'You look like hell,' I say to Tobias, by way of morning greeting. Tobias looks like he hasn't slept all night. There are dark shadows under his eyes, and he looks exhausted. I saw him, too. He stumbled in at three in the morning, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. I bet he's been busy.

I know he'd been invited for a game of Dare. Even I've heard about Dare. A true Dauntless game. I don't know why he was chosen by Amar. Out of all the transfers, everyone knows I'm the best. I am the only unbeaten one. Not counting Tobias, but he's just lucky. I won because of skill, Tobias won because his opponents were pathetic. I'm so much better than him.

But no matter. I've been busy too.

Last night, I went over to Erudite headquarters. I figured now would be the best time, while everyone's all drunk and out playing Dare. After a bit of persuasion, Jeanine told me everything I needed to know. I knew she'd help. Erudite know that knowledge is power, and I could do with a bit of that right now.

I learned everything. Tobias's parents, family tree, background information. And of course, his name. Tobias Eaton. Like I'm going to keep calling him Four after this.

The information was very, very interesting. His mother is factionless. Evelyn Johnson-Eaton. A former Erudite, of all places. Which would technically mean that Tobias is part Erudite. But faction before blood, he's just a Stiff. He'll always be a Stiff to me. I've talked to a few Erudite, and they remember her. Said that she transferred to the Stiffs, and became factionless a few years later. From what they say, there are a lot of people who think she's dead. And his father? Marcus Eaton. Let's just say that I have a lot of information I can use against him now…

I have to admit that I'm vaguely surprised about Tobias. His father is a government council representative. And he seems to be very, very cruel…

I search my brain for something snarky to say to Tobias. Then I suddenly remember that I'm fighting him today. About time too. I need an excuse to punch him in the face. 'I hope that when you lose, you don't use it as an excuse. Because I would've beat you anyway.' Why would Tobias think he has any hope against me?

This is going to be fun.

I get up, stretch, and leave the dormitory. Seven minutes and thirty-three seconds early, according to my watch, but who cares? I'll get in some valuable punching time.

I hit the bag, again and again, pretending it's Tobias's face. That would be nice. After a while, I give up and imagine my victory. If - when, not if - I beat him, I'll be the only unbeaten transfer. Maybe the only unbeaten initiate this year! If that doesn't make for a first-ranked initiate, nothing does. I really, really want to be first-ranked. A transfer, coming first…That'd give everyone a shock. It hasn't happened for a while. I've been asking around in that department, too. Dauntless-borns have been first for the past six years. I'd love to show everyone that Dauntless-borns aren't the only people who can come first.

Eventually Amar arrives, and the other initiates a few minutes later. I search for Tobias amongst the combined crowd of Dauntless-borns and transfers, but he isn't there. Where the hell is he?

Five, ten, fifteen minutes in the arena. Fights and fights and fights, Dauntless-born and transfers, and Tobias still doesn't arrive. What's going on?

Suddenly, the door bangs open. Tobias rushes into the room. His laces are untied, his short hair is sticking up, he's out of breath and he generally looks even more of a mess than he did when he woke up. I almost - almost - hope he was in a better condition. He's too easy to beat right now. But I hate him so much.

Amar raises his eyebrows and gives him a pointed look. I hope he's going to tell Tobias off. No such luck, however - Amar's always had a soft spot for Tobias. I hate thinking it's because of his four fears; in my mind it's probably because Tobias is a Stiff. Pitying him and all that. 'Nice of you to join us,' Amar says to him. 'Tie your shoes and don't waste any more of my time.'

As Tobias tightly knots his shoes and tucks the ends of the laces under, I give him my death glare and crack my knuckles.

I take a slightly Erudite approach, do what I did for my last opponents. Analysing targets, points that would hurt. He's holding himself a little awkwardly - the ribs would probably be a pressure point. And the face. No one is immune to a punch in the jaw.

We face off. As usual, I get the first hit and punch him hard in the face, right in the jaw. He stumbles back. Then I kick him in the ribs. He tries to move but it doesn't work.

'This is easier than I thought it would be,' I say. I knew it would be easy, but I haven't even been hit yet.

Suddenly he uppercuts me in the stomach. Pain spreads through my body and in my fury I hit him with my hand, aiming for his face but getting his ear. He winces, and falls, but pushes himself up again. I remember the way he wouldn't give Sean a break, refusing to stay down for more than a few seconds.

'You know, I think I've figured out your real name.' I haven't figured it out, Jeanine told me, but I had my suspicions already. I try for his face again, but get his collarbone instead. 'Should I tell them, Eaton? Get everything out in the open?' I say softly. I'm debating on whether or not to say it now, Tobias Eaton, when he punches me, and punches me again, and again, and again.

Too late, I realise that in contemplating whether to tell everyone his secrets, I've let my guard down.

I didn't know that it was possible to feel this much pain and still be conscious. There's so much pain that it seems a waste of time to make an inventory of it, especially as it's still flooding in.

All the different types of pain blur into one, and my thoughts spiral into blackness.

A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter :P I couldn't really think of much to say without making it seem like a filler chapter. Here's a fair warning: updates are going to slow down due to the great and terrible think known as school. To be more precise, I have exams. Mock exams, but they really matter. I skipped a year, so instead of going into year seven I went into year eight. That was a while ago, but I missed a whole year. Therefore I have a heck of a lot of revision to do. I'm still going to update this as fast as I can!

Here's a question: What's your OTP in Divergent? Mine is Tris/Tobias. Cliché but true… Leave your answer in a review, I'm interested to know what you think!