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"Go over there and ask Eric to dance," Christina says, smirking deviously.

"Absolutely not."

Tris really should have expected this. For weeks now the ex-Candor had been trying to get her to come on to Eric in some way or another.

"You don't really have a choice now do you? It's called Dauntless or Candor for a reason and you chose Dauntless."

This bloody game would be the death of her…or the end of her friendship with Christina, Tris wasn't sure which yet.

"You do this to me every time I agree to play this stupid game," she counters, frustrated that Christina is once again trying to ruin a night out.

"Well maybe if you followed through, I would stop. What's it gonna be this time? Are you going to go talk to him? Or are you going to give up and go home like usual."

Tris sighs loudly.

"Why are you so hell bent on watching me make a fool out of myself?"

Christina lets out a sigh of her own. "Trust me, you'll be fine. That man wants you."

Tris' eyes grow wide in disbelief. "Excuse me? He does not!"

"He so does girl. You should have seen the way he looked at you during initiation. I thought you were just ignoring it because he's a jackass but then when we found out about Four it made sense. You were too wrapped up in him to notice Eric constantly checking you out."

"You're being ridiculous. Will, please tell her how ridiculous she's being," Tris says, turning towards the boy standing next to Christina.

Will looks between the two girls before shrugging.

"I mean, I didn't see him 'checking you out' the way Chris did, but…" he trails off.

"But what?" Tris asks sternly. "But what, Will?"

"If you think back on initiation, you're the only person he was ever nice to."

"Nice? When was he ever nice to me?"

Tris is starting to wonder if her best friends have gone crazy.

"Well, nice is a relative term. Eric's version of nice isn't the same as most people's but still. He told you he thought you were brave. He admitted that he underestimated you. When you ignored him after the fights and showed up on the train for the war games, he didn't yell at you, he barely even said anything, and he seemed impressed that you showed up. Oh, and when our rankings came up at the end of initiation, I swear he looked proud that you came first…but that's subjective I suppose."

Tris turns to Christina who looks back at her with the smuggest expression she has ever seen.

"You're both wrong. He is NOT into me. This is crazy."

Christina rolls her eyes before speaking. "Whatever, it doesn't even matter. The dare stays the same. Go ask him to dance."

Tris wants to give up. She wants to stomp out of there, get it bed and refuse to talk to Christina for at least a week. But what she wants even more is to shut her friend up for good.

"Fine."

"Fine?" Christina asks surprised. "You're actually going to do it?"

"I said fine, didn't I?"

Christina smirks.

"I mean…I heard the words, but I'll believe it when I see it."

Tris turns towards the bar, quickly scanning the area for her target. It doesn't take long to spot him, even among a crowd of Dauntless he still manages to stand out. Tris watches as he laughs at something one of his friends says and she can't help but smile at the rare display. Her mouth falls and her heart sinks at the realization that she's not only about to make a fool out of herself in front of Eric, but also three of his friends.

"Christina…"

"I knew you wouldn't do it," Christina says rolling her eyes.

Tris glares daggers at her so-called friend before taking a deep breath and walking directly towards Eric and his group.

"Just get this over with and you'll never have to deal with Christina's crap again," she mutters to herself before pushing her way into the middle of the group and turning to look directly at Eric.

He looks back at her, brows raised, head tilted, startled by her abrupt arrival. The other boys watch on quietly.

Tris goes to speak but her mouth is dry, and no words come out. Her eyes flit to the drink in Eric's hand and she reaches out for it.

"May I?" she asks meekly.

Caught of guard, Eric merely nods in response. Tris grabs the drink and downs the remainder in one large gulp. Her eyes grow wide as the strength of the alcohol hits the back of her throat. It takes everything she has not to sputter and cough it back up.

"Tris…?"

She stares into the glass for a moment, before resting it gently on the edge of the bar.

"Would you…" she starts.

Oh God. Is she really going to do this?

Eric waits patiently for her to finish her sentence; his eyes are surprisingly kind which gives her the courage to follow through.

"Would you want to dance with me?"

He blinks a few times in response and stands frozen in place.

Tris swallows as a burning heat starts to make its way up her neck and into her cheeks. Eric's mouth opens slightly but nothing comes out. He continues to stare at her silently.

Tris wraps her arms around herself waiting nervously for him to say something, anything. But he doesn't.

"I'll take that as a no," she mumbles before turning tail and beelining it back to where Christina, Will and now Uriah and Marlene stand.

