I don't own Divergent, folks.

Here's another section. I ended up splitting it into four parts...

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"Tris, I - I don't know if I could. If he says no -" Four starts, not meeting my eyes any more.

"Why does your dad matter? I do stuff my dad doesn't want me to do all the time," I nearly snap.

"Because of who my dad is," Four mutters. "Look, Tris, you don't know anything about my family. It isn't like yours."

"Then why don't you tell me?" I hiss as we walk down the stairs for the Red Line. "You know nearly everything about my family. That my mom abandoned my dad. That my parents flipped a coin over who got whom of my brother and I. That I didn't know I had a brother until today."

Four bites his lip. "One, I didn't know all of that. And two, maybe someday, I'll tell you. Fair?"

I brush past him and get on the train. He sits next to me silently.

"Why can't you just be honest?"

"Because," Four answers. "I've known you for a day. Maybe someday," he repeats. "And I'm just not as trusting as you."

I turn my head and see little white things poking out of the collar of his shirt. I trace one of them with my finger and he jerks away. "What?"

"Don't - please don't," Four says, voice shaky. I remove my hand and pretend to stare at something in the train. Our stop comes and we walk out together. We chat shallowly about school.

"So, tomorrow, do you have a free last period?" I ask, glancing at my schedule.

Four nods. "And one for third period. When's your lunch?"

"Uhh," I say, looking at my schedule. "Fifth. You?"

"Sixth. But I think Will and Uriah have fifth period lunch, too. Want to hang out tomorrow after eighth period?" Four asks shyly.

"Hang out like….?" I ask in return.

Four seems to lose some of his bravado. "Like just do homework. As friends."

"Sounds great." Somehow, I already know that Four and I will be the closest. I mean, I'm already connecting with him and we've known each other for maybe a day. "Hey, Four."

He meets my eyes. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about earlier, on the train." I look down. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that. It was selfish."

Four smiles at me. "No, it's okay. I'd be curious if I was you - I mean, you're hanging out with the most mysterious and wanted boy in school!" He smirks and I smack his arm lightly. "What?" He smirks even wider. "It's true. I'm really hot and every girl in school wants me."

"Probably some of the guys, too," I mutter

Four chuckles. "Probably."

We walk in silence to New Street. I point the the house at the end of the street on the left side. "That's my house. The blue one."

Four looks at it. "It's nice. Warm. Homey." Then he points to a gray and white house on the right side, close to the end but not all the way. "That one's mine."

"How did I never meet you before?" I ask, shaking my head. "I mean, I had to have noticed someone as hot as you when I was going home or to school." Then I clap a hand over my mouth. "Oh, shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Four laughs. "It's okay. I think you're pretty hot, too." My smile widens.

"Don't be late for dinner!" I yell across the street as we go into our houses.