I don't know about you guys, but school started for me today, and it sucks. I HAVE CORNELL NOTES FOR HOMEWORK. A WHOLE CHAPTER. AND IT'S JUST THE FIRST DAY :(

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Uriah: Okay, let's begin Candor or Dauntless!
Augustus: What's Candor?
Isaac: I can't see anything.
Prim: What's Dauntless
Tris: Don't you guys know? The five factions.
Peeta: What's a faction? And there are twelve.
Katniss: No, we have districts. And there are actually thirteen, Peeta.
Hazel: No, we live in the normal world.
Tris: I thought we had a war and everything else was destroyed, except for Chicago.
Four: I'm confused.
Hazel: Wait, factions and districts? What the heck?
Gale: Have you escaped the fence yet?
Zeke: You guys have a fence too? Ours is heavily guarded, and we don't know what's out there.
Katniss: Oh, our fence is just a broken electricity one and we've been outside.
Peeta: Don't just tell them that, they could be working for the Capitol!
Augustus: What's the Capitol?
President Snow: It's the most amazing place in all of the districts.
Katniss: Get out of here, I am the mockingjay and I should have shot you instead of President Coin!
Katniss: *shoots President Snow and he leaves*
Tris: President? We have leaders. But most of them are jerks, like Jeanine.
Prim: Jeanine? The name sounds like something Buttercup growled while choking.
Christina: Buttercup? I am so confused!
Peeta: Who wants some bread? *holds up newly baked piece of bread*
Tris: NO, NO, GET THAT AMITY BREAD AWAY FROM ME.
Uriah and Zeke: I WANT IT GIMME *Takes bread from Peeta*
Four: NO THAT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA
Uriah and Zeke: *Spits out bread* This is not Amity bread. Do you have any Dauntless cake?
Peeta: Dauntless cake? I just bake normal cakes...
Four: I like cake.
Peeta: Cake is good.
Tris: ...
Will: Why are we even here?
Marlene: I have no idea.
Clove: KNIFE KNIFE MOTHAF*CKASSSS!
Katniss: CLOVE HAS A KNIFE, GET HER FINNICK!
Finnick: *stabs her with trident*
Lynn: That's not bloody at all...
Tris: Oh, I know someone like that, Peter! Clove and him would make a good couple.
Cato: No way beotch, I already have her.
Peter: You called Tris?
Tris: Peter go away!
Four: Don't make me punch you!
Everyone: *fights each other with special weapons*
Isaac: WTF IS GOING ON I CAN NO SEE

Have you heard the song 'Lip Gloss?'
Tris: What you know bout me?
What you, what you know bout me?
What you know bout me?
What you, what you know
Tris: Is that my divergence is cool, my divergence is poppin'
Tris: passing my fear landscape and all the leaders be laughin'
Tris:What you know bout me?
What you, what you know bout me?
What you know bout me?
What you, what you know
Tris: Is that my divergence is poppin'
My divergence is weird
All the boys keep on jockin
And chase me after fears

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Chapter XXXI. The First Fight

TRIS

Everyone begins to file out of the room in an orderly fashion, and a part of me misses the carelessness of the Dauntless.

I watch as Tobias rises from the chair. He stops, straightening herself out, and then walks over to Christina and I, and while I refuse to make eye contact, Christina looks right up at him, eyes wet with tears.

"Christina," Tobias says, his voice a pitch deeper. "He had a gun. He was about to shoot me. He was under the simulation."

"You killed him," Christina whispers, eyes wide, and fists clenched so tightly they are turning red.

Tears swim in her melancholy dark brown eyes.

A younger girl with the same caramel skin tone and height takes her hand—Christina's younger sister. I recognize her from Visiting day. Or, hide-where-Marcus-can't-find-me day, I think.

I can't help but chuckle a little at my nickname for Visiting day.

I hear another voice tear through the crowd. "You okay bro?" Uriah asks, putting his hand on Tobias's shoulder in the way a concerned brother would.

"Yeah," Tobias says.

I look down grimly. Uriah notices and gives me a small hug.

