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****Tobias's POV****

I find Tris curled in a ball on the side of the street, alone. She shakes and I have to carry her into the Jeep. I lay her down in the back seat and push my father's previous comments about what we do in the Jeep out of my head. Tris remains silent for the ride to her house, and I don't want to push her into saying anything. I wish I would have found her sooner.

"He burned, Tobias. He burned. And she helped me. And she killed him. And he didn't help me," she rambles on. I calm myself.

"Who, Tris? What are you talking about?" I ask her.

She takes a deep breath. "Eric started the fire. He came after me to get back at you and Peter for the dance, and then Peter found us while looking for Lauren. He didn't help me; he said we were even. Then Lauren came and helped me, and she chased after Eric. Peter was helping me out when we saw Lauren accidently push Eric into the fire." She chokes on the last part and begins to cry. "I didn't like him, not at all, but he's dead now."

I kiss her cheek and pick her back up. I carry her inside without being detected by her parents and set her on her bed, taking off her shoes and putting the blankets over her. I find my hoodie in one of her drawers and pull it over her head, hoping it will keep the smell of smoke at bay for the night. From the smell of it, though, I can tell her whole room will reak of acidic smoke tomorrow. I leave her door open and kiss her on the forehead. Then I sit down at her desk chair and wait for her to fall asleep.

She wakes up once, screaming and saying that she's burning. I console her and she falls back into her fitful slumber. Eventually, somewhere around two in the morning, I fall asleep.

****Peter's POV****

Lauren finally stops crying and hitting me when we get to her apartment, and I help her in. She drags herself to the bed and curls back up into a ball. I move to put a hand on her shoulder, unaware of how give solace to girls and people in general. She smacks my hand off immediately.

"Get the hell away from me!" she yells.

I put a hand to my temple. "Lauren, I'm sorry-"

She scoffs and looks back up at me, pushing a bundle of dark hair out of her face. "No, you're not, Peter. You're just some guy who needed a girl and a place to live. You're probably even happy that you're parents are dead! Ugh, we had a fling; that doesn't mean that we actually like each other."

Her words hurt me, but not in the way I imagined. Rejection always stings, no matter who it comes from, but this is a little deeper. The only thing that resembles this feeling is when Tris ran off with Four. I thought that Lauren and I might have been going somewhere; I even bought us a house! And yes, I was using her to get a person in my life, but isn't that what we all do?

The means justify the ends. And what are Lauren's ends? Her means- marrying me- are the same as mine. The result for her is a job, and that's all. Who is she to blame me for using her? I decide to speak my mind.

"A fling? Oh, right! We're going to be married soon, and you used me just as much as I used you! And I'm not happy my parents are dead. I'm upset that my mom is gone, and relieved my dad is, but I'm sure as hell not happy! Screw you," I utter.

I move out of the room, slam the door, and sit on the couch with my hands clasped against my face. I understand that she is upset she killed Eric, pissed I could have stopped it, and embarrassed that I'm seeing her in this state, but she crossed the line.

I sit there for hours while she undoubtedly cries. I hear strange noises coming from the bedroom- an odd shuffle, a stray sneeze- and know we either have to suck this argument up or we won't ever speak to each other. I suppose we're both being too stubborn and proud.

"Peter?" I hadn't noticed she had come in. I hadn't even noticed she had sat down beside me. She still looks angry, but the fire in her blue eyes has given way to her exhaustion. I sigh.

"What?" I say, more harshly than I intend to.

"I've never cried in front of anyone before. No one has ever seen me in a state like that. I always felt like I had to keep this mask on and block the world out, because it took my parents from me," she whispers.

"I thought you said you didn't care that your father was gone; that he deserved it."

She closes her eyes. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, I didn't mean it. He was arrogant and too sure of himself, and it got him killed."

"Sounds like mine…" I whisper almost inaudibly.

She nods her head and looks back at me. I realize in this moment, we'll either kill each other or work this out. We both need it to work out, but will our personalities let us? I take a glance at the clock and see it's almost two in the morning.

"Don't get me wrong, Eric deserved what he got. I'm just not happy that it was me who had to do it. I don't want to kill anyone, no matter how despicable they are."

I give her a look of understanding. "Being sorry doesn't help anything, I get it. But you know that Eric wouldn't have stopped chasing after Tris, and eventually you and me. He's ruthless, he's dangerous, and most importantly, he's cunning. He may not seem it, but he's smart."

She nods her head in agreement. "I shouldn't have blamed you. It's probably exactly what he wanted. Even in death he pits us against each other." She chuckles without humor, and I join her.

"It's alright; I should have helped Tris. She could've died."

Lauren gives me a look after a moment of silence. "If you tell anyone about this conversation- especially in Factionless Drive- I'll find a way to make Eric's ghost haunt you."

I chuckle and wrap an arm around her shoulder, which she surprisingly doesn't shrug off. I smirk at her.

"We're moving, remember?" I ask her.

She gives me a wide grin, revealing almost perfectly straight teeth in her smile. Her lips look darker in the shadowy light of night, and before I know it mine are on hers.

A/N: Yay for Petren! (Peter and Lauren) Thanks for reading, and please review!

Question of the Chapter: In light of the heaviness of the previous chapters, let's try a fun, completely unrelated question! Here it goes: What's your favorite book? (Besides Divergent)

We'll tell you our answers!

JerkNone: Hex Hall by Rachel Hawkins. Oh and I like Animal Farm by George Orwell and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Also, fanfiction-wise, I like one called Bliss, which is a Muse one.

JerkZero: Hush hush, Wake series (Wake, Fade, Gone), Mortal Instruments, the list goes on and on...

JerkDestroyer: HUSH HUSH, The Hunger Games, The Fault In Our Stars, Dead To You, Wake series, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Cryer's Cross, Delirium series, Pure, Matched series, Paper Towns, The Maze Runner series and many more!