A/N Yay! New chapter!
I have no school tomorrow *gasp*, which means more time for writing, and therefore more chapters and updates!
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Disclaimer: all rights to the woman-I-love-for-creating-my-OTP-but-the-woman-I-hate-for-destroying-my-OTP, Veronica Roth.

Four POV

I feel uncomfortable and attacked. All the girls are staring at me and giggling whilst I demonstrate, not really paying attention to the moves.

I glance at Tris. She rolls her eyes and looks away. Part of me is relieved that she's different, whilst another is disappointed that she's not interested. I catch her glance, and find myself staring at her stormy blue-grey eyes. She stares right back.
"Four!" Coach Amar whispers, looking annoyed. "Continue!"
I realise my movements have faltered. I shake my head - what is Tris doing to me? I can't like her. I've only known her for one day, but already she dominates my thoughts, even when she's not with me.
Coach Amar begins pairing us up. I notice he's paired Tris with Lauren, almost as if he's looking to see what Tris can do - or wanting to see how much she can take before she breaks. I can't deny it, no matter how much I want to - I'm worried. Tris is petite and slim, whilst Lauren is taller and chunkier. I don't want to watch.
They shake hands. Lauren whispers something in her ear. I catch the words "Stay away," and "Four." When will she realise? I would never get together with Lauren, ever. Tris shoots a scathing look at her and says in an audible whisper, "Oh yeah? Says who?"
What is she talking about?
Tris lifts her chin, determination crossing her small face.
"Fight!"
I can't help myself. I look at Lauren, then at Tris, then at Lauren again, who's now moving towards Tris. I bite my lip. Lauren swings a crazy punch. Tris ducks and jabs at Lauren's torso, making her fall back. Tris punches Lauren in the jaw. Hard. Lauren's now rolling around.
I'm shocked. My jaw falls open. Tris looks over and smirks.
She kneels by Lauren and whispers in her ear. This inspires her and Lauren gets up. I shake my head, disgusted. Why doesn't Lauren just concede? Tris knocked her down with two punches in five seconds. I hear a groan. I realise Tris launched a very powerful roundhouse kick, judging by her stance, and has knocked Lauren down. Again.
Tris almost imperceptibly raises her eyebrows at the coach, sending a silent message. He shakes his head slightly, replying.
Tris hops off the mat. Lauren comes up again, and I begin to open my mouth, about to warn Tris, but she doesn't even look back, launching an explosive back kick. I can't find any words. She's amazing. This just makes me like her even more.
Wait, I like her?

Tris POV

I smirk at Four, whose jaw is open. I march over and shut it, then join Christina. "Molly looks furious," she whispers. "What did you say to her?"
I laugh. "Is that her name? I said that her Queen Lauren was just a crap fighter and that's why I won."
"You're amazing," she says reverently.
"That tends to happen when you're a third-dan black belt and you've been training for most of your life."
We turn to watch the next fight. It's Four against somebody named Eric. I don't like the look of Eric, with his greasy hair and piercings.
The whistle blows.
Four waits, standing on the mat. Eric runs towards Four and swings at him. Four ducks and slams a fist into Eric's jaw, but Eric doesn't fall, instead landing a kick on Four's stomach. I'm worried now. Eric's good, almost as good as Four. I bite my knuckles. Why am I worried? I can't like Four.
Four falls down. Eric is immediately on top of him, punching him over and over again. I can't take this much longer.
I march over to Coach Amar. "You're really going to let this continue?" I demand.
"Why don't you go in there and break it up, then?" he smirks.
"I think I will."
He open his mouth as if to stop me, but it's too late. I walk behind Eric and sweep his legs off the floor with a kick. He moans and lands on the mat. When he realises that I stopped him, his eyes widen in anger and he starts towards me. I counter-attack his kick and punch him where the sun don't shine.
"How... did... you...do...that?" wheezes Four, holding his bleeding nose.
"I'm a third-dan black belt," I laugh, pulling him up. I look at Eric's body with disapproval. Only somebody really weak would exploit their opponent's fall in a 'friendly' fight.
"Let's get you to the nurse."

sorry for breaking the page, I'm just too clumsy...

Four POV

Tris sits beside me, texting on her phone. I keep on looking back at her in amazement. She was so strong, when she was fighting Eric, so determined, fire in those eyes. The opposite of the meek and embarrassed girl I saw this morning. I can't stop myself from it - I like her. I like how she stands up against cruelty, I like how she's different to all the others and doesn't throw herself at me.
She can't like me back - not a beautiful, special girl like her.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asks, looking back with large doe eyes.
I grin. "Nothing."
"Tell me!" she whines, nudging my arm. "Have I got something on my face or what?"
I can't tell her that it's because I'm mesmerised by her quiet beauty.
Quick, quick. Excuse! Think of an excuse!

I stutter. "Erm..."
She interrupts me. "I just got a text from Uriah. Apparently there's going to be a party at his house, and he invited both of us. Do you want to go?"
I'm relieved that there's a distraction. Thank you, Uriah. "OK! It should be fun." She smiles at me. I have to catch my breath. Her smile is so breathtaking and genuine. I can't help it.
I think I'm falling for her.

Scrap that.

I'm already gone.

A/N You could cut through that sexual tension like cheese. There will be FourTris later, don't worry, it's just I want it to be a slow-burner. To be honest, I think it would their relationship would be so much better if they got to know each other first rather than if they saw each other and became romantically related within a few days. Patience, grasshopper...

I'm going to try and get the next update up tomorrow.

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