A/N: If you haven't seen the new Allegiant trailer than go and check it out. It's awesome. Oh, the feels. #FourTris

Tris' POV

The weekend Tobias and I spent together at the cabin was one of the best things I've ever experienced. Not only did we make love for the first time, but we also talked about our future together. We both know that we are young and a lot can happen, but I can't imagine my life without him. We are more than just boyfriend and girlfriend, we became best friends, partners in everything we do, we confide in each other, we are there for one another. I don't care what mom or Evelyn or anyone for that matter thinks. Let them think this is just a teenage infatuation that will fade as soon as Tobias goes to college or I pack my stuff and climb a mountain. He and I know better and that's all that matters.

History class is as boring as ever. I look outside the window and look over the soccer field. Instantly, I remember the events of Friday night when Nita was raped. I shudder at the memory. She and I aren't friends, but I don't wish something like that to anyone. I know from Christina that Nita was released Saturday afternoon after the police got her statement of the events. The girls told me that her father came to school and talked to the principal. Apparently, Nita will be home schooled until she feels better. I guess they will keep her home until after the Christmas season and classes are resumed.

Tobias has soccer practice this afternoon and gave me his truck to drive home. He will get a ride with Caleb anyway. On my way home I pass Nita's house. I know it's hers because Christina pointed it out a few weeks ago. I decide to pay her a visit. I don't know why, but it feels like the right thing to do. I park the truck in their drive way and get out. I slowly walk to the front door and ring their doorbell. I wait for about a minute until someone opens the door, a man, presumably her father.

"Can I help you?" he asks not particularly harsh, but a bit unfriendly.

"Uhm, my name is Tris. Tris Prior. I go to the same school as your daughter," I say a little awkward. What was I thinking? Why did I even stop?

"Tris?" he asks and his expression softens. "You were the one who helped my daughter," he says and before I know it he pulls me into his arms embracing me tightly. What is going on?

"Who is it, dear?" I hear a female voice. Mr. Alvarez lets go of me and turns around slightly.

"Honey, this is Tris Prior, the girl who helped our Nita," he says. I watch the woman, Mrs. Alvarez, look from her husband to me and her eyes fill with tears. Immediately her husband rushes to her and hugs her. This is awkward, at least for me.

"Excuse us, Tris," Mrs. Alvarez says. "Please, come in. I'll tell Nita that you came to visit," she says.

"No, wait," I say and they both look at me surprised. "I mean, Nita and I aren't really friends. I just wanted to check on her and if there is anything I can do please tell me," I say and her mother starts crying.

"Don't cry, mi vida," Mr. Alvarez says softly to his wife. "Forgive her, Tris," he says apologetically and I just wave my hand in a dismissive gesture.

"What are you doing here?" Nita asks as she comes to the front door.

"Mija, don't be rude," Mr. Alvarez scolds her a little.

"Did you come to laugh at me?" she asks me with rage in her eyes.

"No," I say. I should feel angry that she even implies something like that, but she is hurt and needs a punching bag to get her frustration out. I watch as several emotions cross Nita's face – anger, rage, desperation, hurt, defeat. I don't know why but my legs moved on their own accord and I'm now hugging Nita tightly. She doesn't move at first but then she starts sobbing and wraps her arms around me. She starts crying and I let her. I feel her parents wrap themselves around us and they all start crying. Okay, this is definitely awkward, but I wouldn't change this moment for anything. It's like I'm seeing the human that is actually Nita instead of the Barbie doll she always pretends to be.

I spend the next two hours sitting first with Nita and her parents in their living room and then just with her in her bedroom. We talked about so many things that I can't understand why we haven't done this before. She is actually a very smart girl, but she likes to put on a show.

"I'm sorry, Tris," she says.

"For what?" I ask her confused. For once she didn't do anything to offend or hurt me.

"For everything I ever did or said to you that was mean," she says.

"It's okay, water under the bridge," I say, but she shakes her head.

"No, it's not okay. I always tried to be popular, wanted to be the It girl wherever I went. I had a crush on Four ever since junior high and when he picked you over me, so simple and unnoticeable as you are, I just lost it," she says with a sad laugh.

"Well, to be fair, he has some strange tastes," I say, trying to make her feel better. She actually laughs at that.

