Chapter Seven

Waking up the next morning was something that neither Tobias nor I looked forward to doing. Of course, that might have been because we didn't wake on our own volition, but rather to the familiar pounding on the door from just a few days ago.

I got out of bed with Tobias following not far behind. He's still feeling a bit protective from our encounter with Al from the day before. When we open the door, we see not a person, but rather a bouquet of black carnations with a simple, white note card attached.

I'm sorry. It reads. A contraction and a simple word that are sent with the best intentions. No name is attached to the bouquet, but it doesn't take an Erudite smart ass to figure out who sent it.

Al. I feel rage begin to bubble deep within my chest. How dare he think that a bouquet of carnations will be enough to make up for drugging me and attempting to kidnap me? Not only did he try to kidnap me, he almost threw me in the chasm. Al tried to kill me and he thinks that something as simple as a bouquet of flowers will earn him forgiveness?

I stick my head outside of the doorway to see if he's lurking in an attempt at another kidnapping, and, upon seeing no one, I pick of the bouquet of flowers and bring them back in the apartment with me. As I walk towards the garbage can, Tobias follows close by. I can almost feel anger rolling off of his body in waves towards me.

Just before I drop the flowers in the can, Tobias reaches his long, muscular arm around me to grab the note card. It seems that I forgot to read the message aloud.

I watch his face while his deep, blue eyes quickly turn to a shade that is almost black; although, this time it's not a darkening we share because of lust for each other, but rather with anger towards Al.

Muttering swear words under his breath, he looks up from the card to make eye contact with me. While the darkness of his eyes brightens just a bit upon looking at me, his anger is still evident in his stony facial expression.

"I'll kill him," he states, and by the look on his face, I'd believe it in a heartbeat.

"I know. Which is why I'm not letting you near him. I can't have you taken away from me because a blinding rage causes you to lose control and kill someone. Eric would find this as a perfect opportunity to assert his 'leader' position over you. I'm not going to let that happen," I tell him, sincerity and concern mixing with the range in my system.

Sighing, Tobias throws the note card on top of the flowers in the trash bin, relenting to dropping the subject of killing Al for now. "Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes glimmering with concern mixed with his anger towards Al.

"I'm fine, Tobias," I respond. We hug each other and get ready for the day.

*A time lapse of showers and getting dressed in the morning yay for mornings*

Once we've gotten dressed, Tobias and I walk hand in hand from our apartment to get breakfast in the cafeteria.

When we step onto the elevator, I notice Tobias' body once again become rigid, transforming him from the loveable Tobias to the fear-inducing Four. The elevator doors open and we walk through the breakfast line picking out our breakfast choices. Tobias grabs black coffee and a muffin while I grab apple juice and a muffin.

We walk over to the table that seats Uriah, Zeke, Christina, and Will and take a seat, me sitting between Four and Uriah. Not making a big scene, Uriah leans in and asks, softly to prevent alerting our friends of previous events, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Uri," I respond, putting his nerves at ease. We all continue our breakfast normally, laughing and smiling like any other group of friends would. I hear the door open as I'm glancing down at my muffin, pulling off pieces and throwing them in my mouth, when I feel Tobias and Uriah go stiff. I look up to see Al walking in, bruises covering every inch of his visible flesh. He looks over at our table, almost as if he wants to come over and apologize, but I assume he changes his mind at the scowls coming from Uriah and Tobias.

"Uri, did you do that?" I ask, shocked he inflicted so much damage on Al. There's never been any question in my mind that Uriah is strong and capable of inflicting pain upon others, but I still find myself shocked that he would do that to another human being.

"Yeah, bastard deserved it," he muttered, just loud enough for me to here.

Upon hearing the cafeteria go silent at Al's entrance, Christina, Will, and Zeke all turn around to see what could cause such a reaction from the rowdy crowd of Dauntless. As Zeke sees Al, he turns around and continues his food, sparing a quick, questioning glance in my direction, to which I nod.

Christina turns back around, her mouth forming a soft "o" shape. "Who did he piss off this time?" she questions, curiosity winning the best of her.

"Uriah, Four, Tris, me. The real question is who didn't he piss off?" Zeke responds, his voice hard with anger.

"What did he do?" Will questions, his Erudite thirst for information being revealed.

I decide now would be a good time for me to speak up, "He drugged me and tried to kidnap me," I say, as if it were an everyday occurrence. Of course, now it seems like it is. Tobias takes my hand under the table in an attempt to comfort me.

"The son of a bitch," Will mutters, gripping his water with more ferocity than before.

Seeing that I'm becoming uncomfortable with the subject, the group drops it and continues eating.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to upload this! I seriously just wrote this fan fiction chapter during an English class where I'm supposed to be writing a paper about writing a fan fiction. Oh well, who cares. ;) Thanks for the reviews! I might be able to post another chapter later tonight, but I have two papers to write, a math packet, and work, so it's still a little up in the air. PLEASE review, they seriously make my day! Love you guys! xx, chrissym453