Tris stops short of them and considers making a run for the door. Neither facing her friends nor remaining in the same room as the man who had just denied her seems appealing.

Her eyes begin to sting, a tell-tale sign that tears are coming. But why? She had anticipated the rejection and the embarrassment, so blushing makes sense, but crying over being rejected by a man she doesn't have any interest in?

Tris is still contemplating her next move when she feels a hand grab hers, she jumps slightly, turning towards its owner.

"Eric?" she breathes, looking up at him with wet eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says quickly. "You just, you surprised me and I…"

Tris shakes her head. "It's okay. I get it. You don't want to dance with me. No problem. Just go back to your friends and we will forget this ever happened."

She tries to pull her hand from his grasp, but he keeps his hold firm.

"No, that's not it. I mean, yes, I don't want to dance. But that's just because I don't dance not because I don't want to dance with you specifically."

"So…" Tris says not sure what he's getting at.

"Do you want to grab a drink with me?"

"Oh."

Wait, does she want to have a drink with him? Asking him to dance was a dare but grabbing a drink feels like a…date? Her stomach flutters at the thought and she nibbles her lower lip.

"Yeah, let's get a drink," she replies with a nervous smile.

One drink couldn't hurt, right?

He leads her back to the bar and she is acutely aware of their entangled hands. Holding hands might be a small display in the eyes of the Dauntless, but with her Abnegation upbringing it feels big. She wonders if it means more to her than to him. She hasn't been in Dauntless long, only a little over a year, but she can't recall ever seeing Eric display any type of public affection with anyone.

"What'll you have?" The bartender asks pulling her from her thoughts.

"Oh, um…I'll have whatever he's having," she replies.

Eric raises his eyebrows at her doubtfully.

"Are you sure? Because I was pretty scared you were going to cough it up all over me earlier," he jokes.

Tris shrugs and tries to push away the embarrassment that threatens to return from the memory.

"I don't really drink," she says. "I'm not sure what I'd like."

Eric looks contemplative for a moment before responding.

"Okay, why don't I order two drinks and you can taste them both. Hopefully you'll like one of them and I'll have the other one."

Tris smiles. "I like that idea."

She watches as Eric places the order and within seconds the bartender is sliding two drinks across the bar. The first drink looks like a glass of juice and Tris has a feeling she's going to like it a lot more than whatever Eric was drinking earlier. The second drink is nearly black with small bubbles that keep rising to the surface.

Letting go of Tris' hand, Eric reaches towards the bar and picks up the drinks. He passes her the dark drink first. She accepts it and takes a small sip. The mixture fizzes on her tongue and the alcohol burns going down but is has a surprisingly sweet taste to it and she doesn't hate it.

Silently, he takes it from her and replaces it with the other drink. She takes a sip and smiles at the citrusy flavour. Now this is a drink she can get behind.

"I take it from that smile you like that one?"

She nods. "Thank you."

"Anytime. Now, why don't we see if one of the booths is free, so we don't have to deal with our friends continuing to stare at us?"

Tris looks back just in time to see her friends avert their eyes. Eric's friends do the same when she looks towards them.

"That might be a good idea."

They scan the far side of the room looking for a more private place to talk.

"There," Eric says, pointing at the far corner.

Placing his hand back in hers, Eric leads them towards the row of booths at the back of the bar. They are nearly there when someone blocks their path.

Tris looks towards the figure in front of her and immediately wishes she could shrink back and disappear into the crowd.

Four.

He looks between Tris and Eric and then down at their entangled hands. His eyes are hard, his jaw tense.

"Can we help you?" Eric asks, annoyed.

Four looks only at Tris as he responds.

"I would like to speak with my girlfriend."

Tris can feel Eric turn to look at her as his grip on her hand loosens. Tris holds tight to Eric, refusing to let him pull away, and lets out a small sigh.

"Ex-girlfriend," she says kindly but firmly. "And I'm busy right now. If you want to talk, we can talk tomorrow."

"What are you doing?" Four asks, ignoring her response.

"What do you mean?"

"With him? What are you doing with him? Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Tris isn't surprised that he would jump to that conclusion, but she is a bit surprised he would call her out on it so publicly.

"Not that it's any of your business, but we are having a drink and it has nothing to do with you."

Four chuckles.

"Sure it doesn't."

Tris rolls her eyes and turns towards Eric.

"Come on, let's go get that booth before someone else snags it," she says, smiling apologetically.

Eric looks a bit confused, but thankfully he doesn't appear to be angry. He nods in response and tries to lead them around Four but Four steps to the side blocking their path once more.