"I really am sorry, Tris. You are a nice girl and anyone can see that you and Four belong together. I always wanted something like that, but my own stupidity drove every nice guy away. No one dared asking me out for the dance, did you know that?" she asks and my eyes widen in shock. I shake my head.

"I thought you were there with Eric," I blurt out.

"No. I mean yeah I was, but not on a date. I was so jealous of you for dancing with Four. And no, I'm not in love with him, at least not anymore. I was jealous of what you two have and wondered why I couldn't have that. And then," she trails off. I know what she is thinking of.

"Hey, it's over. Those motherfuckers are in jail and will spend a lot of time there," I say and hug her again.

"Why are you so nice to me?" she asks.

"Why wouldn't I be? I told you, what happened between us is in the past. I'm not saying we're best buddies now, but as long as you promise to keep your slimy claws off my boyfriend I can actually see you as a random acquaintance instead of a soul eating succubus," I say and she bursts out laughing. She laughs so hard that tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. Her parents come into her room and look perplexed at us. Upon seeing their confused faces we both laugh more that I swear I can't breathe anymore.

"It's so good to hear that sound again," Mr. Alvarez says holding his daughter as the three of them walk me to the door. It was getting late and I realized I forgot my phone in Tobias' truck.

"Thank you, Tris, for everything you did and still do for my Nita," Mrs. Alvarez says and I blush a little.

"Don't be a stranger," Nita says and hugs me. I bid my goodbyes and walk the short distance to the car. I get inside and check my phone. Wow, three missed calls and about a dozen messages, most of them from Tobias. I call his phone and put him on speaker as I drive home.

"Tris, where are you? Why didn't you pick up? Are you okay?" Tobias asks one question after the other without leaving me enough time to answer.

"Tobias, calm down. I'm on my way home."

"Are you alright? Where have you been?"

"I'm fine. I visited Nita," I say.

"What?" he asks clearly confused.

"I passed her house and somehow I felt like paying her a visit."

"A visit? Babe, why would you go there? You know she is always so mean to you," he says a little frustrated.

"Tobias, I'm not a kid. I can differentiate between her attacking me and her being hurt and vulnerable. I just went to check if she's alright."

"Why did you stay there for so long? I've been back home for almost two hours," he says with a loud sigh.

"Because we talked, we both apologized and while we're not best buddies we decided to bury the hatchet. She is actually a nice person, I mean if you remove her provocative clothes and make-up and the bully attitude."

"Whatever, babe. Drive carefully," he tells me.

"Of course I will. Your truck is in good hands," I say jokingly. I know he was talking about my safety, but I like to tease him about his truck.

"You better. I don't' want to see any scratches on my baby," he says catching my drift.

"What if I return your precious man-mobile with scratches? What will you do?" I ask him seductively. Ever since we made love we talk a lot more freely about these things, but of course always in private, without anyone around. The girls grilled me today to tell them if we finally did it and while I didn't say much I told them that I'm no longer a girl, but a woman. They squealed and jumped up and down as if I just won state championship at some sport.

"Then I'll have to spank your cute little butt," he says in a husky, desire filled voice. While we were alone in that cabin and could run around naked and fool around as much as we wanted everything was fine, but now that we're back we have to keep it in our pants so to speak.

"In that case, I think I'm going for that dumpster I hit during my first lesson," I say.

"Don't you dare, babe," he says seriously.

"What if I behave and am a good girl? What will my reward be?" I ask and I hear him gulp. During our weekend we tried out a few things. I wasn't sure at first and I only heard the girls talk about this or that, but I got curious and I never back away from a challenge. I'm no expert when it comes to oral, but I think he enjoyed it enough to let me try it again. In the end, we have all the time in the world to get better at everything. The sole thought makes me blush and I have to swallow down a giggle. The dumb grin on my face, however, will probably still be there by the time I wake up tomorrow morning.

"Babe, you're killing me," he says.

"I hope not. I still need you," I say. We joke, but I'm sure I couldn't handle losing him forever.

"How about we go to a movie, a drive-in movie?" he asks.

"Naughty boy," I say and can't help the giggle escaping my lips.

"Admit it, you are just as naughty," he challenges.

"Maybe."