Tris POV

It's been a week since I last saw To- no. I will not call him that anymore. He is Four to me again, my strict initiate trainer counterpart who just-so-happens to not be here. I asked about him a couple of days ago. Eric said he went to Erudite the day after he broke up with me. I try to keep him out of my mind for the most part, but I still cry silently at night. I loved him. Love him. I thought he loved me. I don't even remember what he said, I just remember understanding that he was breaking up with me. I don't know what to do. Chris invited me to stay at her place, she even kicked Will out. I spoke to Eric about it, and, although reluctantly, he agreed to let me bunk with Chris instead of with the initiates.

Christina thinks that the best way for me to get over Four is by looking my best and acting like I don't care. So, I try to do just that. I let Chris get me ready every morning, and I act in the exact same way that I normally would've before Four left. Well, almost exactly. My initiates have gotten used to my red-rimmed eyes in the mornings.

Eventually, I hope that Jarrod will stop asking me out, but Chris says that it is a good thing that guys are asking me out already. Not if it's Jarrod. I think. I get training started. They're already on their mental training, so I would have had to do both the Dauntless-born initiates, and the transfers anyway. Four's absence is not that big of a deal- to the initiates.

I sigh as Jarrod goes under. He's the last one, then I'm good for the day. I watch his simulation. Damn, he has a lot of fears, and a lot of them are useless- like the fear of plastic utensils? What is he, a five year old? I take that back, even five year olds aren't afraid of plastic forks. He's already at twenty when it happens. I think I'm seeing things, but no, it's really happening. There, in his fear simulation- it's me! I try to not let it trouble me, but I can't help but to see what scares him.

I am standing there in my normal clothes, black skinny jeans, a black tank top, and black sneakers. But, there glimmering on my ears are my new studs. I smile at how I look. Then, there is Jarrod. But, he's not wearing any clothes, and he looks crazy. Simulation me stalks over to simulation Jarrod. He starts to kiss my neck and starts to undress me. Then Simulation Jarrod goes from first base all the way to a home run. With me. I'm disgusted.

After thirteen more fears- how pathetic, he had thirty-three fears!- Jarrod finally beat all his fears. I don't talk to him, I just send the video to the Erudite compound. I watch Jarrod as he shivers uncontrollably in the chair for a minute, and as I do so, I think of my first time. That leads me to think of Tob- no. I can't call him that. Like I was saying, this leads me to think about Four. I scowl.

I calm Jarrod down. He doesn't look at me. Then I head over to Chris's house. Her shift at the shop isn't done yet, so I just hang out for a while, lounging on the couch and filling out paperwork that Four should've been doing. There's a knock at the door. I stand up and walk over to the door, trusting that my hair is perfect.

Christina had been feeling especially girly this morning, so I was wearing my hair half up and half down. She put some black eyeliner around my eyes and put gray eye shadow on my lids. A little light red lip gloss covered my lips, and Chris forced me into a black dress. The skirt went halfway down my thighs, showing off my toned legs. I don't care though, it's not like I like anyone.

I open the door and immediately shut the door in the person's face. It was Jarrod. I hate Jarrod. He is probably the only person who makes me cringe anymore. Eric wasn't that big of a deal to me anymore, not after I kneed him in the groin that one time I got mad. But Jarrod…I shudder and compose myself. I bring myself to open the door again.

"Yes?" I say harshly, hoping he'll get the hint that I don't want him there. But he doesn't notice, he's just standing there with his jaw on the floor, staring at my chest. I don't know why. I still tied up my chest in the morning. Christina just barely talked me into tying it a bit looser than usual. My chest still doesn't look that big, though. Maybe an A cup, so why is Jarrod staring at me like that?

I snap my fingers under his nose and glare at him, a real glare, not those weak mean looks I had been giving the initiates up until then. Jarrod winces and shrinks back a bit. I almost smile, but I hadn't smiled since Four left me. I scowl instead.

"Well?" I'm impatient; I don't want to talk to him at all. Wait, how did he know where I was staying? I ignore the question for now.

"W-wuh? O-oh! I was wondering…" NO! No, please Jarrod, don't be stupid and ask that again. I might just loose it and get fired from being an initiate trainer for punching an initiate. Forget punching, if Jarrod is about to ask what I think he's going to ask, I'll pound him, pummel him. I might even kill him.

"What were you wondering?" I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Could you forget about today? In the fear simulation? Just, like, forget about it?"

I scowl,

"Why would I do that? I don't know what that was all about, but I definitely can't forget about it, I have a boy-" I stop myself from saying boyfriend, I can't say it now, I guess. He's my ex. I never wanted him to be my ex. I wanted to live with him forever, I still do; I love him. Gag, when did I get this mushy?

