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Chapter 3:

Tris' POV:

After work, I head back to my room. After initiation, we were all given a room. Mine is the same as any other, with simple white walls, a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a small couch. I sit on my bed, thinking. Why did Tobias come in earlier? Who was he looking for? I'm about to think of possible answers when someones busts into my room. My head shoots up to see Christina, a huge smile on her face, carrying a bunch of shopping bags. This can't be good for me.

"You know knocking was invented for a reason, right?" I tease her.

She rolls her eyes, pulling various items out of one of the bags.

"Whatever. Anyway, Zeke's party is in an hour. So I brought some things to help you get ready," she smirks at me.

I groan. "If this is more eyeliner and a revealing outf-"

Christina cuts me off by putting a hand up. "Just let me work my magic," she jokes.

I sigh, but give in. No matter how much I don't want to do this, no one argues with Christina. I strip from my black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers and dress in a black dress Christina gives me. It's very tight, clinging to me everywhere, and shows off any chest I might have. It has a sweetheart neckline and hits at about mid-thigh. Other then that, it's simple.

She then hands me black sparkly heels which I slip on, but I'm pretty sure I won't be walking more then a few feet at a time with these on. She then makes me sit down and does my makeup, which is only some black eyeliner and shimmery lipgloss. She pulls something else out of a smaller bag; earrings. They're sparkly and black, and I have to admit, I like them. I slip them into my ears while she french braid each side of my hair and then brings it back into a high ponytail.

When I look into the mirror, I'm stunned. I can hardly even tell it's me. I no longer look like the plain Abnegation girl. I am Dauntless now, and I definetly look like it.

"I have to admit, this looks pretty good. Besides the heels. I'm gonna trip and fall on my face,"

Christina rolls her eyes and beams at me. "I knew you'd like it!" she exclaims.

I glance at her. She's wearing a short black dress with a revealing neckline and black pumps. Her hair is curled and falls elegantly along her face, framing it perfectly. She really is beautiful.

"You look great too, Chris," I admit.

Christina hugs me. "Thanks, Tris. Oh, and Four came by earlier and apologized. We're gonna meet him at the party, alright?"

I'm shocked. It's not like Tobias to apologize. But this is his girlfriend. Of course he would apologize. If he snaps at Christina again, I will punch him.

I force a smile even though I really don't want to see him. Hopefully Christina can't tell. "Sure, that sounds good," I reply.

Christina smiles at me, and then checks her watch. "We should probably be going. Zeke's party is in 10 minutes," she says, linking her arm through mine.

I follow her out the door and tune out whatever she's saying to me. Hopefully I made the right choice by going to this party.

Tobias' POV

I wait for Christina at the entrance of Zeke's place. The music is extremely loud, but you get used to it. Dauntless music is pretty much loud screaming and heavy guitar, but it's better then nothing.

After a few minutes I spot Christina walking over to me, a huge smile on her face as she spots me. My stomach drops as I see she's with Tris. Of course she is, stupid. That is her best friend. I frown. Tris is laughing at something Christina says and then her eyes meet mine and her smile disappears. I try to ignore that she looks unhappy to see me.

"Hey," I greet Christina, wrapping my arms around her in a hug.

She kisses me on the cheek. "Sorry it took so long," she says.

I shrug and give her a small smile. "I don't mind waiting,"

Just as I finish my sentence Zeke walks over, holding a beer.

"Hey man," he nods to me, his words slightly slurred. How he manages to drink that much already, I have no idea. He then looks at Tris and grins. I fight the urge to glare at him.

"You're looking good tonight. You want to dance, Tris?" he asks.

Tris smiles back, but shakes her head. I hold back a laugh when I notice she looks grossed out.

Zeke shrugs and leaves. I stand there awkwardly, and Christina breaks the silence.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," she announces, then she's lost in the crowd of Dauntless.

I turn to Tris. "Can we talk?" I plead, my tough guy charade gone. Tris knows what I'm really like.

Tris sighs, running her fingers through her braided hair. When she doesn't give me an answer I continue.

