A/N: Welcome onto the mission a new author! JerkDestroyer will be helping us with this story! Thanks to reviewers, followers, and favoriters!

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Anna: We're glad you like that Peter had a childhood similar to Four's. We were trying to show that the cruelty affected them both in different ways, but that Peter is changing.

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Again, thank you to all reviewers and everyone that answered our QotC (Question of the Chapter) Now, on with the story:

***Peter's POV***

I hate Tris. She sent Julia over just to piss me off, and I know it! Why did she apologize to me if she was just going to send phase two of her plan? I don't deserve this; Eric was the one who bugged her phone in the first place! No matter what my feelings, though, I don't want to have to deal with Four right now.

My dad is dead, and my mom might as well be too. Officer Zeke says I can find someone to be paired with early, and I'm taking that opportunity. I don't want to be alone like this. Sure my dad was horrible to me, but he was family and all I had. Now I'm left with Eric. Eric, who thinks that dying puppies are a form of entertainment. Eric, who happily went behind my back with Julia, treating her like some kind of prostitute.

Zeke takes me in his cop car to the CDP, or Chicago Department of Pairings. It's a grand building made of concrete and glass with many windows. People are always there, whether it's rain or shine. Zeke pulls the cruiser into the small parking lot filled with expensive cars before hopping out. I follow him inside through a backdoor to find myself in the main lobby.

A girl is sitting in a chair crying, her mother by her side, and a boy leans against the counter with his face in his hands. Some of the kids here look happy beyond belief, but some of them look torn up inside and like how I feel. Zeke talks to a lady behind the counter before shepherding me to an elevator and up to the top of the building. I'm getting a little sick from all of the dizzying heights and jerks because the elevator is made of glass.

I toughen up and step out into a hallway lined with pristine white tile to match the walls. The entire place looks like a hospital and even the staff where all white. I'm taken into an office with a golden nameplate on it that's empty.

"What have you got for me this time, Zeke? I can't always work miracles," a female says. She turns in her chair to reveal a middle-aged woman with glasses and blonde hair.

Zeke chuckles at her, but she doesn't look amused. "This one's an orphan now, Ms. Matthews. He's got nobody left. Can't you give him a partner early?"

She sighs. "Ezekiel, you can't bring in every case you feel sympathy for. Do you know why my name plate's empty? It's because I'm not supposed to exist. But yet, here I am, the one who does the dirty work for this place to make sure everyone gets a partner."

"Peter you tell her how your parents died and how hard your life has been. Tell her about the abusiveness you've gone through. Persuade her to change her mind," Zeke says, giving me a serious look for once.

I take a deep breath, and then spill everything. From the first time I can remember my father hitting me for accidentally spilling my bowl of cereal, to just recently hitting Tris. I leave out my "persuasion" tactics on Tris simply because there's a cop in the room. I don't trust Ms. Matthews, but I need to convince her. When I finish, I give her my best helpless look.

She appraises the scars and bruises on my face, the way my hand is swollen from hitting my wall and father, and my looks in general. She speaks after a long time.

"Well, I suppose if you prove to me you have a sensitive side, I can find a girl for you. I don't know why, but most of the girls I see love to take on a case like yours, feeling like it's their responsibility to nurture boys who have been hurt. And your looks are definitely a plus… but, I don't know." She gives me a shrug.

"You don't know? Ms. Matthews, you must have something you can do for Peter!" Zeke cries out, receiving a sharp look to silence him.

Ms. Matthews stands from her desk and comes right in front of me, grabbing my chin and looking at my face in great detail. I forgot to take my pills this afternoon and am paying for it dearly now. My ribs throb as she studies me.

"Well," she huffs, "I do have one case that could be a match to yours. There's a girl who just recently escaped a rather rough homelife. She's desperate at this point for someone to come along so she can get a job and basic necessities."

She hurries back to her desk and shuffles through mounds of paperwork until she finally finds the right one. It's a profile of a girl named Lauren. Apparently, profiles are kept and updated for all citizens of Chicago, and Ms. Matthew's is the one who goes through them. When kids don't find mates, they are handpicked for certain people. I wonder just how much our jobs are up to our abilities.

Lauren has dark hair and blue eyes along with multiple piercings. She's pretty, I suppose, but I can't tell her height or body type based on the picture. Her father was killed a few years back, and her mom was an alcoholic. She ran away after she got out of school and joined some kind of gang. She doesn't exactly seem like the pleasant type.

"Did she come to you, too?" I ask Ms. Matthews, who snorts.

"Please? Her come to us? We got her out of a bad situation where she was almost killed and have been waiting for someone who could be with her. Every other boy we've gotten has come from a bad home and seems either abusive or broken. You're our only option for her."

I nod my head slowly. Lauren. I'm going to be stuck with her for the rest of my life, so I should probably meet her first. I doubt Ms. Matthews is going to let me do that, though. As if the world just wants to contradict me today, her next words are:

"You two will go to the upcoming town dance. Get a tux and be by the address on her profile to pick her up at seven. Oh, and be careful in that part of town, because that's where the homeless usually hang out."

I look at the address. It's on Factionless Drive, which is nothing but old abandoned buildings that have been turned into drug labs and places where hookers reside. A few homeless live there, but mostly gangs hang there to find some poor sap to mug or kill. Do I really have to go? I'll have to bring the Merc, since most girls would be opposed to riding a bike in a dress. That means I'll have to sneak by Eric's and get it.

I smack my head. Of course! I can take my dad's Porsche instead. Ms. Matthews and Zeke both stare at me as a red spot forms on my forehead, so I nod and leave. Seven o'clock tomorrow night. I can do this.

***Tobias's POV***

"Will you marry me?" Tris slides the ring on. I got it specially made. Engraved on the inside are our two names in a heart.