"Wait, did you break up with your boyfriend?"

"That is none of your business, but there is something that is my business that I want to know about. Why was I in your fear simulation in… that sort of way?" I demand.

"I-I don't know, maybe it's because I-I-"

I was going to wait, and for anyone else I would've waited, but people have different levels of patience with people they hate. I snap,

"Tell me now,"

"I'm afraid that I won't have enough self control!" he blurts out. I think about his simulation. That did not seem like a test of self control. I hate liars. He continues,

"I love you, Six! And I'm afraid that one day we'll be like that and I won't be able to stop myself. Please, forget about it, I'll work on that fear!"

I make a face. The muscles in my arm twitch. I want to punch him. I'm about to when I hear a voice I'm relieved to hear.

"Tri-Six! Stop!" Christina shouts. She runs up the steps that lead to the door and puts her hand on mine. I calm down a bit, until Jarrod speaks again, too soon.

"Tri? Is that the first part of your real name? Wait, is Six just a nickname? Is your real name… I can only think of one, I figured out your real name! Don't worry, Trianna, I'll only use your real name… actually, I'll use it as often as I want, people will then know that you belong to me. Don't worry, future girlfriend, I'll make sure no other guy bothers you, okay?"

Before I can say anything or react in any way, the over-excited Jarrod runs away, probably- hopefully- to the initiates' dorm. I exchange glances with Chris, and she just says,

"What did I miss?"

"Who cares about that, what have you done?" I say. I go back inside and Christina follows. We talk about the fiasco that happened outside with Jarrod for a while. She complains to me about her job at the store for a while, then I let her do whatever she wants to me to make her feel better. I really hate my selfless side sometimes. Tobias loves it. Tobias loved it. Four shouldn't care about it.

Christina seems to notice my sad mood, and after she's done getting me to look all 'deliciously gorgeous enough to fu**' as she puts it, we go out to get some drinks so I can forget about my problems for a while. I really don't know how I look, and I don't care. I bet that my face is all red from all the eyebrow tweezing Chris did on me.

All I know is that I had to change into a tight black dress that barely goes past my ass and it has a flat top, I think Chris called it a tube dress or something. It clings to my curves. I was forced out of my bandages because Christina says it 'ruins the image of the dress,' so I show all my curves for the first time in like, forever. I don't care though. The only reason I was even mildly happy about them before was because of Tobias. But now he's Four, and I shouldn't care.

"Come on, Tris, now you help me!"

I try to do my best for her hair, and it ends up looking decent. Her dark hair had grown out a bit, a little past her shoulders, so I put it in something I just learned how to do. I fish tailed her hair down her back. It looked a bit messy, but with her look, it seemed perfect.

She was wearing tight black jeans, which I wish I was wearing, and a tight table-top shirt on top with studs on the pieces of fabric that go down her arms. I decorated her hair with some studs, too. It fits. She wears black high heels, also with studs on them. Luckily, I was able to talk Chris out of making me wear high heels. Instead, I wear leather boots that cover until just above my ankles. I'm happy to cover some of my legs, even if it's only my ankles. I wish I could add that amount of fabric to my dress. It might ride up and then what will happen? What if someone I know happens to be there? What if Four was there? I shake my head and put on a leather jacket. Both me and Chris wear one of these.

We walk into the bar and I immediately smell the scents of alcohol and sweat. I think I might come to love the mix of these smells. We sit at the bar and order some drinks. I order something light, but Chris immediately goes for the big stuff, getting completely drunk after a couple of gulps.

I watch her hobble over to the dance floor with an amused smile on my face. I continue to tackle my drink small sip by small sip. I raise my eyebrows at some of the things some of the people here do. I notice someone walking over to me. He's probably another drunk guy here to ask me out, the girls gave up a while ago. I ignore the new man. I can see him checking me out, his eyes roam up and down my body, but I don't give him a look. But when he speaks, I start, almost dropping my drink. I look over. It's Four.

Four POV

I get back from Erudite earlier than expected. My first instinct is to see Tris, but I want to get drunk first so that I have the nerve to even talk to her. I walk into the bar, and the first thing I notice is Christina. She's acting all wild, dancing all over the place, screaming random stuff I don't pay attention to. But, no one is looking at her. That wouldn't be weird, but it is weird because everyone is looking in one direction. Well, most of the people are looking over there. All of the guys, even a few girls. In the corner there is a cluster of sad or disappointed looking people. What? This is a Dauntless bar, everyone is supposed to be wild and crazy and mindless. What was going on?

