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Chapter 5 - Four POV

The sound of my running shoes slapping the pavement helped my mind ease up a little bit. I found myself running in the woods behind my old high school after a while.

I'd always enjoyed running. I felt like I was free from all my problems, and I would just focus on my breath. That was one of my favorite parts about football, the reason I was so good at it. I just pretended the guys chasing me were Marcus and all of a sudden I would find myself in the end zone.

I hadn't been paying attention to where I was running because I hit something, hard. No, it wasn't something, rather someone. A young woman, short, sat on the ground, rubbing her head. She was pretty. She had fair skin, dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail, and grey eyes. "I'm sorry," I said, helping her up.

"No, it was my fault; I wasn't looking where I was going," She said. After brushing herself off, she looked up at me. "You're Four Eaton," she stated. I liked that she simply stated it, rather than jumping up and down and squealing like other girls.

"Yes, and you are?" I asked. She bit her lip, wondering whether or not to say anything. Why was she contemplating that?

"My name is Tris," she replied after a moment, holding out her hand. I shook it. "We probably shouldn't be talking." Seeing my confused look she continued. "Our fathers are running against each other for mayor." I understood immediately why she'd been hesitant to tell me her name. I knew if my dad found out I was talking to the competitor's daughter, he would beat me.

"You look familiar," I studied her face, ignoring her previous statements. "Have I met you before?"

"Not likely," she replied. "I'm a lawyer in New York."

"Did you go to school here?" I asked, motioning to the school.

"Yes. I graduated about 8 years ago from here," she replied. So she was two years younger than me. "What's your real name? I'm sorry, I just don't believe a parent would name their child after a number."

"Four is a nickname I got my senior year in high school. My real name is Tobias."

-Tris POV-

"Four is a nickname I got my senior year in high school. My real name is Tobias." Tobias. I knew that name. Tobias was the quarterback on the football team, two years older than me. I looked at the handsome, blue-eyed guy in front of me. What had happened to him. I had talked to Tobias a couple times; he always seemed like such a nice guy. Now he seemed like a spoiled brat.

I could hear my friend, Uriah, teasing me. I'd had a crush on Tobias in my sophomore year, but when he didn't notice me I looked to move on and get over him.

"Are you okay?" Four - no Tobias - asked, looking generally concerned.

"Yeah, sorry Four," I said, snapping out of my thoughts. He frowned.

"Don't call me Four; I'd prefer someone to call me my real name."

"I've got to go Fo-Tobias," I said.

"I'll see you around," he said. I nodded my head in reply and ran back home.

When I got home, I went straight to my room and sank to my feet, my back resting against the wall. I laid my head in my hands. Here I was, literally running into a guy I had been head-over-heels for almost 10 years ago. What was I going to do?

A/N: So it looks like I was able to write today. I may be able to slip another chapter in tomorrow. Keep the reviews coming! I really appreciate them, a lot. Like I said, though, I am going to begin to get busy, so don't expect chapters up every day! I will try my hardest. Let me know how you feel about this chapter. I want to know how you guys want this relationship to go. I have some ideas, but I want to hear yours. So hit the review button below! Come on, I know you want to. Until next time!