"Move Number Boy, before I make you move."

Four doesn't budge.

"Just walk away," Tris says to him her eyes pleading for him not to make a scene.

He looks at Eric for a second then back at her.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow," he says flatly before walking away.

Eric and Tris make their way to the booth. Tris lets go of his hand to scoot in and he follows suit.

"So…" she starts, stopping to take a large gulp of her drink.

"You and number boy?" Eric asks bluntly.

Tris takes another sip of her drink as she considers how best to explain herself. Only a handful of people know about her and Four. Having gotten together during initiation, they were worried that people might accuse him of favoritism and her of sleeping her way to number one so they decided it would be best for them both to keep their relationship a secret for a while.

However, their relationship fell apart very soon after initiation ended, and they didn't end up having to answer any questions or deal with any fallout.

Tris was a bit surprised that Four had so easily outed them to Eric and was more than a little weary of how Eric was going to react.

"Yeah…well I mean, not anymore," she replies.

"How long?" Eric asks.

"Sorry?"

"How long were you two together? He called you his girlfriend so it sounds like more than a fling."

Tris closes her eyes and downs the remainder of her drink. She lets out a deep breath as she lays the glass down on the table. Looking up at him, she bites her lip. Does she tell him the truth? What will he think of her if she does?

"It started during initiation, didn't it?" he asks before she has a chance to answer.

She nods in response, too worried to speak.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I saw the way you were with each other and then your fear landscape…"

Tris blushes and covers her face with her hands. She had forgotten that Eric, as a leader, had seen her getting intimate with Four in the simulation.

"Since I never saw you two together after initiation, I guess I assumed it was just tension and not a full-blown relationship."

Tris moves her hands from her face and nods in understanding.

"We didn't want news of our relationship to discredit my initiation results or make people doubt my capabilities, so we decided to keep it quiet for a while."

"How long ago did you break up?

"Over a month ago, before we were even ready to go public. Which is why I really don't know why he thought calling me his girlfriend in front of you was a good plan. It wasn't his idea to break up and I'm sure it was confusing seeing me and you together, but we spent so much time and energy making sure no one found out…to just flat out say it like that..."

"It was pretty fucking stupid of him," Eric says frankly.

Tris stares at him, a bit taken aback.

"Well, it was. I could get him into so much trouble. It's completely against the rules for any member to date an initiate but especially for him as your trainer. He was specifically reminded of that before initiation too, just like Lauren and I were. The fact that he's so threatened by seeing me with you that he put himself at risk like that…" Eric pauses and then laughs. "Well actually that's pretty fucking amusing."

"Eric!" Tris scolds.

"Well it is and also he's obviously still into you or he wouldn't have reacted like that."

Tris shrugs.

"Or he just hates you that much."

Eric laughs again.

"It's probably both. Question, were you telling the truth earlier, when you said that being here with me had nothing to do with him?" he asks. "Or was the whole point to piss him off?"

"That was the truth," Tris replies quickly. "This has nothing to do with him, I didn't even know he was here."

Suddenly, Tris feels guilty. She may not have asked Eric to dance in order to make Four jealous or to irritate Four, but she hadn't exactly asked him out of her own free will either.

"I do have to come clean about something though," she starts. "It wasn't exactly my idea to ask you to dance."

Eric's eyebrows furrow as she continues.

"I was playing Candor or Dauntless with some of my friends and Christina dared me. But I'm glad she did. I…I never would have had the courage to talk to you otherwise and even though it's only been a few minutes I'm enjoying being with you so far."

Tris watches him quietly wondering if her confession will make him walk away.

"Okay."

"Okay? You're not mad?"

Eric shrugs. "You're not scared of me like most people are. You stood up to me more than once during initiation. Your dare was to ask me to dance, which means you completed your dare, so if you didn't want to be here with me, I think you would have said something by now."

Tris smiles, grateful that he understands.

"But, based on everything you've told me, I do have some questions for you if you're willing to answer."

Tris is a bit apprehensive. What kind of questions could he mean? What was she getting herself into?

Eric chuckles. "I'm not trying to stress you out. I'm just curious. What about this, I know I'm not the easiest person to get to know so how about we play Truth for Truth."

"You mean where for every question I answer I get to ask you a question in return?"

Eric nods.

Tris likes that idea quite a bit. She isn't really sure how to approach making conversation with Eric and this would make it a lot easier.

"Okay, I think I can handle that. What do you want to know?"

