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I didn't even notice that I had fallen asleep or was even tired until I woke up later that day at around 5:30. It was from the sounds of angry screeching. I sat up and pushed my messy hair out of my face. Opening my door a crack. I listened to the loud argument. I glanced at the door across from me and saw a boy's head peeking out to watch the screaming match.

I glanced around the corner of my doorway. It was Peter and his girlfriend Chamilla!

"You don't control my life, Chamilla!" Peter roared. "I can do what I want!"

"I understand that, but this I can't accept! You have to pick her or me!" she snapped.

Why they were having this conversation in the hallway was beyond me.

"You can't ask me to pick between you and a girl that I'm not even romantically involved with! I'm doing this for my future! You think I want to kiss her?" he shouted.

"I don't care if you want to or not! I just care that you don't!"

"I'm not going to quit because of your jealousy! If I continue this, I'm guaranteed a spot in Divergent and that will set my future!"

"Do you think I give a damn?" her voice pierced the air with its shrillness. "I don't care if you win an Oscar for this! Quit the play or else!"

"Or else what?" he said. "You'll break up with me?"

Inner confliction was clear on her face but she finally said, "Yes."

"Well that's too bad that I'm breaking up with you now. I choose my future," he said.

"WHAT?!" Chamilla screeched. "You can't break up with me!"

"Go back to Erudite, Chamilla," Peter said evenly.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Chamilla turned around to leave and saw me.

"You bitch!" she screamed and lunged for me. She began pulling my hair as she pinned me underneath her.

"You took him away from me!" Chamilla screamed and slapped me across the face.

I attempted to fight back but my arms were stuck underneath her legs. She slapped me a few more times and managed to punch me hard in the nose until her weight was lifted off of me. I pushed myself backwards until I was propped against the wall. Chamilla was struggling and swinging punches into thin air. Peter was behind her, holding her back and muttering threats in her ear. Finally she jerked free and walked down the hall, tears and hatred towards me clear in her eyes.

As soon as she was gone, and all the faces that were previously watching the fight vanished, Peter walked over to me. I flinched, scared that he was going to hurt me for causing him to break up with his girlfriend. Instead, he held out his hand for me to take and hauled me to my feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

Not answering, I said, "You're helping me. Are you okay?"

"I'm not the one with a bloody nose," he answered.

"Bloody nose?" I touched my fingers to my nose and it came away red.

"Yeah, so are you okay?" he repeated.

I nodded slowly, "Yeah. Fine. Why did your girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend now—attack me?"

"She saw you as a threat because I have to kiss you in the play. Chamilla gets jealous really easy."

"I noticed," I said, wiping the blood dripping from my nose.

He looked at my nose and said, "You're not making that look any better, you know. Come on."

Peter walked me down the hall to the bathroom. It was a bathroom that could be for both genders. I have no clue why they thought that was a good idea.

As he gathered paper towels and wet them, I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still red from the slapping and blood was streaming from my nose which was slightly swollen.

Peter handed me the damp paper towels and said, "Keep pressure on it. It may hurt but the bleeding will stop faster."

I took them and pressed them to my nose.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, my voice muffled by the towels.

"Because what she did to you was uncalled for and horrible," he said, staring at the sink with a hard glint in his eye. "And my fault."

"You told her to do this to me?"

"No! I told her about the play and you being the other lead. Plus I argued and broke it off with her which riled her up to make you a human punching bag."

"Oh," I said.

We stood there for a while. Neither one of us said a thing except when I needed a new towel for my nose. We just stood in the bathroom, leaning against the wall. I thought that Peter would leave once I had gotten my face less bloody and he explained why Chamilla went all rampage on me. But he stayed with me. I guess he wanted to make sure I didn't faint from blood loss or something even though it really wasn't that bad. He stood next to me with his arms crossed over his chest, glancing at me every so often. The silence stretched on and on.

After a while, I said, "So you really want to get into Divergent."

It wasn't a question. If I had any doubts about him before, him breaking up with his girlfriend for Divergent confirmed my thoughts.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"I guess so."

We lapsed back into quiet until my screaming thoughts got the better of my mouth.

"You almost kissed me," I blurted. "Today while practicing Scene Three, you almost kissed me."

"That's what I was supposed to do. My character is about to kiss your character when Marissa interrupts them," he states, not getting what I meant.

"No, I mean you got really really close. Like, less than an inch away from kissing me."

"And? What's the problem?"

"Nothing," I shook my head to clear those thoughts out. "Nevermind, forget I mentioned it."

"No, really, what's the problem?" he pressed. "We're going to be acting together, right? We need to trust each other and know what each other is comfortable with."

"Seriously?" I said. "An hour ago, you hated my guts, now you're saying we need to trust each other."

"I didn't hate your guts," he said.

"Then what? Why did you continually call me Stiff and antagonize me?" I asked. "And why now do you want to be all buddy-buddy?"

"Because now I know we have a common goal. And we have to work together to achieve it," he said seriously, his voice began to rise. "So I'll ask you again: what is the problem?"

Suddenly feeling really small, I whispered, "I've never kissed anyone."

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