Chapter 20

Four POV

I wake up and see Tris sitting cross legged on the counter eating cereal out of the box.

"Did this cereal come with the house, or did you buy something other than water?" She asks smiling.

I get up and walk over to the counter. Tris is still shorter than me even though she sits on the counter. I take a look at the colourful hoops as Tris props then in her mouth.

"Why would I buy food when I can get it for free at the pit?" I ask curiously.

Tris hops down from the counter, "it's about convenience, Tobias." She says flicking a piece of cereal at me. I catch it and place it in my mouth. "I can't wait for breakfast. I'm too nervous," she says placing the box into a cabinet. "Do you think they'll come?"

I almost forgot that today is Visiting Day. I don't know how to answer her question though. I can't remember what her family was like. If they were okay, or disappointed in her for leaving. I also don't like the thought of lying to her. "I don't know," I finally say.

"Can we talk about Eric?" I asks. I'm still pissed that she kissed him. Even if it was just on the cheek. Was it before or after we kissed. And why did she kiss me if she liked Eric?

"Yeah, what about him?" She says as if forgetting about last night's conversation.

"Why did you kiss Eric?"

"I barely knew what I was doing. They gave me morphine when Al…" she pauses at his name.

"So he took advantage of you?" I ask angrily.

"No-"

"So you liked it?" I ask.

"No, Tobias. Listen to me," she says coming closer so her face is about and inch aways from mine. "You're the only guy I like kissing."

I smile and pull her closer to me so her body is pressed up against mine. I tilt my head down and brush my lips against hers.

"I believe you," I say finally.

After I get changed I take Tris' hand and walk out the front door. We walk in silence like being close to each other is enough.

I see Eric walking down the hallway. I release Tris' hand, and step farther away from her. Nobody can know we are together. Tris gives me a look.

"So the rumours are true," Eric says.

"What rumours?" Tris asks.

"Are you two not together?" He asks.

Tris goes to open her mouth but before she can I talk. "No, we're not together."

"Then why did she just come out of your apartment again?" He asks curious.

"The other initiates are trying to kill her, if you haven't noticed." I say bitterly back. I continue walking, but for some reason Tris stays behind. I knew she still liked him.

"What a welcoming host," he laughs under his breath. I have no patience for him.

I turn around and grab Eric buy the collar of his shirt, pinning him to the rock wall. He winces, but other than that he seems unaffected by the fact I want to kill him.

"This one's got a temper," Eric says smiling. "Hey, why don't you stay the night at my place instead."

"Listen, Coulter." I say so my face in inches away from his. "I don't give a shit that you have the authority. That's not going to stop me from beating the crap out of you."

Eric flips me so I'm up against the wall now. "No you listen here." He spits as he talks. "You may have beat the sixteen year old Eric, but you don't stand a chance against me now." He leans in closer so Tris can't hear him. "Unless you want Tris to know your secret, I'd start being nice to your leader."

I punch Eric in the stomach so he stumbles back. "Go head, hurt me." He says holding out his arms. "The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree now does it?"

Tris steps in between us. Giving me a look as if I did something wrong. "Cool off, Four." She says to me. Eric winces as he touches his back. He has a patch of blood from where his back it the wall.

"You go cool off, I'm going to help Eric to the infirmary."

Tris POV

I grab Eric's arm to lead him to the infirmary. More so to make Tobias jealous. I turn around to give him one last look before leaving. As soon as I do I drop my arm. His jaw is clenched so hard I think he might break his teeth. His muscles all defined with his knuckles White in fists at his side. He turns around and walks fast, disappearing from my sight.

Eric turns to me, "I don't need the infirmary."

"Let me be the judge of that," I says smiling.

"If you say so," Eric says before taking a fist full of his shirt and flipping it over his head halfway.

"Need some help?" I ask grabbing his shirt to flip it over his head.

"When's it my turn to undress you?" He asks smiling. "Or do you just wanna stand and admire my body?"

"Just turn around," I roll my eyes. He has just a bloody scrape across his lower back, but it doesn't need stitches.

"See," he says putting his shirt back on. "I'm good." Eric leans his face closer to mine and places a hand on my hip.

"I should go to the pit, it's almost eight," I say turning around so I don't have to see the expression on his face.

Once I open the doors to the pit a hand grabs my shoulder, making me jump. I turn quickly.

"Dad!" I say embracing him in a hug.

"Beatrice," he says into my shoulder.

I hear a voice from behind me making me scowl. "Beatrice? That's your name," Molly laughs.

"What did you think 'Tris' was short for?" I asks.

"Oh, I don't know… pathetic."

I go to say something back but a hand clamps my shoulder, hard. I turn to see my father. "Let's not bother your friends now, Beatrice." He says calmly, but the grip on my shoulder tells me he's nowhere near clam.

They leave surprisingly. Until I see why they left.

"Can I talk to you," Tobias says looking at the ground and his hands in his pockets. I'm still mad that he doesn't want people to know about us.

"I'm busy, Four."

"Please," he says looking at me now.

"You can talk to me later."

Tobias POV

"You can talk to me later." She says annoyed.

I pivot my feet and walk out the pit doors. She doesn't want to talk to me. Are we done? Why is it so hard to breathe? Why is everything blurry.

I hold onto the wall for balance. I can feel sweat dripping down my face. What's wrong with me? Is this a heart attack?

"Hey man, you alright?" A voice says. I lean my back against the wall, sinking down into a sitting position. I try to speak but my mouth is too dry. "Hold on, let me get some water."

I lift myself up and walk/fall into the men's washroom. I push open the stall and sit on the floor, leaning my head over the toilet.

"I think he's having a panic attack," the voice says. I turn my head. The voice that was talking belonged to Uriah, the figure next to him looked like Zeke. I try to blink away the blurriness, but it just makes me dizzy.

Zeke picks me up from under the shoulder. "Come on, bud. I'm taking you to the infirmary."

"Try not to vomit on my shoulder," Uriah says as he lifts me up from the other side.

For the next maybe 2 weeks I probably won't post much because I'm reading a good series and I just got the rest of the books to it today. Tell me what you think of this chapter though. I'm really proud of it :) RR