"Hey," he says, squeezing my shoulder and causing Tobias's eyes to flare in jealousy. "He did what he had to do, right? To save us from being Erudite slaves. Christina will understand that eventually," He tells Tobias. "When the grief fades."

I suppose Uriah is right, but he could have shot him in the knee. Or the foot. Or the hand. If only I had known that was Will.

I stand uncomfortably next to Tobias, who teeters from foot to foot nervously. I feel tension radiate off of him.

Uriah whistles a low, quick whistle. "Well. It just got awkward. So I'm going to go now, and leave you lovebirds alone…" he trails off, gives me a smile, then walks away.

When the people in the room file out, some Dauntless brush against Tobias and murmur words of gratitude, compliments, and reassurance. Others however, give him a look with narrowed eyes, as if he was a traitor.

And I'd agree with them myself if I didn't see the situation occurring before the time of Will's death.

"I got our weapons back," I say stiffly, handing him the knife.

He shoves it in his pocket without looking down at me. His eyes finally meet mine.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. I nod.

I find my feet interesting when I realize something: everyone knows about me.

"Tobias…" I whisper, tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Everyone knows. Everyone. The abuse, my real name, my birth parents."

He envelops me in a hug, and I clutch onto his shirt.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," He says silently.

Okay," I whisper back.

He puts his arm stiffly around my shoulders awkwardly. My hand travels to his hip, and I pull his body closer to mine, currently needing the comfort.

We go up the elevator and into a crowded hallway, and I pull two cots together, and we lie down and go to sleep.

-o0o-

When I wake up, I feel the sudden absence of heat. I look to my left and find Tobias gone.

Sitting up, I scan the room for him.

Nothing.

I stand up slowly, and stretch with a sigh.

I find a hint of dark brown hair across the room, and approach her.

"Christina?" I ask reluctantly, knowing that she is mad with my boyfriend.

I am too.

She turns to me, face red and eyes tear-stained.

"What?" she snaps.

"Look Chris," I say, furrowing my eyebrows. "Tobias did what he had to. He would have been shot,"

"But he could have just shot his foot!" she exclaims.

I see that we think alike, I think. "Christina," I say, voice calm and steady, "He acted in the midst of danger. He had to think fast, and act faster." She looks up at me. "If he didn't, we'd all probably be walking around as mind-controlled zombies."

She sniffs, and wipes tears from her eyes with the back of her right hand. "Okay. I understand Be-Four," She gives me a half-smile. "But I still don't accept his apology a hundred percent, and I'm still quite upset," Her lips turn down again.

I smile slightly. "Thanks for calling me by my nickname," I say. "I appreciate the fact that you aren't trying to remind me of my past," I say.

She nods, looking away. I frown, she's still pissed.

I decide not to push it, and leave her alone.

I sit back down on my cot, staring up at the ceiling, and wondering where Tobias went.

When he finally comes back, we stand alone in the elevator.

I look down, frowning.

"You didn't tell me," I say monotonously. "Why not?"

"Because I didn't…" he shakes her head. "I didn't know how to."

I scowl. "It's pretty easy, Tobias,"

"Oh yeah," he says, giving me a look. "It's so easy. All I have to do is go up to you and say, 'By the way, I shot Will, your best friend, and now guilt is ripping me to shreds, but what's for breakfast?' Right? Right?" His voice drips with sarcasm. "How about you try shooting the love of your life's best friend and not feel guilt."

I'm the love of his life? My heart pounds, and my glare melts.

I peck his cheek and wrap my arms around him.

It's not exactly his fault. He had to act in the midst of danger, which is what a Dauntless soldier is expected to do anyways.

"Tobias," I say gently. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't beat you up. I know where you're coming from; having to act in that short time frame." I look up into his deep blue eyes. "You saved us. All of us."

I look down. "I just meant that…I wish you trusted me enough to tell me things like that. I mean, I had to find out that you almost drowned in a water tank from Caleb. Your own brother." At this, his eyes grow dark. "Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"

"Other things seem stranger," he spits. "Like finding out that your girlfriend's supposedly dead mother is still alive by seeing her in person. Or overhearing her plans to ally with the factionless, but she never tells you about. That seems a little strange to me."

