A/N So last chapter, we found out Tris' story, and what she wanted to leave behind... this chapter is going to include Four's POV *ooh* and, and, and (don't let your head explode) there might be some FourTris fluff! Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
me: *in a patient voice* Uriah, if you say that I don't own anything, I'll give you my Dauntless cake.
Uriah: really?!
me: yes. NOW SAY IT!
Uriah: She doesn't own anything!
me: sorry, Uriah. I ate all of my cake whilst you were saying it. *smirks*
Uriah:
Uriah:
*wrestling match ensues*

Four POV

"HEY!" Tris yells. Is this what she's planning to do to help me?
"In case you hadn't realised, poor Four is being overwhelmed by you SLUTS! So move away and let him sit down and breathe!"
I can't help it - I smile. This is the girl I've fallen for.
I can hear the insults being thrown at Tris.
"She's just an attention grabbing whore."
Tris hears. Her eyes widen, and all of sudden she's rocking on her heels in the chair, back and forth, back and forth. Everyone stops short and stares at her. She screams into her knees, crying, sobbing. I hurt for her. It's cheesy, but I do.
I move over and kneel in front of her.
"Tris. Tris! Look at me!" I say, desperately. She pauses for a moment, and I feel relieved, but the muffled screaming starts up again. I feel like crying myself. How can this happen to me? I used to be hard, submissive of everyone round me except my group of friends. But Tris has opened me up.
I shake my head. Tris is still rocking back and forth. I'm going to try again.
"Tris!" I say, searching for a reply. She looks up, her beautiful blue-grey eyes troubled. I swallow a lump that rises in my throat at seeing her in pain. I hand her a tissue.
"Come on. Here." I delve into my pocket and hand her a tissue. She sees it and looks like she's amused for a split second, but then she nods and takes it.
"Hey. Hey," I add, slipping an arm around her shoulders, because I'm stupid to think she's ever be interested, and it feels right, and I'm stupid...
Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"It's OK. We can talk about it when I come over," I add. As soon as I say it, I mentally slap myself. Tris is having a mental breakdown and all I can think about is going over to hers? She nods and presses her face into my chest, dampening my shirt slightly.

She drags in a deep breath and sits up straight, wiping her eyes. I'm amazed by her strength. Her face is dry, her eyes open wide.

"Do I look like I've been crying?"
"No, Tris. You look tough as nails."

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The bell rings. Tris grabs my arm. "What time do you want to come over?" she asks.
I'm almost surprised. After what happened in Music, I would have thought Tris wanted some time on her own.

"Around 5?" I venture.
"OK," she says, smiling.

5 pm can't come soon enough.

Tris POV

I begin my journey home, walking down the street and taking a right. Four occupies my mind, my thoughts. I didn't feel bad crying in front of him, and that's a first. I'm usually very wary of letting anything out in front of others, but Four has broken down my walls and destroyed them.

I open the door, yelling out, "Anybody home?" I am met with stony silence. Mum's never home. She's a charity worker and is currently in Africa, whilst Dad is a high up government worker. Their jobs mean that we are well-off and have no economical problems, but it also means that Caleb, who is my brother, and I, almost never get to see them. Caleb is probably at a club. He's a geek - let me just say it. He holes himself up in his room with his books and studies. He doesn't socialise and his only friends he communicates with via online messengers. He doesn't have a social life.
I can't talk, though.
I change into something more suitable, and brush my hair, letting it loose. It's 4 pm, which means I still have one hour before Four comes.

I begin my homework, and around ten minutes into English, my phone buzzes.
Hey, it's Christina :) I got your number from Four
I frown, and then remember that I wrote down my number as well as my address on Four's hand.
Oh, hi! What's up?
Nothing much. I just wondered when you were free to go shopping for a dress for the party in two days ;)
I groan. I had forgotten about the torture Christina was determined to drag me into.
I'm free after school tomorrow?
Good :) I'll see you then?
Sure!
OK! I'll leave you with Foouuurrr, Trissy-poo! I want details tomorrow!
UGH! BYE!

The doorbell rings. I look at my clock, surprised, and realise I spent longer than I should have talking to Christina. I look anxiously at the mirror, then shake my head. I never care about my appearance, so why do I with Four?
I open the door and smile at the sight of Four standing, hands shoved in pockets, looking down. He looks up and the most adorable, wide smile covers his face, making me grin even more.
"Hi," I say nervously.
"Hey, Tris," he replies, flashing me a smirk that makes my knees feel weak.
"Come in," I say, holding the door open.
He smiles at me one last time and steps into my house.

A/N I'M SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YESTERDAY IT'S JUST THAT the website went wrong and there was no server so I couldn't get to my Doc Manager and update…

Anyway, how was that?

There will be more fluff in the next chapter, and I'm sorry this one is so short, I cut it down for the sake of this getting out on time...

Tysm for all the reviews and faves and follows, they really do light up my day ^^

Have a good week!

~Joanna