Hello everyone, this is the chapter 4!

Disclaimer: Veronica Roth owns Divergent, not me, sadly.

Starting off in Four pov:

As soon as her skin touched mine, it was like a billion fireworks went off in my brain. When she laced her fingers through mine, I was on fire. Everything about it was perfect, her long bony fingers wrapped around mine like we were made for each other. We might' of been, I thought. We probably were. I was about to kiss her when I realized I had only known her for a day, but it felt like years. We knew each other so well already and I am shocked that one person could bring me standing there by myself grinning like an idiot.

My hand felt cold after she walked out. I missed her warmth. I am falling for her, hard, but I just don't know what her feelings are for me yet. I called Zeke because I had a plan.

Me- hey Zeke can we have a game of truth or dare on Friday at yours?

Zeke- hell yess! But why, you normally don't like those gatherings.

Me- I need to find out Tris' feelings for me! She just held my hand and then left...

Zeke- Already told Uri, he's sending out texts.

Me- thanks man, cya

Zeke- no problem, you have to tell me all about it at school though

Me- you sound like Christina

Zeke- O-M-G seeYA Fourrr

I laughed at Zeke's impression of Chris and hung up. Walking out to my bike, I began imagining perfect scenarios for me and Tris to get together. On the drive home, however, I realized I didn't want to be forced together in a game of truth or dare, I wanted it to be natural. I am just going to have to sort it out with Zeke, I have no idea about any of it alone.

I finally reached my house, parked my bike and stepped through the doorway in to the empty hallways covered in shadows. I never really thought about what this house need to make it warm and welcome again. But now I realize what it is desperate for.

Tris.

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NOW TRIS' POV:

I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ears again, but this time, I was happy to get out of bed. Because of my friends I am willing to go to school. Pretty damn good friends. I remembered I have music and art as subjects today, and that also contributed to me bouncing out of bed and into the shower. I hummed as I lathered my body with soap and body wash and massaged shampoo and conditioner into my hair. My thoughts wandered to Four's deep blue eyes... Four! Everything that happened yesterday, him taking his shirt off, me holding his hand, it all came flooding back into my mind at once, I am now super excited to arrive at school.

I hopped out of the shower still humming and drying my hair, and started searching for something to wear in my closet. I decided on denim jeans and a white loose t-shirt with my black converse again. Applying minimal make-up like yesterday, I thundered downstairs, grabbed my usual breakfast (a muffin) and jumped into my car. After what seemed like forever as I was so eager to get to school, I finally pulled into the same parking space as I did on Monday.

As soon as I set foot outside of my silver Porsche, I locked eyes with two dark swirling pools. Four. He gave me a crooked grin and came to stand in front of me.

"Hey Tris." he murmured, eyes shining.

"Hi Four," I replied flashing him my best smile. We walked together to Will, Christina, Zeke, Uriah, Shauna and Marlene, who were standing in a tight huddle just outside the school building.

"Hey Tris, Four." Zeke said beaming. Shauna and him shared a look that made me instantly suspicious. "Tris, we are having a little get together on Friday night, playing truth or dare, having a movie marathon." Zeke winked at Four and my head snapped towards him.

"Do you guys know something that I don't?" I asked, frowning at them.

"We know loads you don't, Trissy." Zeke said grinning mischievously.

I glared at him. "If you ever call me Trissy again, I will hurt you, badly."

"Okay Trissy-poo." He continued, well that's an idiotic move. I kneed him in the stomach and walked through the front doors of the school. Marlene, Christina and Shauna ran up behind me laughing and soon their giggles became contagious and we are all bent over gasping for breath. I look behind to see Zeke still hunched over with Uriah, Will and Four trying not to let their faces show how funny they thought it was. I smirked and turned back around. Us girl began walking to our first class, art, still stifling giggles.

A while after we had arrived in art class, the boys came too, Zeke with his head down shamefully. I laughed because he is now scared of me. Our group claimed seats at the back of the room and I ended up in between Christina and Four. Tori strode into the room and the noise level ceased.

"Alright, everyone, my name is Tori, please don't call me Miss, it makes me feel old." A couple of people chuckled at this. "Today you will draw what ever comes to your mind first." With that said, she plonked herself down at her desk and began to read a book. I pulled out my sketch book and started working on the drawing with a boy and a girl sitting under a massive tree. I made them link arms and then began to detail the bark on the tree and color the inner leaves in an emerald green. It was then I felt multiple sets of eyes on me.

I looked up to see Marlene, Uriah, Shauna, Zeke, Christina, Will and Four all watching me draw. A blush crept up my neck and heated my cheeks. Will was the one to speak first.

Will- holy crap Tris, you're amazing.

