And then I left, Andrew and Tobias staring at my back as I walked away, confused.

. . .

"Mai?" I called softly. "Mai, are you here?" I entered the training room, almost positive that I'd find her here, working up a sweat. Find her I did, but there was no working out whatsoever.

"Mai?"

"Go away." She sniffed. Why was she crying?

"Mai, are you okay?" I asked, walking nearer to her, until I was just behind her. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying." She snapped at me. Her red eyes told me otherwise.

"Yes, you are. Now are you going to tell me what's wrong or not." I answered, sitting down on the ground next to her.

"I-it's just..." she sniffed. "I, uh, hurt Andrew. And Max said it was good." She answered bitterly. "He was proud, and anything that makes Max proud is a bad thing." She looked away. "I'm an Amity, I'm not supposed to hurt people..."

"That," I said looking at her coldly. "Is the lamest excuse I have ever heard in all my life."

"Excuse me?" She turned to face me.

"Mai, I know for a fact that you are not an ordinary Amity damsel in distress. You can fight and shoot a gun, and you enjoy it. If hurting people was your problem, you would have had a mental breakdown in the ring today, but it isn't. You felt guilty yeah, because Andrew is your friend, but nothing else. You were perfectly fine until Max came up to us." I told her.

"Maybe because when Max said it was good, I realised that it was bad." Mai was sticking to her story.

"You and I both know that that isn't the reason you ran off and came in here, crying."

There was a short silence.

"What business is it of yours anyway?" Mai asked angrily.

"Well I think it is my business if something makes my girlfriend cry." She quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Girlfriend? I don't recall you asking me to be your girlfriend." Mai said, rolling her eyes. "Boys... so presumptuous."

"Why bother asking when I know the answer?" I grinned arrogantly.

"Yes why..." She murmured sarcastically. "You know, you have to take me out on a date before I'll agree to be your girlfriend."

"That can be arranged." I mumbled, a silly grin plastered on my face.

"Good." She stood up and started to walk out of the room. "Night Eric."

"Night Mai." I grinned foolishly at her until she was out the door... and then I realised that she had managed to squirm herself out of the awkward situation of someone or something making her cry.

Damn that girl.