Tris watches as Eric tilts his head ever so slightly back and forth. She can tell from the movement and the look on his face that he is trying to decide what to ask first.

"I'm torn," he finally states.

Tris lets out a nervous laugh.

"How many questions are you stuck between?"

"Two."

She shrugs.

"Ask them both and I'll pick which one to answer first. You can always ask the other one later."

"Okay, why did Christina specifically dare you to ask me to dance? Or why did you break up with Four?"

Tris takes a second to contemplate which question to answer first.

"Right, as much as talking about Four isn't really what I want to be doing, my answer to the dare question will be easier if you have the backstory so I'll start with that."

Tris never expected to have this conversation with Eric of all people, but here she is, and as much as she doesn't usually drink, she can't help but wish she had another drink right now.

"He's not a bad guy," she starts which causes Eric to raise an eyebrow skeptically. "He's really not. It's just…it turned out we weren't nearly as compatible as I thought we were. I left Abnegation because I didn't fit in there and I didn't want the kind of life that they believe in. I thought, because he also left, that he would feel the same way. But the more we got to know each other, the more I realized he's still holding on to Abnegation values and beliefs…especially when it comes to the roles men and women play in a relationship."

Eric's eyes grow wide in understanding as he blinks slowly in disbelief. "You're telling me he expected you to get married and have children young and then to stay home and take care of the family and the household rather than have a life and a career of your own?"

Tris nods solemnly in confirmation. "On one hand, I get it, his home life was…less than desirable. So as an adult, he wants to create the life he never had, the life he feels his parents robbed him of, but I just can't do it. It's not who I am, it's not what I'm built for. I'm not saying I don't want a family…eventually, but I'm not willing to sacrifice myself entirely to do that. The Dauntless seem to have found a balance in their relationships, in their family life and that's what I want."

Eric snorts. "Look, there's nothing wrong with wanting to give yourself entirely to your family if that's what you want but come on, he really looked at you and thought to himself 'oh she'll make a nice doting housewife and mother'? You? You who left everything behind to join the most daring of all the factions? You who jumped down a frigging hole first not having a clue what was at the bottom? You who beat the living crap out of Molly during the fights? Who worked your ass off during initiation and came first? I'm not saying you won't make a good wife and mom one day but to think you'd be willing to settle down and give up everything you worked for is ludicrous."

Tris smiles.

"Well, when you put it that way…" she says, laughing a little. "I guess he just figured since we both grew up Abnegation, I might feel the same way he does. I don't know. I mean we do get along well, and I think we understand each other better than most people do because of our upbringing but we just aren't a match…romantically."

They sit in silence for a moment before Eric speaks again.

"Okay, you're turn."

Tris knows exactly what she wants to ask. She's been curious about it for months now but she's also a bit afraid of what the answer might be.

"Did you enjoy making Christina hang over the chasm?"

"Jesus Tris, way to start off with a light one," he says sarcastically. She sits quietly as he scratches the back of his head. "No, I didn't."

She waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn't.

"Oh right," Tris says, realizing her mistake. "I guess I asked a yes or no question."

"You did, maybe keep that in mind for your next one," he replies. "But I'll explain a bit more since you did give me more details about your breakup then you had to. I regret it. I was frustrated that Four was questioning my authority and annoyed that Christina wasn't taking my orders seriously. Because I was so young when Max appointed me to leadership most of the Dauntless didn't take me seriously. It wasn't until I started acting ruthless that my authority started being recognized. So, between Four and Christina and all the questions the initiates kept asking I felt like I was right back where I started, and I made an impulsive decision in an attempt to remind everyone that I was in charge. It was stupid and reckless and Max reamed me out afterwards, but it's not like I could have apologized and still saved face."

Tris was surprisingly relieved and satisfied with his response. While she didn't condone his actions, she finally understood where he was coming from.

"Thank you for expanding."

"No problem. So, why did Christina want you to ask me to dance?" he asks, quickly changing the subject.

Tris swallows hard, somehow this feels more difficult to answer than his first question.

"Christina is one of the few people who knows what happened with me and Four. She thinks that the best way to get over him is to rebound with someone who is the complete opposite, someone who is, in her words, 'pure Dauntless'. And I guess she thinks that you fit the criteria. Granted I find it slightly offensive that one, she thinks I'm the kind of girl who would be interested in a 'rebound' and two, she has decided you are a great option for this even though she has called you a jackass on more than one occasion."

Eric snorts. "Can I ask a follow up?"

