A/N:

I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner! I was over my friend's house.

Anyways, I come bearing an update!

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I walk into the cafeteria and grab something that I think is supposed to be a hamburger, and I sit down with my normal group of friends.

I am greeted by half of them having gaping stares and the other half having their jaws dropped open. I'm already annoyed with them, and I don't even know what they're gawking about or why. I'm not sure that I want to know, but curiosity gets the best of me.

I'm too curious for my own good.

"What?" I snap. Nobody answers until Uriah breaks the silence.

Praise be for Uriah.

"We saw you walking and talking with…Four." He spits his name out like venom. I roll my eyes, trying to clearly show that I don't care slash that I'm annoyed.

"Your point is?" I ask.

"You and Four hate each other. I thought you guys did, at least," Marlene speaks up.

"Yeah, well, obviously not anymore. Or at least not as much. Now shut the hell up because I don't want to talk about it," I say. They all return to their food as if this little dialogue never happened. I have taught them well.

I hear my phone buzz from inside my pocket, and I dig in my bag that's set on the floor by my feet to get it.

(1) New Message: Four

I almost gasp in half joy half surprise, but I stop myself.

Hey. U look like ur having fun over there with your besties. Anyways, meet me where we were yesterday after school. I have, uh, something important 2 talk 2 u about…

I find myself smiling at his text message. Why, I'm not sure. I feel my gaze shift up from my phone and search for him. My eyes meet a pair of dark blue ones from across the room.

One thought fills my mind: He was looking for me, as well.

I'm not quite sure why, but this makes a feeling that I am not used to - or have experienced at all - to bubble up inside me.

He flashes me a smile, and I find myself grinning back.

I don't know why he's making me feel this way. He crushed me terribly a little more than two years ago. Yet, I find myself happier; lighter; more nonchalant and collected when he's near. Like half the school doesn't hate me. Like my parents actually pay more attention to me. Like he makes anything possible and worth it.

It's wrong, I know.

"What're you so happy about?" I hear Christina asking me. I shake my head. I don't need them to know my feelings.

"Just a message," I hear myself say. I don't say from who; they don't need to know.

"From who?"

Can't anything be private?

"No one," I say sharply, ending the conversation there.

Why is Four texting me such a big deal in my mind?

After lunch, I have art. This is one of the classes that I don't have with Four, and for some reason, I'm sort of disappointed.

I mean, we had a lot of fun in the library - surprisingly. We barely did any homework - more like make fun of the nerds that were there. I feel like I shouldn't be bonding with him; like I shouldn't be letting him this far in. I know he'll end up leaving me again; I just know. It always happens with these type of relationships.

Damn, I am getting softer. I need to work on that…

I walk into the art room after running into Four at my locker. It's funny how just yesterday morning he was taunting me and ripping me and kicking my books across the hallway.

I see that Uriah is already there, and he's the only one of my friends that is in this class. I sit next to him. Not like I honestly have a choice.

"Hey," I say, trying to show no emotion, but trying to be nice. He's one of my best friends; one of the only ones I honestly have.

I feel like my feelings have been pouring out of me for the past day or so.

"Hi," he says.

He's not smiling. It's weird to see Uriah not smiling; cracking a joke; being stupid. I look at him with a left eyebrow raised. He knows I want an explanation. I always want an explanation.

"I'm just…worried about you with Four. I know - it's stupid of me - but you're one of my best friends, and you're practically my sister, and we've known each other for a while, and I don't want to see you hurt again, and -" I cut him off before he makes his run on sentence run further. It's legs are probably already sore.

"Hey, Uriah. Thanks. Seriously. I honestly appreciate that you guys care, even if I don't act like I do. Don't worry, though; if he hurts me again, I'm going to kick his sorry ass. You know I'm capable," I say, holding in a pathetic laugh. He smirks.

"Yeah, I might have to help you with that if he does that again."

