The next day, right before training is over, Eric comes into the Pit and looks over the scoreboard. I've started to notice that whenever Eric decides he wants to be pay attention, it means that you're under his scrutiny. And that could be either good and bad. Given the way he had looked at me the other day after Molly had knocked me on my ass, I needed to stay under his radar. I don't need to give him a reason to look any more closer at me. Because the closer he looks, the better the chance that he'll find out about Four and me. And that could turn out badly for the both of us. Four could lose his position and it could cause me to be kicked out of Dauntless. However, unlike the other day when he looked at the scoreboard, I am no longer second to last. I have moved up, but I still have a long way to go before I am in the clear. I am still not above the red line, but I'm sure that in time I'll get there. Especially with all of the training that Four and I have been doing.

"Alright, gather up!" Eric shouts out. He is pacing back and forth, spinning a knife in his hands. It seems like an easy movement for him, but by the looks it would take me months before being able to do that without cutting myself. "Your training might be over for the day, but your lessons are far from over for the day. Tonight, after dinner, we're heading out for war games."

There are murmurs throughout the crowd and I stand up a little straighter, my eyes finding Four's before looking away. He mentioned war games to me, but didn't go into any detail, so I had no idea what to expect. He had said on that first day that there would be some days where you had fun and some days when you didn't. I wondered if tonight would be one of the days that fell under the category of fun.

"We'll be leaving right after dinner," Eric says. "If you're not at the train at seven, you're out. We won't wait for you."

My eyes narrow in confusion. Being late for the train meant that you were out? Like out, out?

"What do you mean by out?" Christina asks. I'm glad she asked, because I would have been too nervous to speak out against Eric like that.

I look up at Eric and he's staring at Christina with an annoyed look on his face and I swallow.

"Out means out, initiate," he says. "We'd be done with you and you'd go back to the city."

There are more murmurs that spread through the crowd. It takes everything in me not to look at Four right now, but I can feel him looking at me.

"So don't be late," Eric says, pointing at the clock on the wall. "Tick tock."

He leaves the room and the murmurs get quieter as everyone start following Eric out. I feel someone touching my arm and I look up to see Al. I still haven't really spent time with him since I had pretty much sent him away the other day. I want to pull my arm away from him, but I'm not that person. On the scoreboard he has only risen slightly, and part of me is worried about him. He's not ambitious and he's not outgoing. I don't know how he's going to do in the rankings as time goes on. He needs help.

"Hey," I say, offering him a smile. "What's up?"

"You coming to dinner?"

"Yeah," I say. "I'm just gonna grab my stuff from the bleachers. But you can go on up without me. I'll be right there."

"I can wait..." he says.

"No that's fine," I tell him.

He watches me for a moment before nodding and then running after Will and Christina. I let out a breath before going to the bleachers to grab my sweater, pulling it over my head.

"Am I allowed to be jealous when he touches you?"

I feel myself smile at Four's question, and brush my hair out of my face as I turn to look at him. I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe," I tell him. "Are you?"

He nods. "Yeah," He says. "Is that bad?"

"No," I answer. "It's not bad at all."

Four glances toward the door to make sure there's no one there before leaning in to kiss me.

"So Eric is intense," I say when the kiss breaks. "Is he serious?"

"About getting kicked out?"

"Yeah."

"Unfortunately yeah," he says. "Eric doesn't threaten anything unless he's going to follow through on it."

That was what I had been afraid of. "Okay," I say. "Guess I better not be late."

He grins at me and we start walking out of the Pit together. "After war games," he says. "Do you want to come by my room?"

"Won't it be too late?"

"You could always stay over," he says.

I stop walking and stare up at him. "What?" The question comes out like a squeak and I clear my throat nervously.

His eyes go wide and he shakes his head."No, not like that," he says quickly. "I just...I meant..." He groans and runs his hand over his face. "I just meant to sleep."

I'm pretty sure my cheeks are bright red at this point. I bite my lower lip and nod. "Oh yeah," I say. "Of course."

"I made an ass of myself, didn't I?"

