,It is almost odd how everyone comes back, gasping for air in unison.

I still feel as if I am drowning, so I have a full on cough fit.

I was back inside of the room, not in the simulation, but the one with multiple chars.

Everyone was out.

As soon as my coughing calms down I turn to Tris.

The first thing that comes to mind is the way she got us all out.

"How'd you do that?" I instantly ask her, sitting up in my chair.

"I don't know." She shakes her head and scratches her neck.

Lying.

"You can tell me." I say, taking her hand.

She shakes her head again and steps out of the chair.

I frowned. I was sure she had no intention on telling me.

Four cleared his throat. "It was how the simulation was supposed to end."

"Dauntless don't break the glass." I said. (Eeep! Got the quote?)

Four folded his arms. "She was calm." He said. "It's how she got out."

"Everybody needed to be relaxed in order to get out. No one gets out by themselves." I say, placing my foot onto the floor.

Four sighed and walked toward my chair.

"I will not argue with you." He said in a low, calm voice. "I know how you got out. Don't question it." He low voice was frightening. It made yelling seem less menacing.

I nodded, just to end the conversation.

But something was telling me not to believe what either Tris or Four said.

All through the rest of the day, I was positive that Tris was avoiding me.

At the dorm, during lunch, training, and dinner.

At some point of the day she disappeared, I questioned it, and went looking for her.

And of course, I didn't find her.

I went into the dorms during dinner, and threw myself on the bed.

I hid my face in my hands.

I didn't understand.

Tris told me everything. Why wouldn't she tell me something as simple as how she got out of a simulation? Did she not trust me?

Of course she did. It's why she told me about the Erudite planning something against her old faction. It's why she allowed my to rearrange her plate this morning.

She had to trust me.

She did.

As these thoughts raced through my head, I came back to the same question.

Why didn't she tell me?

"Peter."

I instantly remove my hands from my face, and sit up.

Molly was standing in the doorway, her hair in waves over her shoulders.

I groaned. I had left the door open.

"Not happy to see me?" Molly asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "Too bad. I'm already here."

I shake my head. "It's not you."

She rolls her eyes. "It's the Stiff isn't it?"

I growled at her.

She put her hands up in defense. "Sorry, forgot about that." She sits on the edge of her bed.

I lied back down.

Molly cleared her throat. "I meant to say thanks. For helping me out in the sim."

"It's fine." I said. "It's kinda what the stage was based on. Teamwork."

She nodded, awkwardly twiddling with her fingers.

"How do you think she did it?" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Molly's head snapped to me. "I don't know." She says. "But at least we got out." She continued, shrugging her shoulders.

I sighed. Molly wasn't being to much of a help.

"Anyways, you should come to dinner." She said. "I'm sure you're starving."

I shrug and head downstairs to the Pit with her.

We enter in silence.

When we do get there, I finally see Tris.

At a deserted table, picking at her food. I was sure I wouldn't have noticed her if I wasn't desperately searching for her.

I dash to her table, leaving Molly behind.

"Tris!" I called.

Her head snapped to me. She instantly ducked her head, hoping to avoid me.

I ran faster to the table, stumbling a few, and knocking over multiple initiates.

When I finally get there, I collapse onto the seat, as she slowly lifts her head.

"Why have you been ignoring me all afternoon?" I ask, scooting closer to her.

She pushes her plate away, and stands up. "I just..."

I stand back up, with her, and nod, urging her to continue.

She shakes her head, and walks away. I quickly pull her arm and yank her back.

"What's up with you?"

"Let go." She sternly says, pulling at her arm.

I don't release.

"I said let go!"

I stutter back. I was surprised by her sudden outburst. I'm sure that shock registers on my face, because Tris apologizes quickly.

"I'm sorry, for avoiding you and everything." She sighed as I let go of her arm. "I just needed to think."

I nodded and sat back down. She did the same.

"Can we not talk about the simulation thing right now?" She asked.

I sighed. "Of course."

She looked at me. "What's up?"

I looked at her plate. "Besides being ignored by my girlfriend all afternoon, nothing much."

She rolled her eyes. "I get it. I'll talk to you about it later."

I pecked her on the cheek. "You will?"

She sighed and nodded. "I guess I will."

It was dark. Very dark. My eyes were not yet adjusted to the dark, so all I saw was blackness.

Some tiny and cold tapped onto my skin.

"Peter."

My eyes were slowly adjusting, although not quickly enough.

"Peter."

The voice sounded familiar. I was sure I could place it if I thought about it.

"Pete."

I recognized right after I heard the nickname.

It was Tris.

What time was it? I was tired. I turned to the clock, but the blackness of the room would not leave my eyes.

I blinked several times, and then checked the clock.

It was 11:00.

What was she doing up this late? Why was she calling my name? I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall asleep again.

Tris poked me.

"Wake up, we need to talk."