Shout out to Luvkitties22 and QueenOfStalkers for being my first reviewers! I love you guys!

Okay I keep updating because I am staying home sick, so I have nothing to do but write. When I get better the chapter flow will most likely lessen.

Anyway, enjoy the next installment! :)

"Hey Stiff," I call out when we're out of the cafeteria. She turns to look at me, and her body tenses. Her dark eyes are like blades cutting into me.
"Don't hurt me," she urges, except her tone sounds more angry than scared.
She thinks I'm here to attack her. She's wrong. But why am I here in the first place? I don't know what I'm supposed to say.
"I've noticed you've been quiet lately." I begin.
She looks at me with rage. "And you care because...?"
She's right. Why do I care how a Stiff feels? It shouldn't matter to me.
"I don't know," I try, "It's just that, I feel guilty inside. That I make you feel that way, even though..." I drift off. Even though I hate her. I hate her for no apparent reason.
She folds her arms. "What? Finish you sentence, you can't just stop like that." I can tell she's in no mood for forgiving.
I take a deep breath. I have to finish what I started. "I still don't like you, okay? But I just want to find a way to stop you from looking like your about to slit your wrists every day." I bite my tongue. That sounds insensitive.
She looks at me with disgust. "You know, I really hate the truth sometimes."
At least she knows I'm not lying to her. "That doesn't matter. What matters is we have to stop this or else both our lives are gonna suck."
Her expression is wary, and she doesn't say anything for a while. She's annoying me, staying quiet like that.
"Well are you gonna believe me or not?" I ask, raising my voice a bit. "I've been told that I'm pretty good at telling the truth."
"Is this is some kind of sad excuse for an apology?" She snaps. Her words are like venom. "Cause I'm not accepting it."
I think about that. I'm not really sure what it is, or what my intentions are.
"I don't know," I respond. "I just feel bad. I'm not a person who likes to hurt people. But I couldn't help myself that day. It was something I'd always wanted to get out. It's not something I can ever help, I guess. And now I see you like this, and it makes me guilty."
Her expression isn't as tense anymore, but it's still hard. She believes me. Of course she does, she'd be stupid not too. I don't know how to speak anything but the truth.
"You can't take it back, you know," she says, her voice low. "It's still going to hurt me. Everything you said."
She's trying to make me feel even worse for her.
What a selfish act. I know why she left Abnegation.
"Enough of the pity party," I groan. I hate people who do that, feel bad for themselves so that others do too. "Now we can either go on hating each other, or we can start over. Your choice." My tone is impatient.
"An offer? More like signing my soul to the devil." She scoffs.
"Sure," I respond. "Call it what you'd like."
She still looks at me skeptically. I can tell shes trying to decide whether to believe me or not. Her eyes narrow at me, like she's looking into my soul. After a few moments of silence, she holds out her hand for me to shake. "Truce?" She suggests.
I hesitate for a second before acting. "Truce," I take her hand and shake it. The tone of my reply is indifferent, but it still means the same thing.
An agreement to end the hostility.
A promise to keep the peace.