I shake my head. "No," I tell him. "You're fine." The hallway is clear so I stand on my toes and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Good," He smiles at me. "I'll see you on the train, okay?"

"Yeah," I tell him. "See you."

After dinner, everyone is rushed in the dorms getting dressed for tonight's war games. It is nearly seven, so the room is loud and rushed. I finish tying my shoes before we all run up the stairs to the train. The lights are on in every car, creating a vast contrast between the night sky and the dark light coming from the trains. I don't see Four, but I figure that it's best if I'm not looking for him. I swallow as we get onto the train, cramped between everyone. I am forced between Al and Christina and I wish that I wasn't. Being near Al, especially after the other day in the Pit, it makes me nervous. I don't want him to like me, I don't want to be that girl who makes him feel back because I don't like him back. I have never been that person. And I didn't want Dauntless to change me so much that I become heartless. Where would I be then, if I acted like Eric did?

"The game is simple," Four says. "It's like capture the flag. But with paint guns."

"Now I understand that Four hasn't taught you to use a gun yet," Eric says. His tone is condescending and I clench my jaw to keep my tongue in check.I can't speak out against Eric. It's too dangerous to even think about crossing him. "But this will be a good test of skill for you. If you can't shoot, then you lose. It's as simple as that." Four looks at Eric and I see the muscle in his jaw pulse and I quickly look over at Eric, who hadn't noticed. "Two teams, Four and I are captains."

When the train finally stops, the teams have bene chosen and luckily I am on Four's team. But I doubt that has anything to do with luck. Our team consists of Will, Christina and a couple other initiates that I haven't gotten to know yet. Once we are off of the train, we run off in the opposite direction of Eric's team and it's then that I start to pay attention to my surroundings. It looks like an amusement park. Not like a super fancy, super rich, amusement park, but one that had enough money to start it up in the beginning, but because not enough people showed up, got shut down sooner than anyone had anticipated. I see a Ferris Wheel in the direction that we're heading and it dawns on me that because of the way that I was raised, I had never been to an amusement park. And maybe because of my life and the dorm that I lived in now, I might never have the time to experience something like this. I hope that I don't get so lost in my job and this dorm that I forget the things that I still want to get out of life. We gather together at the end of the walkway and everyone begins talking about possible places to hide the flag. I open my mouth, trying to speak, but I can't get a word in edgewise. I find myself looking back up at the Ferris Wheel.

I start to walk away from the group and look up at the ladder at the bottom of the wheel.

"What's up?" Four asks, his voice coming from behind me.

"I want to climb this."

"Why?"

"I think that if I get high enough I could see where the other team is hiding their flag," I say as I start to climb up.

"Tris..."

I look down at him. "What?"

"I can't let you do this alone."

"I'll be fine," I tell him.

"Oh I have no doubts that you will," he says, coming up after me.

As we keep climbing, I hear his breath start to get heavier and heavier and at one point I pause to look back at him. "Hey, are you okay?"

It takes him a second, but he responds. "Oh I've never been better." HIs voice comes out shaky and nervous.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

He looks up at me and his eyes are locked on mine. "Maybe."

"Oh my god," I say shaking my head, continuing to climb up the ladder. I still have a while to go until I am able to see the entire amusement park, and I'm not going to stop until I find out where Eric's team is.. "Then why did you come with me?"

"I had to make sure you were safe."

"By freaking yourself out?"

"I'm not...freaked out."

I shake my head. "God you really crazy, Four."

"Don't call me that," he says.

"What am I supposed to call you then?"

He doesn't say anything for a while, so I figure that it's just something he might not want to tell me. So I leave it at that. I don't end up stopping until I get to the top of the wheel, and after a couple of moments Four is right there beside me, panting for breath. I look over at him. "It's not so bad."

He looks at me and doesn't say anything, the expression says it all on his face. I grin and look out over the amusement part. "Oh there!" I say pointing across the way where I see the bright light of their flag.

