Tobias POV

Anyone can tell from Tris' personality that she's Divergent. Well, possibly. I want to find out, to be sure, but I also don't want to put her at risk at being found out by the Erudite.

I lead Tris to our spot, the place where I usually change. It seems like the most private place, where nobody can find us.

"So…" she says. "Four fears."

"Four fears then; four fears now," I say while nodding.

"I know you're…" she says, then whispers, "Divergent." She continues, "Which were your two results?"

I smile at her and lead her to a flat, dry rock, and let my legs hang off the cool stone. Tris sits next to me, and I let go of her hand before answering. "Abnegation and Dauntless, but I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different. All your life you've been training to forget yourself, so when you're in danger, it becomes your first instinct." She thinks about it for a minute and nods in agreement.

Then she says, "I left Abnegation because I wasn't selfless enough, no matter how hard I tried."

"That's not entirely true." I smile at the thought of us together in Abnegation. I'd still probably fall for her there, just in a safer area. "That girl who was willing to help me after seeing my back, who hit my dad with a belt to protect me-that selfless girl, that's not you?"

"I really wanted to join Dauntless to get away from Marcus, but I didn't want to join the faction based on bravery when I would've been doing it for cowardly reasons. I don't think I really belong here," I added.

"But you're incredible…" she clears her throat, "I mean, by Dauntless standards. Four fears is unheard of. How could you not belong here?" I don't know how to respond to that; she thinks I'm incredible. My heart skips a beat. Maybe she likes me too?

I lean in closer to her and look at her. I smile again when I see her breathing becomes hitched. "I like you."

Her cheeks blush, but she doesn't say it back. "But you're older than I am, Tobias."

I bite back my laugh and smile. "Yes, that whooping two-year gap really is insurmountable, isn't it?"

She seems shocked and tries to find a way to reply. "I'm not trying to be self-depreciating," she says, "I just don't get it. I'm younger. I'm not pretty. I-"

I laugh at that and kiss her temple. "Don't pretend," she says, "you know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty."

She's not pretty, that word is too small. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up. (sound familiar?:)

"Fine. You're not pretty. So?" I kiss her cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave. And even though you found out about Marcus, you're not giving me that look. Like I'm a kicked puppy or something."

"Well," she says, "you're not."

I quietly look into her bright eyes for a second. Then I touch her face and lean in close, touching her lips with mine. We're both from Abnegation, so this is definitely our first time. I pull away from her, feeling awkward. I look back at her shocked, confused face and smile. I take her face into my hands and pull her in again, kissing her more firmly. She wraps her arm around me and slides her hand up my neck and into my hair.

A few minutes later, we rise, and I lead her out of the chasm.

I'm sorry if you guys don't like this chapter, but I have no idea what a relationship is like. Please review!:)