I hadn't expected that. I had definitely not expected him to kiss me. And I hadn't expected to feel the way that I felt when he did. He dropped me off at the dorms hours ago, but I can still feel the heat of his lips pressed against mine. I know that I should be sleeping because I have to be up in a few hours anyway to get my early morning training done, but all I can think about is that conversation. I flip over in bed and close my eyes, trying to calm my thoughts enough so that I can fall asleep. But when I close my eyes all that I do is relay the moment again.

I wake up a few hours later, hitting the alarm on my clock so that it does wake anyone else. I get dressed quickly before heading upstairs to the cafeteria to grab some morning breakfast. I finish off the muffin quickly before heading to the Pit. It is still early, not even six thirty, when I make it into the high ceilinged room. It is not empty, as it was yesterday morning, but I am not surprised at the intruder. He looks up as I enter and that grin on his face is almost enough to make my knees go weak.

"I didn't think you were going to wake up early today," He says.

I shrug as I walk toward him. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You didn't get to bed until late, is all."

"I think that you're partially to blame for that," I say stopping in front of him.

"Oh you know what?" he says smirking at me. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. "You're right about that."

I grin up at him, knowing that my cheeks are bright, and it's not because I'm embarrassed or anything, he just makes me feel alive, as cliché as that sounds. I move over to the bleachers to set my sweater down before turning to look at him. "Where should we start?"

"I think we should talk first."

I raise my eyebrows at him. That never sounded good. I swallow and then sit down, nodding. "Okay," I say. "What's up?" My voice cracks on the last word, because I'm nervous now.

He sits next to me and runs his hands over his pant legs. "Don't be nervous," he says, reaching out to take my hand. I look at him and bite my lower lip. "I just think that we should be careful. I don't want anyone to think that I'm playing favorites."

I nod and look over at the scoreboard. "It doesn't look like you're playing favorites."

"But you're going to get better," he says. "Especially with the extra training that you're doing, that I'm going to help you with."

I look back at him. "This isn't about you regretting kissing me last night, is it?"

"What?" he asks, shaking his head. "God no." He squeezes my hand. "I definitely don't regret that."

"You don't?"

He looks surprised. "Of course not," He says. "Do you?"

I don't answer, I lean forward and press my lips to his, letting them linger for a moment. "Does that seem like I regret it?"

He lets out a sigh and rests his head against mine. "God you're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

I grin and kiss him again. "So we keep this under wraps," I say. "For how long?"

"Until after training," Four says. "But no one in the compound usually wakes up before seven thirty, so that if we continue this until training is over, we'll have that time to ourselves."

"What about after six?" I ask. "I remember you saying that we can't leave the compound unless we're with a member."

"Yeah, it's Dauntless rules."

"Would you…" I pause. "Would you want to come with me to find my brother?"

"Your brother?"

"Yeah," I say. "I don't know what dorm he was put into, but he came around a few months ago."

"I could look through the records and see who else in the school has the last name Prior," Four says. "It might take me some time, but we can definitely go find him when I do."

"Thank you," I tell him.

He nods. "Of course," he says. He gets up and I follow him over to the fighting mat. "By the way, we're all leaving the compound tomorrow night for some war games."

"War games?"

"I think it's best if you're surprised," he says with a grin.

I look down at the mat and then back up at Four. "Last time I stood on this mat, I got my ass handed to me by Molly."

"Like I said," he says. "It was your first day. Plus, I don't know if you've noticed, but you've been getting better."

"You think so?" I ask him.

"I do," he says. He looks up at the clock on the wall. "We've got about half an hour left before everyone else comes down. You want me to teach you a few things?"

I eye him up and down. "I don't think I could take you."

He grins. "I'll go easy on you," he smirks.

When training is over for the day, I am one of the last to leave the Pit and I hope that no one has started to notice. I walk over to the cooler and pull out a water bottle, taking a sip. I stretch my arms over my head and let out a groan. My entire body is sore, but because of my training with Four, I have started to get better and faster. I know what to expect and hopefully I won't have as many bruises the next go around.