Christina- Yes Tris, my God you are SO going to have to draw something for my room!

Zeke- that's awesome Tris.

Shauna- where did you learn to draw like that?

Uriah- TEACH ME YOUR WAYS OH GREAT ONE

Marlene- Tris you are soooo good!

Four just stood there gazing down at me with an expression of amazement or... something on his face. I couldn't quite tell what it was. My cheeks got even hotter at all the attention. It was then I realized how lucky I am to have all these people in my life, my friends. There I was thinking this year I would be called names and bullied... but this group took me under their wing and were nice to me straight away. I smiled at them gratefully and answered their questions about my art, until the bell rang loud out of the speakers.

FOUR POV:

As soon as Tori told us we could draw whatever, Tris pulled out her sketch book and started working on the picture I saw her drawing yesterday. Her pencil moved skillfully over the page, bringing the drawing alive. As she drew, her hair fell down around her face and my hands itched with the temptation of tucking it behind her ears. Eventually Tris realized that we were all staring at her and her head snapped up. An (adorable) blush crept up to her cheeks and her beautiful grey eyes widened.

Everyone bombarded her with questions, but I was mesmerized by this amazing girl sitting in front of me, and I blocked everything out. Tris glanced up at me through her lashes, studying my face. I knew I must look ridiculous, but I didn't care. I don't care.

The bell rang, breaking me out of my daydream and into reality where we now have music, yippee. I cannot play or sing a melody to save my life. Although, remembering that Tris said she could sing made me a bit more eager to go. We headed to the music room alongside Tori, as she was also our music teacher. Our group strode through the doorway and listened while Tori started speaking.

"Hello everyone, again. Today we are just going to play around with the instruments, no singing, so everyone go choose what you fancy and I'll come around and inspect."

Naturally, my eyes wandered to Tris who had rushed off as soon as Tori had finished talking. I watched her as she picked up a violin and a bow and began tuning it. I grabbed a guitar and met the rest of our group in a corner of the room. Everyone had an assortment of different instruments and we all took out our music. We all sucked... except Tris. Her fingers moved rapidly across the strings as her bow went wild. I looked at the music and gaped. How could she read that? How... The man who wrote the song was called Mozart, it's a name that rings a bell. Apparently his music is very advanced. She ended the song with a long note and the sound echoed across the quiet room. The whole class was now staring and all the boys were watching her lovingly. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but Tris ignored them. She looked straight at me, straight into my eyes, and smiled.

We barely noticed as the bell rang and everyone including Mar, Uriah, Zeke, Shauna, Will and Christina rush out the door, leaving Tris and me staring at each other smiling. Tori is still in the room and she clears her throat loudly, making us jump in surprise. Tris blushes for what seems like the 10th time today and said, "Oh um Tori? Could I please use the dance room after school?"

Tori nodded, "Of course you can Tris." She smiled at us both and left the room. I looked back to Tris and frowned.

"Why do you want the dance room?" I asked suspiciously.

"Uh, um no reason." Tris said, her voice wavering a little. She's lying. I guess I'll have to go and find out.

...

After school had ended and the crowd of teenagers outside dispersed, I headed to the dance room. There was one massive hall, and then a balcony above it, which made up the performing arts center. There was music playing as I leaned on the railing of the balcony, my fear of heights already making my hands shake. I gazed down and saw a little blonde head bobbing up and down as she ran from one side of the hall to the other. Probably warming up or something, I thought. Tris stopped running and began to stretch. She was crazily flexible, bringing her foot up to her head and then leaning over to the side. But my eyes were not drawn to how high her legs could go, but her body again. She was wearing an orange sports bra that showed off her abs and her tattoo.. her tattoo!? My eyes widened. I could not tell what it was from up here but it looked awesome. I think it is flames or something leading away from her heart, up over her collarbone.

I still watched her as she jogged to her phone, connected by a cord to the speakers stationed around the room. Tris skipped a couple of songs and finally settled on one that I instantly recognized as "Sam Smith Lay Me Down." The song began and she slow walked into the middle of the room before doing some choreography that would take me 100 years to learn. It got to the chorus and Tris began doing turns with her leg straight out. I counted, one... two... three, four, five, six, holy shit. I lost count as she whipped her leg in and turned as fast as anything until she slowed down and stuck her leg in the air without holding onto it. I had no idea what any of these things she was doing were called but I knew they had to be pretty advanced moves.

Tris finished the routine on the floor and I clapped. I clapped so hard my hands hurt, but that was okay because what I just saw was one of the most amazing things ever. She jumped and her head snapped up to my position on the balcony. Relief filled her features in seeing it was me, but it quickly dawned on her that I had been watching everything. She frowned and disappeared into the stairway that leads up to the area overlooking the dance room. I knew she was angry at me when she appeared out of the darkness that was the stairway.

