This chapter is a little short, but I had to leave you guys with the cliffhanger. I'll try for one more update in 2015, and then in 2016 the updates will move to Sundays. If I have enough time, the first chapter of 2016 will be posted on the 3rd; if not, the Sunday updates will start on the 10th. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Don't forget to review while you wait for the next one!

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Tris

I can't believe that Tobias is upset with me for dating Tanner. I walked in on him in bed with Nita, we still don't know whether or not anything happened that night, and yet he thinks he has the right to be upset with me. These baffling thoughts propel me forward as I walk to Christina's. I know she'll be wanting to talk, especially after what happened in the cafeteria today. I hope she's home right now, otherwise I'll have to wait until she gets off work, and who knows if she'll come home or go to Uriah's. Before I can knock twice on her door, she's opening it.

"I've been waiting for you," she says as she closes the door behind me.

"That's not creepy at all," I tease as I sit down on the couch.

"Okay, I waited long enough," she says grabbing her coffee-filled mug and sitting across from me. "Information. Details. Go."

"There's not much to tell," I sigh. "He said that Nita and his mother drugged him that night and he doesn't remember much. He and Nita kind of hung out, she kissed him a couple times and they went on a date, but nothing came of it and nothing will ever come of it."

"Right," she rolls her eyes.

"He said it never felt right. Anytime they were together or talking or anything, he felt sick. He said he doesn't know anything about her tattoo, either."

"That's it?" She questions. "That's the talk you had, and you just forgive him, just like that?"

"Well I'm not going to tell you everything word for word," I roll my eyes.

"Tris," she huffs, "that can't be it. That can't be the end of the discusion. What about the fact that you two were still together while you were in the hospital? What about him bringing her here to begin with? Why was he in the position for Nita and his mother to drug him? Why does he still talk to his mother when she clearly doesn't like you and is out to break the two of you up? When she pushes Nita on him? You can't just jump into the relationship again when there's all of this out there still."

"I know that," I say, whinier than I mean to. "And he knows that, too. We've both said that there's a lot we still need to figure out and talk about."

"Yeah, like Tanner, too," she waves her hand in the air. "Hello, you two were still technically in a relationship when you kissed Four right in front of him, then ran off with him, then let him stay in your apartment and sleep in your bed, naked."

"How do you..."

"Everyone knows," she interrupts. "Tanner wasn't exactly speaking quietly this morning."

"Oh no," I groan, hiding my face in my hands.

"Look, Tris, you know that I want you two to get back together," she pauses and I lift my head, "but you cannot just rush into it."

"I can't be without him anymore, Chris," I hear my voice break. "I have nothing left. We have things to work out, but I can't sleep alone anymore, I can't come home to an empty house."

"I just don't want you to get hurt again," she says, moving from her seat and sitting beside me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me and resting her head on my shoulder.

"Believe me, I don't either."

I stay for a while longer and tell her about the conversation I had with Tobias in regards to Peter. She asks for us to tell her as soon as we have a plan so that she can be in on it. She's never liked Peter. Then she asks me a question that I don't know how to answer.

"So, I don't want to keep bringing up the same topic," she pauses, "but Tris, what if they slept together that night? If you found out that they did, what would you do?"

"I," I pause for a few minutes, "I don't know, Chris. I don't know."

I gather my stuff and tell her that I'll see her at dinner. I make my way back to my apartment to pack my stuff so I can move back in with Tobias. I'm walking down the hallway when someone grabs me from behind and pulls me around the corner.

"Tobias," I mumble against the hand that's covering my mouth.

He pushes me behind him and peers around the corner, gestures for me to stay here, then sprints down the hall. I peek around the corner and see him standing at my door, his ear against it. He slowly turns the knob, but it doesn't budge. He turns around and gestures for me to come down the hall. When I get to him, he takes my key, quietly puts it into the slot and cracks the door. He looks through the crack and then slips inside. A moment later, he comes back to the door, pulls me inside and locks it behind us.

"Tobias, what are you doing?" I follow him into the bedroom.

"I was watching the cameras, the normal feed, when I saw someone come down this hallway, and then they came in here," he says as he starts shoving my clothes into a bag.

"What're you talking about?" I can feel my palms beginning to sweat and my eyes widening. "Who was it?"

"I don't know. They kept their face hidden from the cameras," he says, dumping out another one of my drawers.

"Who would have a key to this place?" I ask, now panicked and dumping out drawers with him.

"Nobody should have one, but I'll check the old leadership offices and see if there any records," he says.

"What about the person that's in charge of giving out apartments now? Who does that?"

"Shauna does that," he sighs, "I can ask her if she knows anyone that would have a key. But right now, we just need to get your stuff and get you back home."

We finish packing all of my clothes, linens, and other necessities, but leave all of the furniture. Tobias opens the door slowly and looks both ways before creeping down the hallway and peering around the corner. He gestures for me to follow him, so I grab my bags and shut the door behind me. Zeke is around the corner waiting for us, and he takes the bags from me. We all walk calmly to the apartment that Tobias and I share, but we keep our eyes open for anything out of the ordinary.

We make it there safely, and Tobias goes to check the control room footage to see if he can get a glimpse of the person leaving my old apartment. He locks the door behind him, and even though I doubt that anyone has a key to this apartment, I still watch my back as I unpack and put my things away. When I finish, I lock myself in the bathroom and decide to take a shower. After washing my hair and scrubbing my body clean, I get dressed and carefully pad through the apartment. When I get to the livingroom, I notice a piece of paper laying on the floor, just in front of the frontdoor, like it was slid underneath it.

I walk towards it slowly, but freeze when the knob twists and I realize I don't have a weapon. I hold my breath as the door opens and Tobias walks in.

"What's wrong?" He asks automatically.

"The paper," is all I can say as I point to the spot beside his foot.

He looks down and picks it up, shutting and locking the door behind him. As small as the paper is, he must read the words multiple times, because it several moments go by before he reads it aloud.

"Next time, Prior.'