I shove my way past everyone and see what all of the men were looking at. My blood starts to boil. There, innocently sitting there, occasionally sipping her vodka is Tris. A hot Tris. All her secret curves are unbound, and everyone can see them. I felt special before, that I was one of the only people to see the real her.

But now, everyone in the bar can see her, almost all of her. Her hair is pulled away from her face, but her bangs are stubborn, like her, and slightly frame her face, but that exposes even more skin than what was already out in the open. Diamonds glitter from her ears, I'm glad she got her ears pierced, they make her look bad-ass, but beautiful at the same time. Her neck looks long and pale, and so do her legs. Her face is even more beautiful than it usually is, with light gray makeup making her eyes look striking, like bolts of lightning. Her lips are red, but not too red. I just want to go over there and kiss her senseless.

I walk over to her, but she doesn't even look at me. I get mad, was she used to this? Who else walked over to her? And for what? I suddenly understand why there are disappointed men and women in the corner over to my left. Women asked Tris out? I sit there next to Tris for a minute, looking her over. Her chest looks much bigger than anyone ever would've guessed one year ago. She's taller, too, and her dress shows off that most of her height is in her legs. It's so short. But, the main thing I notice is that she's not happy. She looks sad and bored.

A lump forms in my throat when I realize that I was the one to cause this. If I had worded my departure differently, she wouldn't be here now, wearing that, looking like that. I get ticked off. I swallow,

"Hey, Tris," my voice comes out harder than I meant it to. Or did it? Maybe I wanted it to sound this harsh.

Tris jumps in her seat, her chest bouncing with her, and her drink almost falls from her hands. The men watching her give me appreciative smiles. I glare at them, and feel disgusted that I did something to make those nasty pigs happy.

"O-Oh, hey, Tob- Four,"

It stung. I have to admit that it stung when she called me Four, even though she called me that all the time when I was training the initiates with her. I sigh and drag Tris outside with me, tired of the hungry looks from all those men directed at Tris. At my Tris. Who knows how long they had been looking at her like that, and who know how long my naïve Tris didn't notice.

I lead her to the alley outside the bar, off to the side. She tried to resist me for a while, but gave up when we made it out of the bar. I turn to her.

"What do you think your wearing?" I snap at her. She seems to get mad. She rips her arm out of my hold, and my hand suddenly feels cold and numb. I want to touch her again.

"What do I think I'm wearing? I think I'm wearing what I have to to get over my ex-boyfriend,"

That hurts more than her calling me Four in the bar. I take her hands in mine firmly, ignoring her attempts to free herself. I stare at her and she eventually stares straight into my eyes. Whenever she wears that intense makeup and looks at me like that, I feel like she's looking into my soul. I shudder, only slightly, but Tris notices, I can tell that she does. For once, I wish I was right about her being able to look into my soul. Then she would know how much she means to me, how much I love her, and that I never broke up with her. I wish I wish I wish.

"What ex-boyfriend?" I ask, but my voice is barely above a whisper. Tris looks at me longingly, hopefully, but then she breaks away from our stare. I suddenly feel empty inside. She shakes her head and looks down. She looks up and I see tears starting to form in her eyes. I want to take those tears away from her, she deserves to be happy.

"I heard you, Four, and I understood. I may not be able to remember exactly what you said, but I remember what it meant. You broke up with me, why do you care what I wear in a bar?"

"No, you were just stressed after a long day and heard me wrong, I just said, 'I'm leaving,' but it might've sounded like I was leaving you. I was just going to Erudite, for business. Tris, you have to believe me, I did not break up with you," I might sound like I was just speaking animatedly, but Tris knew that I was practically begging.

Tris looks distressed for a minute and I want- no, I need her to believe me. Just as she's about to say something, Christina stumbles out of the bar, giggling crazily. I stare in disbelieve as she staggers over to us. my shoulders slump. She looks at me and glares, but then sees Tris and smiles. She pries Tris away from me, sticking out a tongue to make me feel bad. Tris looks behind her shoulder, a sad look on her face, but I know she's saying that we'll have to talk later. Thing is, though, I don't want to. I want to know now. I stand there hopelessly, alone in an empty alley beside a bar. I sigh and give in to my fate of waiting a night to find out Tris's reply to what I said. I stare after her for a while, until I can't see her figure anymore. Then I walk into the bar, only to be greeted by a bunch of angry men. The women who were looking at Tris earlier now resided in the Helpless Corner. I ignore the women and get back to the problem at hand: a bunch of angry men in a bar. Oh God, this was probably going to be the worst night of my life.

So, does anyone have any preference for any sub-plots in the story? Or any drama? Or do all of you just want to find out who wins out of the initiates? Give me ideas and I'll try to add it into the story somehow.