*Here's chapter 16! I'm hoping to get chapter 17 up some time tonight, but you know what that requires! Also, shout out to melC92-you rock! She helped me figure out a lot of stuff with this whole story, so thank you for your input! Also, to one of my good friends who has helped me develop this from it's inception, you both rock. Also, a shout out to ALL my readers. ALL my reviewers. You make what I write worthwhile. There would be absolutely no point if you guys didn't love this as much as I do. The only reason I push reviews so hard is because they seriously make my day! Enjoy chapter 16!*

Chapter 16

Four POV

1 week after the fallout…

It felt like a weight was sitting on Four's chest, constantly. After his fallout with Tris things fell to shit.

She started staying with Zeke and Shauna, almost all the time. Not that it really mattered, Shauna wasn't speaking to him. Neither was Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, Christina, and Will. And the fact that that Christina and Will wouldn't acknowledge him was a problem because he still needed to finish training the initiates.

Zeke was speaking to him, however brief and short the sentences were. Zeke went drinking with Four every night when he needed to drown out the pain of lying to Tris.

She wouldn't even look at him. And if she was forced to, the amount of hurt, hatred, and pure confusion nearly destroyed him inside. He couldn't deal with the fact that he was the one causing Tris—Bee, so much pain. Another shot of whiskey.

Tris laughs at something. Another shot.

He's an idiot for lying to her. Another shot.

Tris doesn't want Four anywhere near her. Another shot.

Shauna continues the silence. Another shot.

Bottom line: Four's life was in shambles.

Today the initiates were going through Lauren's Fear Landscape, they would each get assigned a fear of hers and then go in and try to get out as fast as possible. It was their last chance to practice before going through their entire Fear Landscapes in front of the leaders. Slowly, everyone filed in. Four's body immediately came alive when Tris entered the room. And then his blood boiled.

She was holding Uriah's hand.

She was giggling.

They were acting like a couple, and based off the glare Marlene was giving them, it might be true. Uriah was going to die. Four was seeing red. He ground his teeth together, sucking in a sharp breath, trying to keep calm. While Lauren talked with the initiates and assigned fears, Four turned around and took another swig from his flask he kept on him where his knife used to be. Zeke took that away.

Slowly, the initiates began to go into Lauren's Fear Landscape. Uriah made it out in good time, and Tris got really excited and over-enthusiastic, hugging Uriah tightly when he came out. Finally, Tris went in.

"What did you give her?" Four asked when Lauren walked over.

She shrugged and looked at her clipboard. "Fear of kidnapping. But based on her times, she should be in and out in no time."

Four nodded non-committally. Somewhere in his booze-filled brain, he cared about her. He was worried about the fact that she would have to face kidnapping again. But right now, he was pissed. Four was pissed at Uriah. At Tris for moving on so quickly, for being okay so soon, when Four was crumbling. Four was mad at the world.

On the T.V. that showed the initiates there were two screens. One that showed the Fear, the other that showed the initiate in reality. Tris went from standing one second, to collapsing to the ground, shaking and crying uncontrollably. Something in Four snapped.

"Stop." Four said firmly walking over to

He stormed over there and yanked Tris up, shaking her a little. "What the hell was that, Stiff?"

She's sobbing, trying to explain, and any other day he might care. "I'm…I…" Tris is trying to explain. He doesn't want to hear it. "I didn't…"

"Get yourself together!" He shouts, shaking her again a little. "This is pathetic."

Tris stopped crying. The panic in her eyes left, replaced with rage, and before Four had a chance to defend myself, or react, her fist made firm, hard, contact with his jaw.

"Shut up." She hissed, and then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Four's jaw ached. The room was dead silent, waiting for the anger in Four to bubble to the surface, for him to go after her, to do something. But he just stood there. Eventually Lauren got her wits about her and called to start the Landscapes again. The rest of training went by in a blur, at lunch, Four told Lauren to finish up by herself, and he went to the control room, where Zeke was working.

"Hey." Four said quietly, stepping in while Zeke typed away at keys.

Zeke visibly tensed slightly. "Hey."

"I…I'm a wreck, man." Four said quietly, his voice cracking.

Zeke shook his head and didn't turn around. "I could've told you that much, Four."

Four nodded. "I deserve that. I, I screwed up, Zeke."

"Also true."

Four sighed, he hated Zeke mad. He hated it even more when Zeke was mad at him.

"I'm sorry, Zeke. I just…I don't even know what to do with myself. But I've been an ass, and I'm ready to come back to the world of living."

Zeke stopped typing, and turned around in his chair, looking at Four closely. "You done with the booze?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Four chuckled darkly.

Zeke nodded. "I accept your apology. Doesn't mean Shauna will."

"I understand."

Zeke stared at Four another long moment and then proceeded to laugh. If there was anything you could count on from the Pedrad brothers it was laughter.

"What happened to your face, Four?" He chuckled. "Did you run into a wall?"

Four's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tried a small laugh. Somehow it helped a little. "Actually a fist. Tris' fist."

"What the hell did you do now?"

Four sighed and moved to sit in his chair next to Zeke. "I was a drunken asshole."

Zeke rolled his eyes. "What else is new? Elaborate."

Four shrugged. "We did Lauren's Fear Landscape today. She gave Tris kidnapping, and when it was her turn, she lost it. Screaming, begging, crying. It was awful. I pulled her out of the simulation, and I may or may not have yelled at her a little."

Zeke narrowed his eyes. "How much is a 'little'?"

Four sucked in a deep breath. "I told her she was pathetic."

"Jesus, Four! What the hell are you doing?" Zeke said, exasperated. "I seriously don't get it. You've been telling me for a month about how much you love her, how much you care about her, but then you go and do things like this!"

"I can't let on that I care about her, Zeke, she's still my student, I'm still her instructor!"

"Well, that obviously is going so well for you right now, isn't it when you two aired out all your problems in front of all the Dauntless?" Zeke argued.

Four sighed. "You know what I mean."

"You realize that you're slowly killing any chance of ever getting Tris back, right?" Zeke said after a moment.

Four shook his head. "I lost her the moment I lied to her about who I was."

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