Chapter 4

Tris' POV

There was nothing sweet about the way Four was training me, any moment of, dare I say, passion,was out the window ever since Eric and Peter barged in on us. It's been about a week and a half since I have been in training separately with Four and in that week and a half I have only allowed to have two showers. Even though he is building me to be a pretty decent fighter I still haven't managed to control my anger. A couple of days ago we were having a rather vicious fight and he twisted my arm and smashed my face to the mat signifying that he had won, he let go of me and I bounced up with anger slamming hard on my emotion and spat directly in his eyes. It wasn't like me one bit to do something so disgusting but when I get to that stage I don't think. But long story short I haven't showered in maybe four days.

It's five in the morning and I'm already up sitting on my bed when Four enters my room.

"Lets go." Was the only thing he had said to me, I was really starting to get pissed at how shit he was treating me. Despite me wanting to punch him in the face, I followed without a word. I watch silently as the muscles in his back ripple against his black shirt as he starts to stretch for our run. I think he was getting bored by just watching so he now joins in to make me feel like extra crap by being better at everything.

We start running and I feel pretty good, I'm keeping a nice steady pace throughout the whole thing, we had one more lap to do and surprisingly I was just in front of Four, about three meters from the finish line I crash on to the ground, my chin also just scrapping the floor -Luckly we're on an inside circuit- I get up and feel that thing inside my stomach again, when I start getting angry this is the first sign I could lose it. Four tripped me, he's hooting and hollering as if to rub it in my face, then he comes up to me with a massive smile on his face.

"Better luck next time." He taunts inches from my face. I see in his eyes that he is challenging me; he wants me to retaliate? No, this is a test, he's trying to make me crack. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, open them again and walk around him. I start towards the monkey bars then flinch at the sudden break of silence to see Four is clapping.

"You've done it, I have trained you to be one of my best initiates in just under two weeks, now you have finally learnt the power of over coming your anger." He pauses for a moment and walks up to me. "Now we just have to see if you can keep it like that." He finished with a wide smile that was annoyingly contagious and made me smile.

We'd stopped for a moment on the mats, he may have given me praise earlier but it was gone the second we started to fight. We were facing each other, the anticipation was unnerving, until Four jabbed at my ribs which a quickly dodged a planted my leg right in to his face. He went down like a sack of potatoes, I felt a pang of guilt but I was also proud of my self. Then I was falling, he had swiped my legs out and now had the upper hand as he straddled me, grabbed both my arm and pinned them above my head; he sat hard on my legs for a moment until they were flat on the floor so he then put his feet over them and returned to my midsection.

"What will you do in a time like this, where you can't move and are fully restrained?" Four asks.

"Do you want to know." I say not even really knowing the answer. He nods.

"Come a little closer, it's a secret." I say. He complys and dips his face so close to mine I'm inhaling his breath. My body reacts before my mind can rationalise and I lean up a press my lips to his. He's surprised but only shows it for a second before kissing back, he slid his tounge across my lips and I willing opened my mouth. This kiss was so over due, but all the waiting was completely worth it. His hands moved to my hips, digging his finger in to the skin ever so slighty making my body hum to his touch. Before my want gets to over whelming I flip him and use the exact technique he used on me, so he was now pinned.

"That is what I would do." I reply licking my lips from the taste of him.

"That's cheating." He says with a half-smile and hungry eyes.

After a little more making out I get up and something shoots to mind.

"Do I get to shower now?" I ask.

"Well that depends do I get to join you?" He said in a way where I wasn't sure if he were joking or not. I frown a little narrowing my eyes.

"Tris I'm joking. Of course you can have a shower. You can secretly stay in my apartment if you want, I will obviously sleep on the sofa but you can take the bed." I smile, so much that my cheeks hurt.

"Take that as a yes." Four says wrapping me in his arms and and resting his head atop mine.

As I sit on the side of his bed with dripping hair and a massive top he let me borrow, I start to think things through and tell Four my thoughts. He drags the sofa so its just opposite my bed, a respectful space apart. I don't care about the space, I plomp down on the furniture next to him and snuggle into his chest, for something like us to happen in a day it all felt so natural, we shouldn't be this conftable with each other, but we are. And it's so right.

"Four?" I say.

"Yeah?" He replys.

"No one can no. I'm pretty sure Eric and Peter have their suspicions about us when we got caught actually being nice to each other, I'm positive that they would use it against us. Like how Peter licked up my face, I know that that was because they knew you would retaliate, which could lead to you getting kicked out. But why would they want that- Wait no that's obvious. He wants you out because he want the be leader. Everyone knows that Max has always wanted you as Dauntless leader, but if there is no you then it leaves it down to Eric." It all kind of just blurted out, but it did make sense. How could they stop this from happening? As if reading my mind Four said.

"We'll figure it out, for now though just try and get some sleep." So she did. As soon as her body was almost asleep she felt her self being lifted and then placed on to a soft mattress and then the pressure of duvets covering her body. She let her self give in to the sleep that awaited.

Erics POV.

I have trained Peter to the best of my abilities, and he's become quite a killing machine. Not that I have let him kill anyone, just with everything he's learnt he would know how to kill. He's ready. Four has always been the golden child ever since we were in initiation together, Max would treat him like a son whilst I had to try my hardest to even get a nod of approval from our instructor. Max wants Four to be leader, I know that he will choose Four. In three weeks he will choose and I will forever be in the command of that asshole. I've made my own plans. A man can't live without his heart, and I'm not talking about the one in his chest.

"Peter, lets go."

Hope this wasn't to boring for you, I read it through like five times but some things just didn't seem right. Would love to read some feed back. A massive thank you to thoughs of you who reviewed last time, please review on how you found this chappy.