Fours POV:

Why did Tris leave?

Is something wrong with her and her parents?

All these questions are running through my mind.

I look at Christina for help, but she looks just as confused as everybody. There is only one way to find out what just happened, and I am worried about her...Wait I just meet her, Four! What am I thinking...I dont know. I still get up to go look for Tris.

I try to think where could she of gone. I remember when we were asking her qustions she loved lacrosse and she would go to the field to think and get happy again, so I guess thats where I will look!

I go to the school lacrosse field, and I see her sitting right in front of the lacrosse goal. Her beautiful hair flowing in the breeze with her wonder blue/grey eyes showing shes lost in thought.

When I get closer I can see some tears roll down her face and I cant help it but to feel hurt.

Tris POV:

After I am out of the lunch room I run. At first I dont know where I am running I am just letting my feet take me where they want to go, but then I see the lacrosse field up ahead like always.

I sit down and in front of the goal and start to finally think.

UGH!

GREAT! Now I might not have real friends! I still dont know if they liked me for me yet, or if they care who my parents are.

At this point I have notice that I have been crying, but I dont care no one is here anyway.

Four POV:

As I walk closer I dont think she notice me, but when I sit down she jumps and looks over, she looks away and wipes her tears away.

"Tris whats wrong" I ask in a quiet vioce.

She looks up with her big blue/grey eyes holding back tears then looks back down and wispers

"I was afraid"

"Why, what is there to be afraid about"

She takes a deep breath then says "That you guys wont like me for me, you'll like me because of my parents".

I take my arm around her and she leans into me and cries silently into my shirt.

"No it wont we are not like that, I like you for you, Christina does to, and so does everybody else, we were just shocked that thoughs were your parents, my dads the Mayor, but thats not why they like me"

She has stoped crying and says "Thanks" and gives me a hug. I hug her back and we both get up.

"Now to tell everyone, it was much easier telling you" Tris says.

We walk back to our class making small talk the whole way.