A/n Shoutout to Sammei1998 for getting me off my butt to write this story. Thanks!

Four POV:

"Lighten up, Four," Zeke says to me. "Homecoming's tonight, and we'll do fine."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"What else is there to worry about? You'll most likely win Homecoming King."

"I didn't even run for it."

"Fine; forget it. But seriously, what else is there to worry about? Tris? She's yours, dude. Al is dead, and that's sad, but true. Tris is all yours."

"That's still not it."

"Well," he says, pulling out his wallet. "We're taking a detour."

I read the sign of the coffee drive thru that we pull up to. "Hot and Sexy Coffee? Really Zeke?"

"Dude, the birds that work here work in bikinis."

"In Chicago in the middle of October? That's nearly suicide."

"That's not the point," Zeke says. "Two grande cappuccinos," he tells one of the girls, handing her a ten dollar bill.

I smirk. "I'm shocked you know Italian."

Zeke smiles. "My accent that good? I was practicing for today." A different girl smiles at him and hands him the coffees and some change. "Thanks," he says, flashing a big grin. Then he turns to me and hands me one of the coffees. "You're welcome."

"Thanks," I mutter. Then I look at the time. 7:48. Why hasn't Tris called me yet? She must have forgotten to call me and ask me for a ride, like she does nearly every morning.

Zeke takes a sip of his coffee and turns the car on.

"Whoa, stop the car!" I say, once we're back on the road.

He raises his eyebrows and slows down. "What?"

"Is that Mister Prior's car?"

Zeke rolls down his window. "Shit," he mutters. "It is."

Fear roars inside of me. "D-do you think Tris is in there?"

Zeke bites his lip. "Shall we go find out?"

"Please doctor," I beg. "Homecoming's tonight."

"And Beatrice is your date?"

I nod.

He looks down to her, then at his clipboard, then back to Tris. "She's very lucky; the airbag popped up in time and did not suffocate her. All she has is a minor concussion. Her father, on the other hand..."

I clear my throat. "So Tris can go?"

The doctor looks into my eyes. "Yes," he says after a while. "So long as you don't take her eyes off her. And she'll tire easily. She might not even recognize you or know why she's at the dance."

I ignore the last part of what he tells me. Tris will remember me. The doctor did say that her concussion was minor, after all. So I grin. "Thanks, doctor."

"No problem..."

"Four," I finish for him.

"No problem Four," he says. Then he squints at me. "Are you mayor Eaton's son, by any chance?"

I bite my lip. I despise being associated with Marcus in public. "I think you have me mistaken for the wrong person," I say quickly.

The doctor tilts his head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I say. "I'm pretty sure I know who I am."

He chuckles slightly. "Well, you have a good day, Four. Beatrice should be waking up soon, and she has permission to leave around four PM tonight."

As he walks out, all I can think about is that the game is at four. Maybe Tris can make it after all...

Just then, she moans.

I place my hand over hers, our fingers fitting perfectly in between each other.

"T-Tobias?" she asks.

"Shhh," I say, knowing that the room is probably being monitored.

"W-what's going on?" she says, quieter this time.

"You got in an accident," I explain, tears threatening my clarity. "Do you remember any of it?"

Tris' face is blank, but in a flash, it's filled with fear. "One thing," she says. "I remember one thing."

"What's that?"

"Eric's car that's always parked at school. It was following us, and the last thing I remember seeing is it driving away. I saw the driver. He was smirking."

I lean in close. "Was it Eric?"

Tris shrugs. "He didn't look that familiar, but he must have been hired by Mrs. Matthews."

I swallow the guilt in my throat. "I-I should have been there," I stutter out.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Still," I say. "If I had picked you up, it might not even have happened."

"Might," she reminds me. "But it did. Besides, I didn't even call you. You wouldn't have known what was going to happen."

"But we might not even be here if I had picked you up for school."

"I can't rely on you for everything," Tris tells me.

"But-" I start, but am cut off with a kiss.

Tris' hands tangle in my hair. I kiss her back with just as much enthusiasm, wrapping my arms around her fragile body.

We eventually break apart, our lungs begging for air.

"You know," I tell Tris, "You're allowed out of this place at four, exactly when the game is. Are you still coming?"

"Are you sure that's allowed?" Tris asks.

I nod, "I just spoke with your doctor.

Tris smiles. "Then I guess I'll be there at four."

Tris POV:

Bright lights, an over-the-top vocal rang of the crowd that I find myself in, and a minor concussion do not mix well.

Christina picked me up an hour ago and we came at halftime, the score twenty seven to six. It looks like we're going to cream Chicago Academy.

"GO BRAVES!" Christina yells to our football team. Will smiles from the team's bench when he sees her.

The referee calls a timeout and Four looks up into the bleachers, scanning the crowd. He smiles when he sees me.

"Aww," Christina says. "I bet he told the whole team that this game is dedicated to you."

I slug her shoulder.

"What?"

"Shut up," I say.

Christina groans and nods. "But seriously, how are you?"

I shrug.

"Tris."

"I'm fine," I tell her. "But I'll probably have PTSD when the day's over."

"Oh...that sucks. You look like you have a headache."

"That's because I do."

"We can go if you want."

"Nah," I say. "Besides, Four's a senior and this is the first and last Homecoming game I'll see him play at."

"Do you know where he's going to college?"

I shrug. "He applied to Loyola, Indiana State, University of Michigan, and South Dakota State. All I know past that is that he wants to stay in the Midwest and leave Chicago if he can."

"Why's that?"

The truth is because of Marcus, but since that's private information that Christina doesn't know, I just shrug.

After the game, Christina drives me back to her house. "We'll be just a little bit late, but that's okay. It's better to be pretty and fashionably late than drab and on time," she claimed, on the way to her house.

"Okay," she tells me now, laying both of our dresses on her bed. "We have an hour before our dates show up. Your parents know you're here, right?"

I nod. "My mom visited me earlier, and told me that she would be spending the night at the hospital with my father. Besides, Caleb's going to the dance with Susan, so he'll know where I am. It'll be a pain with him always checking up on my tonight, but I promised Four that I would go to the dance with him."

"Alright," Christina says. Then she shoves a towel at me. "Go take a shower, princess."

An hour later, Christina's mom calls us downstairs.

"This is it," Christina says.

"I think we're good."

"We better be good. That was harder than any math test I've ever taken."

I smile. "I think the boys will like us no matter how we look."

Christina grins. "Let's go."

I follow her out the door, but before she steps down the staircase, she swivels around and fixes my headband. "Perfect. Now's let's do this."