Christina POV

"Man, what's up with Six?" asks a Dauntless-born initiate. His name is Derek, he's nice enough, but he gets on my nerves. No one understands why, and to be honest, neither do I. He just does. Maybe it's just me, but hey, I'm not forcing anyone to be annoyed by him, too.

"Maybe she's on her time of month," suggests Elaine. Why did I sit at this table? I don't like any of the Dauntless-born initiates.

"She's not," I snap. "But," I mumble, "I do wonder what's up with her,"

I walk over to Tris and drag her over to her apartment. I don't think she'll be very comfortable in my apartment after walking in on me and Will having a bit of fun before Candor or Dauntless. God, I was so drunk.

"What do you want, Chrissy?"

Oh, ho ho, she was definitely pissed. She never called me Chrissy unless she was really upset about something. I look at her,

"What's up, Tris? You've been like this since training ended,"

"I'm just annoyed," she replies. I'm amused.

"Why?"

"Those stupid- freaking- idiots," she goes on to call them a couple of obscene names.

"Why? What did they do?"

"I gave them an exercise, and they took it like a joke!"

I smirk and ask what they did.

"A guy just asked me out. That was it, I told them to write down three possible strategies to combat a formation, but this guy just stole the paper and asked me out. All of the other Candor's found it fu**ing hilarious!"

"How are you going to punish them tomorrow?"

"Laps," she answers. "Lots and lots of laps," I don't know what laps are, but given Tris's mood, and the way she shows people things, I really did not want to ask. "Not today, of course. I'll make them do it tomorrow, when they're sore and stiff all over,"

Maybe Elaine wasn't that far off with her guess. Tris's cycle was never the most constant thing, especially since she started to fill out. Even her face looked better. Her eyes and nose, once too big for her face, now were just the right size. Now, I could go for more than just noticeable, I could push her looks to striking! Four was always confused whether he should feel grateful to me, or angry. Those days that I make Tris look nice are always the days that she gets asked out the most. I always laugh when that happens. I shake my head and talk to Tris some more. We eventually get to the topic of the new tradition Eric was starting this year.

"What do you think of the Celebratory Dance?" I ask her. Tris makes a face and shakes her head.

"I hate the idea of if; why would we want to celebrate their initiation process? Remember how horrible it was for us?"

I shudder and agree with door opens. In walks Four. I look at the time. It was almost eight. I glance at Tris and stand up to leave. Tris just sits there and says bye.

As I leave, I grab Four on the shoulder to stop him. His muscles twitch under my hand.

"Don't mention training right now, she's pretty pissed," I hiss the warning under my breath, barely pausing to say this. To most people, it would've looked like we were just walking by each other in the hallway. But Tris wasn't just anyone, I had to hope she didn't notice our little exchange. I sigh and leave, heading over to my apartment, where Will was right now. I was in the mood for some fun.

Four POV

I go sit by Tris, who is facing away from me. I start giving her a massage.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," she says back. She moans and rolls her head back. "That feels so good, you don't even know,"

I wince. It sounded like she had a bad day, and I was about to make it worse. Tris noticed my wince. she spins around, and I move my hands down to my lap.

"What's wrong? Did you have a bad day, too?"

I love her selfless side so much. I love all of her sides, including her Dauntless side, and definitely her Divergent side. I hope she'll be selfless for a couple more minutes.

"I'm leaving," I finally manage to choke out. Tris looks shocked. I reach out my hand, about to comfort her, but she just stands up, tears in her eyes. Her fists are balled at her sides. I never thought her reaction to me going on another trip to Erudite would be so bad. Maybe she was on her time of month?

"Fine!" her voice is marbled by the sobs stuck in her throat. What was up with her? "If you want to break up with me, FINE!" Tris grabs a jacket- it was actually mine, but right now I don't care because I love her and she's leaving because she though I was leaving her. This is confusing, a big misunderstanding. It was just because I said it in a weird way after a stressful day for her, when Tris wasn't thinking straight. I should've said

"I'm going to Erudite for a couple of weeks, don't worry, I'll be back,"

But I didn't. She left instead. What had I done?