"Why were you watching? Why are you here?" She snapped. Okay, so her words hurt but I suppose I deserve it. I did follow her here after all.

"Look Tris I'm sorry but that was absolutely amazing, and I didn't know you had a tattoo?" I tried to get on her good side again. She blushed and looked down at the flames covering one side of her chest.

"I didn't realize it'd show in this top." She murmured to herself.

"I-it's okay, I like it." I said, nervous for how she would react. Tris smiled warmly at me, and then I looked down at her and noticed a thin, long, white scar in the middle of her tan stomach. "Tris..."

"Hmmm?" She squinted at me through her thick eyelashes.

"What's that?" I pointed down to the scar. As soon as I said that her hands started to tremble violently and her knees gave out. I rushed to her side and knelt down next to her, panic-stricken. "Tris, Tris are you okay? C'mon Tris talk." I begged her.

She looked at me and her face scrunched up. She was trying not to cry, and it broke my heart.

"Please just... I want to go home..." Tris pleaded, looking at me with bloodshot eyes. I am the biggest idiot on this planet. It is a scar, it obviously brings up painful memories! How stupid can you get to ask someone about it?!

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I pulled her into my side and directed her to the parking lot. I hated seeing Tris like this, strong, brave, smart, selfless Tris... broken and in need of support.

We walked out of the confined spaces of the hallways and into the brisk late-afternoon wind. I felt Tris shiver into my chest and looked down at her worriedly, while pulling away from her and sliding off my jacket. Draping it across her shoulders, I took at moment to realize how small Tris actually was, my leather jacket absolutely swamped her. My gaze wandered from this gorgeous girl in front of me, to the last traces of the tattered sunset clinging onto the horizon. Tris' back was to the golden light and the shadows covered her tear-stained face, forming a beautiful silhouette of darkness. Her eyes caught some of the light, making it dance like tendrils of fire in her grey orbs. She looked unearthly, so beautiful, it made my breath hitch.

Tris hesitated, contemplating something in her gorgeous brain. She finally seemed to reach a decision and stepped forward into my chest. It took a moment for my shocked brain to realize, she's hugging me! Tris Prior is in my arms, and I was on fire. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my chin on the top of her head. She smelt like vanilla and coconut, and I thought how I would love to wake up to that scent every morning. Pulling slightly back so our foreheads were against each other, our faces, our lips, inches apart, I heard her breathing get faster.

"Thank you." Tris murmured and pulled away from our embrace all together. I immediately felt cold as ice. With one last glance at me, she walked quickly towards her car, opened the door, got in and started the engine. I watched her smile and cover her face in her hands before driving off. Away from me for the night.

Suddenly, I couldn't wait for Friday to come.

REWIND TO WHEN FOUR POINTED AT TRIS' SCAR!

TRIS POV:

"What's that." Four asked, gesturing towards my stomach, towards my scar. My eyes widened and I felt my hands tremble violently. No no no no no this cannot be happening... He can NOT find out... He will never like me if he knew... I am broken, no one could love a million shards of glass... I barely registered as my knees gave out and Four rushed over to my side, begging for me to tell him what's happening, what's wrong.

"Nothing. Please, I just want to go home." I knew Four would want an explanation for what happened later, but at this moment I didn't care. Memories flashed through my head in short bursts, like strobe lights. My father shooting me, unimaginable pain, his eyes glinting, the hospital, first looking at my never-fading scar, disgusted with my self...

An arm wrapped around my shoulders, bringing me back to reality. Four directed me through the dark hallways of the school, as I couldn't walk by myself. I was stumbling blindly, caught up in between my memories and the real world. The crisp afternoon air was a shock to my exposed skin and I let out a little shiver, hoping Four wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, he did feel my shudder, and like the gentlemen he is, he draped his jacket across my shoulders. I had my back to the sunlight now and was facing Four. The golden rays of light shone on his tan skin, making it radiate with energy. He looked so handsome as he watched me with his ocean blue eyes that I have grown to love.

How I would love to step forward and hug him right now, the temptation was overwhelming. What if he doesn't hug me back though? I contemplated my options and reached a decision. I took a step closer to him, closing the distance between us, and hugged him. He stiffened in my embrace and then relaxed. Strong arms wrapped around me and he dug his face into my hair. I breathed in Four's scent, he smelt like home. I wanted so bad to wake up next to him everyday, but I knew he could never love me... like I loved him.

And that is chapter 4 done! Please review and give tips or suggestions on how to make this story better.

A truth or dare game is coming up, yay! I am also thinking about just fast forwarding through to Friday night because I have some big four/tris plans and I cannot wait to write them :)

Thank you for reading,

E.K