He heard that conversation? Is the first thing that comes to my head, and then I register the rest of his words into my brain.

I pull back from the hug roughly.

"Don't pretend this is only my problem," Tobias says. "If I don't trust you, you don't trust me either."

"I thought we would get to those things eventually," I say, regretting the words as soon as they leave my lips. "Do I have to tell you everything right away?" I say, starting to get angry and irritated; I've never had a good temper. One thing I got from Marcus.

And only that thing.

"God, Four!" he snaps, and I almost flinch. "You don't want to have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?"

I feel the way he spits out my Dauntless nickname is like a knife, sharp and has a possibility of hurting someone.

And it does.

I turn to him, mouth slightly agape.

"First of all, don't use that name like a weapon against me," I say, pointing at him. "Second, I was not making plans to ally with the factionless; I was just thinking it over. If I had made a decision, I would have said something to you. And third, it would be different if you had actually intended to tell me about Will at some point, but it's obvious you didn't."

"I did tell you about Will!" he says. "That wasn't the truth serum; it was me. I said it because I chose to."

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"I was aware. Under the serum. I could have lied; I could have kept it from you. But I didn't, because I thought you deserved to know the truth," he spits.

I feel fire rise in my cheeks as I scowl angrily. "What a way to tell me!" I roar. "In front of over a hundred people! How intimate!"

"Oh, so it's not enough that I told you; it has to be in the right setting?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and his voice. "Next time should I brew some tea and make sure the lighting is right, too?"

I let out a frustrated grunt, feeling small tears running down my cheeks and turning around. When I turn back, he recoils, probably at my still tear-stained cheeks. I don't know if he's ever seen me cry this easily before.

I don't usually let people in like I did with Tobias. No one, not even Marcus knew me well enough to hurt me and have the wounds sting deep.

"Sometimes," I say quietly, "it isn't easy to be with you, Tobias." I look away, knowing my words hit him.

I suppose I know how to hurt him, too.

He sighs. "I'm sorry," he says, no anger in her voice. "I should have been honest with you."

I want to forgive him. I do, really. I want this to end.

But what if this happens again?

What if he hurts someone else, or worse, what if he hurts herself and he doesn't have the strength to tell me?

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" I remark.

"What else do you want me to say?" he replies. When I look up into his eyes, it's obvious that I hurt him. I feel the slightest bit of me feel guilty.

I shake my head, closing my eyes to keep the tears from spilling over. "Nothing, Tobias. Nothing."

I stand up and walk away. And I can't help but feel that half of me has been taken away from me.

-o0o-

"Okay, what the hell are you doing here?" a familiar voice demands.

I look up from the mattress I sit on in one of the hallways. I wanted to take my mind off of Tobias's and my fight.

My eyes flick up and gaze into Lynn's dark brown ones.

"I'm sitting," I say with a slight frown. "Why?"

She sighs. "You're ridiculous, is what you are." She sighs in frustration. "Get your act together. You are the great and fearless Four! You're Dauntless, and it's time you start acting like it. You're giving us a bad rep among the Candor."

I raise an eyebrow. "And how exactly am I doing that?" I almost snap, a little annoyed with my friend.

She scoffs. "Clearly by acting like you don't know us," She matches my tone.

"I'm just doing Christina a favor. She's pissed at Tobias,"

"Whatever," Lynn sighs impatiently. "Come on."

Well, I got nothing to do and I have to get Tobias off of my head, I think.

I get up and follow her down a series of hallways.

"Where's your scary boyfriend?" she teases.

My lips pucker as if I just tasted something sour. "He's not scary," Wait, he is, I finish off in my head. I was definitely intimidated by him during initiation.

"Sure he's not, he just makes little kids tremble and shit their pants for no reason." She says with a smirk. I can't help but laugh.

"I don't know where he is."

She shrugs. "Well, you can grab him a bunk too. We are trying to forget those Dauntless-Erudite bastard children. Pull together again."

I laugh. "Dauntless-Erudite bastard children, huh?"

She grins. "Yep."

She pushes open a door.

"Welcome back to temporary Dauntless,"

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