Art went by surprisingly quick. Tori - the teacher - just really wanted us to practice sketching anything to get the feel of it, and she let us talk. Uriah and I cracked stupid jokes and made fun of each others' sketches.

After art, I have AP Writing - which I know Four is in.

He showed me his schedule.

After switching books off at my locker, I walk into the class and see Four already sitting there with at least three girls surrounding him.

I want to laugh, but I know I shouldn't.

He looks annoyed. I laugh mentally instead of out loud and sit in the seat in front of him.

"Tris!" he says - relieved - when he notices me sitting in front of him.

"Hey, Four. I see you have some friends there. Mind introducing?" I joke. He rolls his eyes, but the girls just stay put; not saying anything. In fact, they look jealous that he's paying attention to me and not them

"They won't freaking get away from me," he whispers so only I can hear.

'Lemme help,' I mouth to him.

I stand up out of my chair and redo my ponytail. I notice that my blue highlights are fading a bit. They now resemble the color of my dull blue-grey eyes.

I walk over to the girls - at least I think they're girls. They look three fourths plastic.

"Excuse me, sluts, but I think my buddy Four here wants his own personal space. You do know that he has to breathe too, right?" I say, faking some sympathy for them. Obviously not enough. They just flip their extensions that they call hair and walk away. I never was a good actor in the performing arts class that I took last year. I do the same thing jokingly and sit back down. Four just gawks at me. I manage to laugh.

"What?" I ask, a smile still on my face. Why does he make me so happy and carefree?

"I've been trying to get rid of them for the past twenty minutes," he responds, running his fingers through his hair. I try not to get too lost in his eyes. I try laughing again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christina looking at us.

Shit. I forgot she was in this class.

I pretend as if I didn't see her until I see her walking towards us.

Shit shit shit shit shit…

"Hey, Tris," she says smiling at me. "Hello…Four." She scowls at him. "What're guys doing?"

I honestly want to avoid this conversation with her about Four. Especially with Four right in front of me. I glance at the clock and see that class doesn't start for another ten freaking minutes.

Damn…why did I come so early?

"Oh, I was, uh, just helping Four with something," I say. I'm not lying. I see Four smirking. I stifle a grin myself.

"With what?" Christina pushes.

"Girls," I state plainly.

"Girl problems or…" Seriously? Christina - of all people - knows, or rather should know to not question me further than I anticipate to answer. Something I acquired from Four.

Great. Now I'm picking up his stupid quirks.

"There were girls here bothering the shit out of him, and I shooed them away, okay?" I say, trying the end the conversation. She gives me a look that says, 'We'll talk about this later,' and walks away back to her seat.

"What the hell was that about?" Four asks.

"God only knows." I mentally slap myself. I get annoyed too easily. I should work on that, too. "Anyways, what did you need to talk to me about? You could just tell me here. I don't think anyone's actually paying attention to us. Other than Christina and your girl buddies over there," I say jokingly, trying desperately to change the subject ASAP.

His face goes a little pale. Either that, or it was my imagination. I don't think a human being can imagine changes of color in a face.

Whaaa-?

"I - um - I need to tell you why." My eyes widen. I know exactly what he means. I nod my head in understanding and turn around in my seat.

Is he seriously going to tell me what I lay awake at night thinking about?

The rest of hell - also know as high school - goes by as slow as possible. As soon as the last bell rings, I dart out of the class, telling Christina I'll talk to her later and that I have to meet someone. I never specified who or why I had to meet them.

I usually tell her most things.

She looked pissed.

I barge the school doors open and sprint across the football field, wanting to get to where we met yesterday as quick as I can.

I can see him sitting under the tree where I was sitting yesterday. I notice that it's obvious he's wearing the glasses that made me start calling him "Four". The black colored, square-ish rimmed glasses that I personally love on him.

I don't know why he doesn't wear them in public. Yeah, they make him look ten times less imitating, but they make him look more handsome.

What the eff am I saying?!

As I approach closer, I can see more clearly that he looks nervous.

What the hell is he so nervous about?

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