I ran faster than I ever have in my entire life. I just want to get out and away. This has to be a nightmare right? Some weird, really creepy nightmare. Peter just kissed me. Peter, the same guy who's been pretty much stalking me for the past few days trying to figure out what I've been up to. Maybe he's not crazy. Maybe he does like me. I hate the way that that sounds. But I can't believe he kissed me. And that I…did I really kiss him back? No. Of course not, it was a reflex. The worst of the matter is that Tobias saw the whole thing.

I'm sitting on the stairs outside of the Dauntless building with my head in my hands. How could I have done this? How could I have let things get so messed up? No, I know what it is. I've been focusing all of my time on making sure that I get better and higher in the ranks. I've also spent a lot of time thinking about Tobias and the way that I feel about him. I was too busy to notice the little things around me. Little things like scary, stalker-type guys who kiss me without warning.

How could I have let this happen?

"Tris?"

I come to attention on my spot on the steps. Through the sound of my crying I can't tell who it is coming up behind me. Is it Peter or is it Tobias? Whoever it is, I don't really want them seeing me cry anyway, so I wipe my tears away with the sleeves of my jacket before turning. It's Tobias and in this moment I wish that the rules didn't apply to us. Because in this moment all I want to do is bury my head in his chest and just get rid of everything around us. I want him to tell me that things are going to be okay and that everything is going to be fine. He sits down next to me and it's hard to ignore the fact that he's not looking at me.

"Hey," I say. Even though I have stopped crying, it's easy to tell that I had been doing so only moments before. "What's up?"

That's when he looks at me. And the look on his face is one of confusion. I don't blame him. I'd be confused too. He shakes his head. "What happened down there?"

I shrug, because I don't have a clue what the answer is. I don't have any idea what to say to do or even how to explain it. "I don't know," I tell him. "It came out of nowhere and I am so sorry. I just-"

"Sorry?" He asks. "Why are you sorry?"

"Sorry that you saw it? I don't know," I repeat. "I just...I have a million thoughts running through my head right now."

He lets out a laugh and looks behind him through the open doors before he scoots closer to me and takes my hand. I let out a breath of relief and squeeze our fingers together. I had never thought that holding hands with someone could make me feel so good.

"I never gave him any reason to think that I wanted it," I tell him. "I don't think I would even know how to do that."

"Oh trust me," he says. "You know how to do it."

"But I didn't," I say. "Not with Peter."

"I believe you," he tells me.

I look at him. "Yeah?"

"Of course, I do."

I hear footsteps echoing behind us in the hallway and I pull my hand away from Tobias. I let out sigh and scoot over a bit. "I wish I could kiss you right now," I tell him, my voice quiet. He chuckles and I have to look over at him. "What's so funny?"

"We're on the same page," he says, his blue eyes twinkling. "I want to kiss you so bad."

I let out another sigh before running my fingers through my hair. "Later?"

He grins at me. "Definitely." He looks behind him again. "I think I should head inside before anyone says anything."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best," I say.

"I'll see you after dinner," Tobias says before getting up and heading back into the building.

I nod and lean forward to rest my head in my hands again.

"Tris?"

I sit up and turn to see who the voice belongs to. I relax when I see that it's Al. And then I remember that Al might also have feelings for me, too. I'm not sure I can handle a second admission of feelings. That would just be too much for one day.

"Hey," I say.

He comes and sits down next to me, but I notice that he keeps his distance from me.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," I say. "My shoulder is just a little sore. What about you, how's your eye?"

"It's fine," he says. "But I wasn't talking about that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he says. "I was talking about what happened earlier…in the dorms?"

I straighten up and turn to look at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I was heading back down to grab my jacket when I heard what Peter was saying…"

"Oh god," I say. "Did you see him kiss me too?'

"Yeah," he says. "I didn't know you guys were…"

"We're not!" I exclaim. "We're not. We're definitely not."

He smiles. "Okay good," He says. "Because I wanted to talk to you…."

"Al, stop," I tell him shaking my head. "Please don't."

"Why not?" he says. "Why can't I Just say what I feel?"

"Because I don't feel that way about you," I say. "I'm not really trying to get into relationships. I need to focus on surviving here at Dauntless."