"You did well today," Four says coming up behind me.

"Well I didn't pass out, so that's always a good thing, right?"

"A very good thing," he says. He looks around the Pit before stepping closer to me and pressing his lips to mine. The kiss lingers and when he pulls away I feel shivers run through down my spine. I bite my lip when he pulls away and I smile at him

"So I've got to go shower," I say. "But I'll see you later?"

He pauses and makes a face. "Those showers are really open down there," he says. "You can come up to my room and shower if you'd like."

I raise my eyebrows, shaking my head. "I thought initiates weren't allowed up there."

"I don't actually live up there," He says. "My apartment is off the main floor."

"Oh…" I lick my lips and swallow. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why not?" he asks.

I shake my head. "No reason," I say. "Let me get some clothes and then I'll meet you back up here in ten minutes?"

He nods. "I'll be in the cafeteria."

I smile at him as I run out of the Pit to head down into the deep underbelly of the Dauntless compound. It has been less than twenty-four hours since our first kiss, but every time I see him, it spreads through me and I feel more alive. I am not nervous about going to his room. I am nervous about having to come up with an excuse for my friends. Granted, none of them will be downstairs just yet. Right after training ends is when they head to the cafeteria to get dinner. So I should probably be in the clear.

I get to my bunk and pull my bag from underneath. What clothes does one wear to their…boyfriend? Is that the right word to use? I groans as I pull out a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt. I hear a noise and I whirl around and see Peter. Peter is one of the top initiates. He is vicious and brutal. Anyone would be scared of him. He and I have never really spoken, except to exchange a few words here and there. Mostly it's just him pushing me out of the way and me apologizing for it. I know that It's not my fault, but given my selfless upbringing, it's a partial habit.

"What are you doing down here?" he asks me.

"What do you mean?" I ask. My voice is shaky, so I take a breath to try to calm myself. Get it under control.

"Why aren't you eating dinner with the rest of them?"

"I'm not hungry," I tell him. "What about you?"

"I followed you down here."

My blood runs cold. "What?"

"Yeah, you see, I noticed you were getting better turning training and I wanted to ask you why you thought that was."

"It's training, Peter," I snap. "I'm supposed to be getting better, aren't I?"

He shakes his head. "But it's different than that," he says. "You look like you're getting a different kind of training than the rest of us."

"I don't follow."

"Who's training you?" he asks me, taking a step toward me. If he's asking, that means he doesn't know, right? It means that he doesn't know what's going on between me and Four. I have to keep it that way, no matter what. I can't let them think any less of me. "What's your secret?"

"I don't have a secret," I say. "And no one is training me. Maybe I'm just getting better."

He takes another step. "See, I don't believe that, Tris," he hisses my name. "I'm going to find you out and then I'll have a good time bringing you down."

I wait for him to come closer or to hit me or something, but he just stares at me, and that is more unnerving than anything else he could have done. He leaves the room, taking the stairs up two at a time and I can't move. I fall back on my bed, my knees shaking. I put my head between my hands and when I hear footsteps, I jerk up and recoil. But it's not Peter coming toward me, it's Four. Once he sees the distressed look on my face, he's at my side in a moment of seconds.

"Hey," he says. "What happened?"

I take a breath. "Peter," I say.

I feel him tense. "What did he do?" his voice is hard, his jaw clenched.

"He didn't do anything," I say. "He just…he's suspicious already."

"What did he say?"

"He wants to know why I'm getting better already," I say. "And he wants to find out the truth." I look up at him. "What if he finds out about us?"

Four shakes his head. "He won't," he says. "I have friends here that can talk to him about threatening initiates. Trust me."

"But won't be know that I've said something?"

He brushes my hair behind my ear. "It'll be okay," he says. "I've got this. Don't worry."

I nod and meet his eyes. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he says. "So you ready?"

"Yeah," I say grabbing my clothes and standing. "Let's go."