She hugs me, starting to cry into my shoulder. I pick her up bridal style and carry her down the stairs to the kitchen, where breakfast is made and in the center of the table. Caleb and her father sit at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee in silence. They both smile up at us when we come in.

"Hello, you two," her dad says, winking at me.

"Let me see your rings!" her mom squeals.

I set Tris down, keeping one hand on her waist, while we both hold out our left hands. My simple silver band goes perfect with her simple silver one with a square diamond set in its petite frame. I picked it out with Will, along with corsages for Tris and Christina. Will doesn't know if he's going to ask for Christina's hand yet; he says he doesn't want to rush it. They're both still sixteen and have plenty of time.

"Oh, I'm just so excited for you, Tris! Caleb says that Susan and him are getting eloped," she scowls in Caleb's general direction, "But you and Tobias want a big wedding, right?"

She looks to me and I know what she's thinking. She doesn't want to disappoint her mom, but she doesn't want a huge gathering. "I, uh, I wouldn't mind a medium-sized one."

Her mother sits us down at the table. "Alright, what is the color theme? I'm thinking blue and white, look the color of Tobias's eyes. I already have a guest list going, and I know you'll want chocolate cake, and I was thinking we could have it at the beach-"

Tris goes pale and interrupts her mother. "No, I want to have it here."

"What?" she asks.

Tris shakes her head. "I had a dream the other night, and Peter shot Tobias on the beach-"

"You're being ridiculous, Tris! Of course we can have it on the beach! Right Tobias?"

I look to Tris. "If Tris doesn't want to, then I'm okay with having it at the farm. It would be about the perfect size, and we would just need to plan on a sunny day…"

Tris gives me a grateful smile and looks back at her mom. We get most everything planned out, and her mom is willing to pay for most of it. My parents are on the guest list, but I know my mom won't show. My dad will probably claim to have some political thing to do that day, as he always does on important events of mine. I squeeze Tris's hand and announce that we're going to go out for lunch.

We pile into my Jeep, but I don't leave right away. I stare at her until she looks over at me, and then I pull her face closer to mine. I tilt her jaw back and press my lips against hers. Our kiss gets steamier and more passionate by the second, and I know I'm the one that has to break it off. When I do, I'm out of breath and almost unable to speak. I love her.

"Lunch," I mutter.

She runs a hand through her now messy hair. "Uh, yeah, good idea."

***Peter's POV***

(on the night of the dance)

The Factionless section of town is beyond creepy. I keep getting stares from people with long scraggly beards and too many coats on. The street light only makes it worse, as it shows girls in skanky outfits running about the place with men.

I stop the car and back up, realizing one those girls is Lauren. Great. She's being cornered by several men, and I get out of the car to head over there. The light of evening is fading fast, but I can see her standing there with a short black dress to match her hair and leather gloves that have the fingers cut off.

She's smiling at them. "Come any closer, and you'll see just how 'fine' I am."

The men, "ooh" at her, causing one of them to get smacked. She shoots him a wicked grin that says, 'I told you so,' before looking up to me.

"What's a pretty boy like you doing out here?" she asks with a smirk.

"I'm your date," I reply sharply. She laughs.

"Sorry boys, apparently I've gotta run. Nice talking with you, though," she says with a wave. She hops into the Porsche, making sure to smear mud on the interior from her boots. I roll my eyes at her.

"Did you steal this thing?"

"No, it was my dad's."

"He let you borrow it?" she asks.

"He's dead," I say through gritted teeth. She gives me a mock pout.

"So's mine. Serves him right, though. Do you even know where you're going? The town's civic center is down that way," she points behind us.

"I want to avoid those men."

She scoffs. "Jeanine said you were a looker, but I didn't realize you were such a coward."

I slam on the brakes again and glare at her. "Listen, if we're going to be stuck with each other for the rest of our lives, could you at least shut up?"

She takes off her gloves. "No. If we're going to be stuck with each other then you need to leave me alone, got it? I didn't ask for you, just someone who could get me a job. I don't care about men, only about money."

"Good to know," I reply, then continue down the road. I can see the men in the rearview mirror but ignore them. Maybe I could just drop her off again…

She stays silent, which is blessing for the both of us. I drive to the civic center, which is lavishly decorated in lavenders and blues. Balloons and streamers are blowing in the wind, falling on people and tripping them up.

"This looks cute," Lauren says with a pinched face.

I sigh. "Listen, just put up with this, and then we can get married. Then we don't ever have to speak to each other again, alright? We'll get a house with two bedrooms."

She laughs at that and gets herself out of the now parked Merc.

"Now you're getting the picture, pretty boy!" she calls out over her shoulder.

I jog to catch up with her brisk pace, only to almost collide with her when she stops. She glares up at me and I have to wonder what I've done wrong now. She jabs a finger in my chest as if she's not intimidated by me at all.

"Before we go in there," she points to the entrance, "let's get this straight. I know why I need you, but what's in it for you, huh? What do you want from me? Some sob story about how rough my childhood was?"

I'm taken aback. "You admit you need my help, but won't tell me your feelings?"

She huffs and blows a piece of hair out of her face, slamming her finger harder into my chest. "Asking for help isn't a weakness, not asking for it is." She thunks my forehead. "You sure you gotta brain up there, prettyboy?"

I scowl and squeeze two fingers together. "I'm this close to shutting you up."

She crosses her arms across herself and shrugs. "Do it."

I grab her wrists and pull her closer to me, and bring my head to hers. My lips collide with her lips, shutting her up. I see Julia and Eric approaching in the distance.

A/N: Question of the chappie! Is there anything you regretted doing like how Julia cheated on Peter with Eric? What and Why?