Tris could say no, it is technically against the rules, but this game of Truth for Truth is more about getting to know each other than forcing out embarrassing confessions, so she'll allow it.

"Go ahead," she says.

"You sounded kind of unsure about me fitting 'the criteria,' am I not Dauntless enough for you?" he asks with a wink at the word Dauntless.

"You caught that huh?"

"I did."

"I'm not sure I like this follow up question."

Eric laughs. "You can't take it back now!"

"Fine. I think that to the casual observer you come off incredibly Dauntless. You're ruthless and most people find you kind of terrifying. You're covered in tattoos and piercings. You keep yourself in shape and you could probably kick the ass of almost everyone here."

Tris stops, worried about his reaction to the next part of her answer.

"How come you don't find me 'kind of terrifying?'" he asks earnestly.

"Don't get me wrong, you're intimidating but not in a Dauntless way."

Eric studies her for a second. "If not in a Dauntless way, then in what way?"

"You're scary smart and incredibly calculating. You're mind never stops and you might not say that much but you somehow know exactly what to say to knock anyone down a peg. Your anger is calm, not explosive and you seem to know how to manipulate any situation to your benefit."

Tris pauses and runs her finger around the rim of her empty glass. She doesn't know why Eric transferred or how he feels about the Erudite, but she hopes her next words won't offend him.

"So yeah, I do find you intimidating, but in an Erudite way, not a Dauntless one."

"Well shit. I'm a little bit flattered that you've thought that hard about me," he smirks, visibly impressed by her analysis.

Tris blushes. When and why had she put this much thought into Eric's behaviour? She tries to think back but nothing comes to mind.

"Alright, you're turn again," he says.

She had planned on asking him about the knife throwing incident and why he got Four to throw the knives instead of doing it himself, but his last answer brought another question to mind. Asking it runs the risk of ruining the evening, but she can't let it go.

"I'm going to ask you something and if you don't want to answer it, I won't hold it against you, okay? Just tell me if you aren't comfortable responding and I won't push it. I'll just ask you something else and we can pretend it never came up, okay?"

"Well, you've certainly got me intrigued. Go ahead and ask."

Tris takes a deep breath.

"What did you get on your aptitude test?"

Eric freezes for a moment, but once the surprise of the question seems to wear off, Tris can tell by the look on his face that his wheels are turning.

"I'll answer that under one condition. Once I tell you, I'm going to guess what your results were, and you have to confirm or deny it truthfully. If you're not willing to do that, then ask me something else and we will move on."

Crap, how did she not see that coming?

She could back out, but that would probably look suspicious because even if her results were any faction other than Dauntless it wouldn't matter. She had proven that she belongs here.

If she agrees to his terms and he guesses correctly, will she be able to hide her emotions and lie convincingly? Will she feel guilty for lying? Should that even matter? Her lie would be out of self-preservation, surely that trumps the rules of a silly game.

Why couldn't she have just gotten a normal test result then she wouldn't have this looming over her head?

She should have thought her question through better. But she didn't, and now she's stuck. She's just going to have to agree and hope he guesses wrong.

"Okay, but neither of our answers leave this table. Whatever we say, stays between us. Deal?"

"Deal," he agrees. "You know, no one has ever asked me about my aptitude test, and I've never told anyone. It feels weird even having this conversation since its seen as such a personal experience and we seem to have decided as a society to not talk about it."

Tris had never given it much thought. When Caleb asked, she brushed him off but that was only because of her Divergent result and the fact that they hadn't chosen factions yet. When her friends were talking about it during initiation it hadn't felt overly taboo but maybe it was more inappropriate of a question than she realized.

"Anyways," Eric continues, "according to my test, I have an equal aptitude for Dauntless and Erudite."

Wait, was he saying what Tris thought he was saying.

"You're Divergent," she whispers, leaning in close to him.

Eric raises his eyebrows and smiles conspiratively.

"Just like you," he whispers back. "Only with fewer aptitudes."

"How do you…" she starts, trailing off.

"I realized it during initiation. There was just too much that didn't add up and then when we started doing the sims it became really obvious to me."

"How come you didn't say anything?"

"I'm Divergent, what kind of hypocrite would I be to hold it against you? I just made sure that none of my notes reflected it and you seemed to get better at hiding it so I kept my fingers crossed that by the time the final sim came around you would be able to manage it undetected. And you did, so no one needed to know."

"You knew the whole time? And you protected me?"