"Wouldn't it be easy to have someone to lean on?"

"I do have people to lean on. You, Christina, Will, everyone. I'm not alone in this."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Well, I'm sorry," I tell him. "Because that's what I'm talking about. And I don't really want to talk about this anymore."

I get up from the steps and head back into the building. I can't believe my luck. Back when I was home going to school with these people they never would have looked at me twice because of the clothes that I wore. But now because I'm wearing makeup and have a tattoo, they're treating me like I'm a completely different person, when I'm not. I'm the same person I was before, but they never would have noticed me.

I don't think I can even make it through dinner with both Peter and Al trying to talk to me. I can't be in the same room as them right now. It's too soon. So instead of heading down the hall leading to the cafeteria, I head down the hallway toward Tobias' room, taking care that no one sees me go down that way. I throw the door open and shut it behind me, resting against it, catching my breath. I look up and I am shocked to see Tobias standing there, half naked, with a confused expression on his face.

Then it hits me. Half naked. "Oh god!" I exclaim, covering my face and turning around the face the door. "I am so sorry!"

I hear him chuckle as he makes his way toward me, hopefully fully clothed at this point. "What's going on?" He asks me.

I don't want to risk seeing more than I should, so I keep my back to him. "Uhm nothing," I say quickly. And then I cringe. Why is it always a habit to lie first? "No that's a lie."

"Yeah I figured," he tugs on my arm. "I'm clothed, you can turn around now."

I turn around slowly, with one eye shut. "Okay," I say. "Good."

He looks at me curiously. "Why are you so nervous?" he asks. "It's not like you've seen me like that before?"

I shrug. "Because I walked in completely unannounced and I wasn't prepared."

"Prepared?"

I reach out and touch his chest through his shirt. "You have a really nice body, Four," I tell him.

"Tobias."

"Sorry."

"Go on."

"It's enough to take someone off guard," I tell him.

He grins and pulls me against him to kiss me. I lean into the kiss and grip his shirt tightly, pressing my body against his. He brushes his tongue against my lower lip and I let out a sigh as I part my lips and deepen the kiss. His hands go down to my waist and I am pushed up against the door. He groans against my lips before he pulls away and looks down at me.

"No distractions," He says. "Tell me what's wrong?"

I sigh and rest against the door. "Can't we just go back to kissing?"

He shakes his head. "Not just yet," he says taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. "Talk to me."

I sit next to him and shrug. "Where do I even start?"

"How about you start after I left you on the steps?"

"Well…" I say. "Al came up to me after you left."

"Oh no."

"Oh yeah," I say. "He wanted to talk to be about his feelings and how he felt about me and I couldn't handle two confessions of feelings."

"So what happened?"

"So I ran away."

"You ran away?" Tobias raises an eyebrow at me.

"I ran away," I nod. "Like a scaredy cat."

"Well I hope you can handle three confessions of feelings?" he asks. I narrow my eyes at him. "I'm crazy about you, Tris."

I roll my eyes. "Shut up," I say pushing his arm.

"I'm serious."

"I'm crazy about you," I tell him, feeling my cheeks start to redden.

"Good," he says with a grin.

I kiss his cheek before laying back on the bed. "You can go to dinner if you want," I tell him. "I don't want to go down there."

"Then we'll cook up here," He says.

I look up at him. "Yeah?" I say. "You don't think they'll notice that we're both missing from dinner?"

He shrugs. "Right now, I don't care about that," he says. "I am just worrying about my girlfriend."

I raise a brow at him. "Girlfriend, huh?"

He pulls me up from the bed and kisses my cheek. "You bet."

"Okay, let's get to cooking!" I grin at him and smack his ass as we walk into the kitchen.

He looks back at me, smirking. "Cheeky."

I stick out my tongue and hop up on the counter. "So what are we eating?" I ask.

"Steak, you ever have it?" he asks walking to the fridge.

"Nope," I say. "But I've heard it's delicious."

"Well you're in for a treat," Tobias says. "It's better than the hamburger."

"Well then if that's the case, it must be amazing."

He sets meat on the counter before walking over to me. He rests his hands on my thighs and kisses me again. "I'm really glad I met you."

I smile against his lips. "Me too."