"You belong here, you know that?" he says. His voice is quiet and the way that he's looking at me causes my breath to catch in my throat. I can't stop myself from smiling at him, and using the rungs of the Ferris Wheel to keep me steady, I lean over and press my lips to his.

By the time the games are over and we get off of the train back in front of Dauntless, everyone is full on covered in paint. My hair is spotted with several different colors of paint and my clothes are about my same. I honestly don't remember every being happier. Four was right. Some days would be fun and some days wouldn't be. Tonight was a fun day. I grin as I watch Will and Christina head into the building hand in hand and I feel Al looking at me like he wants to hold my hand. But I stray behind the group and eventually lose him in the crowd. Eventually it is going to get too difficult to keep avoiding him. He is going to realize that something is up.

As the rest of the initiates go into the building, I look to my left and see Four coming toward me, his clothes barely splattered in paint.

"Explain to me something," I tell him as we walk together.

"What?"

"How is it that I am completely covered in paint whereas you only have some on your sleeve."

"Shit I got hit?" He asks looking down at his sleeve and lets out a fake groan. "I thought I was faster than that."

"Shut up," I say pushing his arm. "I'm serious."

"I've gotten really good at avoiding bullets. Doesn't matter if they're from a paint gun or a real gun. It's all about training, and because I've stuck around, I've gotten faster and better."

"That makes sense," I say. "But I don't like knowing that you've been shot at by real guns."

He offers me a smile. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Yeah," I say. "You are."

Once we get inside the building, it's quiet and most of the initiates have already started down the steps down toward the dorms, leaving the main hallway empty for just me and Four. He takes my hand and laces our fingers together. It takes us no time to get to his room and once we're inside I go to the bathroom to begin washing the paint off of my face. It's worse than I thought it would be. Four leans against the frame and watches me.

"I've got some clothes for you," he says. "If you want to shower to get the rest of the paint off."

I nod. "Thanks," I say. "I'll be right out."

I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower to clean the paint off. The water swirling down into the drain is brown, mixed with all of the colors from the paint guns. Once I'm out, I put the long shirt over my head and head back out into the room. He's facing me, and pulling a shirt over his head and the sight of his chest causes my heart to race. I swallow, hard. He looks up at me and his eyes travel down the length of my legs and that causes my heart to beat even faster.

I clear my voice before speaking, because I don't want to squeak again. "Hey," I say sitting down on the bed.

"Hey," he says walking over and sitting down next to me.

"So I wanted to ask you something," I say.

"What's up?"

I chew on my lower lip. "You said not to call you Four...so what am I supposed to call you?" He pauses and it makes me to look up at him. "I need something to call you, you know."

"Tobias," he says after a long time. "You can call me Tobias."

The name sounds familiar to me and I look away from him, trying to focus on the memory. I shake my head and look at him. "You're Marcus' son?" It makes sense now. I always knew that Marcus had a son, but he never ate with us when they held family dinners. I had always thought it was strange, but we weren't supposed to ask questions. I remember seeing him pass in the upstairs hallway, it had just been a glimpse, but I had seen him. "I knew you?"

"Not really," he says. "Knew of, but that's better than nothing."

I take his hand "I saw you," I say with a smile. "I was so curious that day. But we weren't supposed to ask questions." I take a breath and try out his name. "Tobias."

"I hadn't realized how nice it would be to hear my name again," he says. "Especially when it's you who's saying it."

"Why do you have the nickname?"

"To make it harder for people to associate me with my past."

"Then you'll just be Tobias to me," I say resting my head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to my head and I lift a hand to my mouth to stifle a yawn.

"All right, that's a sign if I've ever seen one," Tobias grins. "Get into bed."

I can't help but laugh as I get under the covers and I watch him as he stands. "You can sleep here, you know."

He stops and looks down at me. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I say. "I kind of don't want you to leave yet."

"I wouldn't be really going anywhere."

"Still," I say, scooting over in the bed to make room for him. I see the corner of his lips curve upward before he climbs in with me. I rest my head on his chest and with the feel of his arm wrapped around my waist, I feel content. I close my eyes and let the sound of our breathing lull me to sleep.