"I didn't mean to snap at Christina like that. I've just been really frustrated lately. I'm sorry," I apologize. And it's true. I have been frustrated, but not because of work, or whatever Tris might think. I've been frustrated because of her.

Tris doesn't say anything for awhile and I can almost see the gears in her mind turning. And then she smiles at me, a perfect smile.

"Okay, I forgive you. But if it happens again I'll have to punch you," she teases, grinning at me.

I let out a sigh of relief and smile back at her. Christina still isn't back yet. I look around, trying to act like I don't notice the awkward silence.

"So, do you dance, Four?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

I don't. In fact, I'm a horrible dancer. Instructor Four definetly doesn't dance. But tonight I'm Tobias. When I'm around Tris, atleast.

"Uh, no. I'm a terrible dancer," I reply truthfully, blushing a little.

Tris notices and smirks. Oh great. Here comes the teasing.

"Am I really seeing Four, the Dauntless prodigy, blush? Oh, I wish I could get a picture," she jokes, chuckling as the blush deepens.

I look away, embarrassed. Usually I would brush it off and laugh, but this is Tris. Tris, who knows who I really am.

She seems to notice my discomfort and stops the teasing.

"But seriously, let's dance. Even if you just stand there and sway, it qualifies," she explains.

I think it over. Now, besides being stuck between a bunch of people, I'll still be with Tris. Close. Almost touching. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. And Christina will find us eventually.

"Uh, sure," I reply, even though I am nervous. What if she thinks I'm an idiot? I can't even dance! Tris grabs my hand out of the blue and my eyes widen. Suddenly, making a fool out of myself seems worth it. She leads me to the middle of Zeke's apartment, where the music is the loudest. It's nearly loud enough to make you go temporarily deaf, but like I said, I'm used to it.

Tris looks up at me as she starts gently swaying to the loud, pounding music. I stand there, not moving a muscle. I glance around, frantically searching to see what other people are doing.

"C'mon Four. You're just standing there! Here, just do this," and with that she places her hands on my waist and I'm on fire. Is she really touching me right now? She starts moving my waist with her hands and I'm tempted to laugh at how ridiculous it all looks. Me, one of the most well known Dauntless members, with Tris, the small blonde girl from Abnegation, holding onto my waist and attempting to move me.

I grin at her, all of my fear pushed aside for the moment.

"Enjoying yourself there, Tris?" I question with a smirk.

She immediately pulls away and her cheeks turn bright red. I chuckle and she continues to dance.

"How are you and Christina?" Tris blurts out randomly.

I'm startled that she would ask this. "Uh, we're fine I guess. What about.." I trail off, not sure if I should finish the question. I'm afraid that maybe they are together. I push my fear aside and ask it anyways.

"What about you and Uriah?" I finish the question. I watch her facial expression turn to relaxed to shocked.

"W-what? Me and Uriah? Why would you ask that?" Tris looks utterly confused and I have to keep from grinning. I was sure that they liked eachother, but it appears I'm wrong.

"I just assumed. A friend of mine saw you guys kissing," I lie. I'm taking a risk here. If Tris asks what friend, I'm in trouble. But I still want an explanation.

Tris looks even more confused now. And then she looks amused. She starts laughing, softly at first, but then she's hardely breathing.

"T-that.. Was.. A dare!" she gasps out, still laughing.

Now it's my turn to be confused. A dare? Who would dare her to kiss Uriah?

She finally calms down, but she's still grinning.

"We were playing truth or dare and Will dared me to kiss Uriah sometime that day," she explains.

Oh. Now I feel stupid. I bite my lip and try to keep from looking embarrassed.

"I don't like Uriah. We're just not compatible, honestly. I like... uh.. Someone else," she blushes at the last part and then she looks like she wants to take it back.

Any relief about her not liking Uriah is gone. Jealousy builds up inside me, starting at the pit of my stomach and then building up everywhere. She likes someone else? Who? Will, maybe? Zeke? Eric? I cringe at the last name and suddenly, I'm not feeling well. Nausea builds up inside me.

"I, uh, have to go. I'm late for, uh, something," I stutter out, not caring how lame it sounds.

I push through the crowd, feeling worse with each step, and run towards my room.

That's it. She likes someone else.