"I had a hunch pretty early on, but like I said it wasn't confirmed until we started the fear landscapes."

Tris' mind was racing, she spent so much time and effort trying to hide this part of her from everyone, especially Eric and this whole time he knew. He knew and he kept her secret. But why would he do that?

"Christina and Will think you have feelings for me," she blurts out before leaning back and covering her mouth, instantly regretting her outburst.

Eric laughs loudly as Tris blushes from embarrassment yet again.

"I gotta say, that's not even a little bit what I was expecting to hear come out of your mouth right now."

"I think I just don't know what to say. Ever since I found out about being, well you know, people keep telling me I'll be in danger if anyone finds out. They act like my life depends on keeping this part of me a secret."

"'People keep telling you'? I'm going to assume that one of those people is whoever administered your test and one of them is you're ex. Is that all of the 'people?'"

Tris nods her head, confirming.

"Did Tori administer your test?"

Outing her feels wrong, but if Eric is telling the truth about being Divergent and about hiding her secret then Tori can't get in trouble for covering for her, right?

"Yes."

"Well, I know for a fact that both of them have had horrible experiences with people who still hold the belief that Divergents are an abomination and a threat to our society. And they aren't wrong to be fearful. There are more bigoted people left in our population than I care to admit and some of them are deeply intolerant. I wouldn't put it passed the worst of them to cause us harm. But there are a lot of people who recognize that we are just like everyone else and don't give a crap that we happen to fit into more than one category. I wouldn't get up on a pedestal and announce it, but there are people you can trust."

Could Eric be telling her the truth? Or is this some kind of trap to get her to let her guard down? Come to think of it, does she actually have any real reason to distrust Eric? Sure, he was a hard-ass during initiation, and yes, he can be a jackass but has he actually done anything to prove he can't be trusted? He was chosen as a leader for a reason, right? And she's meant to trust her leaders…right? It wasn't until Four put it in her head that Eric was dangerous that she actively started distrusting him. Did Four have ulterior motives? Or could he have simply been projecting his own fears onto her?

Tris watches on as Eric picks up his drink and finishes it off.

"This has been fun," he says suddenly, putting down his empty glass. "But it's gotten a lot deeper than I expected and I think it might be best if we both get back to our friends."

Eric's abrupt announcement catches Tris off guard, and she's a little bit overwhelmed by how disappointed his words make her.

"Oh, okay," she replies as Eric stands up from the table. "Um, could we maybe pause our game for now instead of ending it completely?" she asks.

"What do you mean?"

Tris scoots out from the booth and stands in front of Eric.

"I mean, you're right, our truths have gotten deep and I'm not exactly sure how to process everything, but I've also enjoyed getting to know you better and I don't know, I think I might enjoy getting to know you more."

Her boldness comes as surprised to both her and Eric.

He smiles.

"Sure, I'll be around, alright? If you're still interested in getting to know me after you're done processing feel free to ask me for another dance," he says with a wink. "For now, I'm going to head back to the bar and I'm sure your friends are wondering what we've been up to."

Tris doesn't know how to feel. A part of her wants to tell him she's ready now and she wants to stay in the booth with him until the bar closes, but it scares her that she's suddenly so desperate to spend time with a man that, before today, she had never spoken to socially and had even actively avoided. The smart thing to do is let him walk away and give herself time to figure out her feelings.

"Okay," she says with a small smile. "Oh, and everything you told me tonight, its stays with me, I won't tell anyone."

Eric nods and makes to leave but stops for a second and looks at Tris.

"You know, Christina and Will are more perceptive than I gave them credit for," he says before disappearing into the crowd.

Wait…were Christina and Will right? Has Eric really had a thing for her since initiation and if so, what does this mean for her own feelings?

A/N: Okay lovelies, I had this little idea and decided to roll with it, it took on a life of it's own and isn't even a little bit what I originally intended when starting out. Anyways, I hope this chapter wasn't...boring? It's obviously a lot of yammering so I'm sorry if it wasn't overly exciting. This story is only going to have a few chapters. I'm going to say it'll only be around three. I have a plan for the second chapter and I think that'll be it, but my plans often end up being a lot longer when I actually get them typed out so I'm going to say three because it's more likely. Plus I don't have time for a crazy long multichapter fic right now and I still have 2 other fics to deal with but I was having a hell of a time with the "epilogue" to "The Last Goodnight" so I decided to take a break and work on this. Hopefully you enjoyed it even though it's a bit of a rambler.

Thanks for reading!

-MWB