Author's Note: Okay guys, for those of you who have read The Hunger Games, Catching Fire's trailer is out in 2 days! :D I could not be more excited! Sorry for making you guys wait so long for another chapter.

Chapter 14:

Four's POV

It's been about three days since Tris and I have been seeing eachother in secret. It has worked out pretty well, so far. No one has caught us. Yet.

I've been careful not to give any signs when we're in public. It's honestly pretty easy, considering I've had to do it all this time anyway.

Tris is coming here soon. In fact, she should be here any minute. I sit down on my bed, waiting patiently for her.

I'm just beginning to doze off when the door opens and Tris walks in, looking absolutely stunning like always. She's dressed in a black tank top, a black leather jacket, and a very fitting pair of skinny jeans. Her blonde hair is down and wavy. It looks so soft, I nearly reach out and touch it.

"You look nice." I comment with a small smile, crossing my arms as I stand.

Tris grins at me, revealing white teeth. "Thanks. You don't look so bad, either," she says with a smirk.

I chuckle softly, stepping closer and greeting her with a kiss. Tris wraps her small arms around me, pulling me closer, tempting me.

I don't think I'll ever be used to doing this, having Tris in my arms. She has a strange effect on me.

Tris then pulls back and smiles up at me. I can't get used to that either.

But then as she sits down, I'm afraid something is eating away at her. I frown openly, wondering if she is not happy with me. "Are you alright?" I ask.

Tris looks up, a little surprised. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just. . . Well, Christina and I haven't made up yet and I'm worried about it. We've never fought for this long before." she looks down at her lap, a strand of hair falling over her face.

I brush it behind her ear as I move closer. "I'm not gonna tell you every thing is alright, Tris, because it might not be. Have you tried talking to her?" I know it's a stupid question, but I can't help asking.

Tris smiles a little at my stupidity. "Yeah. She just walks away. Tobias, I don't know what to do." Her voice is so helpless and I'm filled with warmth at her saying my true name.

It sends me into thought, however. I don't really know what to tell Tris. I'm not good with all of this girl drama.

Tris seems to resign a little. "Anyway, what's been up with you? Is Eric still being an idiot?" she jokes.

I laugh, rubbing my temple, where I usually get headaches. "Eric will always be an idiot. And not much. Work has been boring. How's it been at the tattoo parlor?" The conversation is boring and I can tell she feels it, too. A petal of fear floats into my mind, doubting that she really does want me. Uriah is much more entertaining.

Tris settles into the couch, shrugging. "It hasn't been exciting. It's been a lot slower then usual, actually," she answers.

I study her face for anything else. It's an old habit of mine, really, pretty hard to break. I've been lied to too many times. I find myself focusing on her hair again. And just like that, I'm running my fingers through it.

Tris looks amused as I knot her hair. "Having fun there, Four?" she teases.

I roll my eyes at her, slipping my fingers out of her hair. "You're here, so yes." I reply with a smirk.

Tris' cheeks flush a little. She leans in so close I can feel her breath, and then plants a tiny feather light kiss on my lips.

I automatically move closer, pressing Tris against the couch. I crash my lips into hers, savoring their taste. My hands slither under her and rest on her back.

Tris kisses me back with the same intensity, pressing her hands against my chest but not pushing me away.

I move down to her neck and she jerks her head, but doesn't say anything. A pit of doubt grows in my stomach. As I shift to look up at her, my knee hits a remote and music blares through the speakers.

Tris jumps, pulling away from me as she does. I shut the music off and let out a laugh at Tris' surprised face. She recovers and sticks her tongue out at me, and then stands.

"I'm starving. You want something from the cafeteria?" she asks me.

I'm a little disappointed that she's leaving so soon, but I hide it and adjust my shirt.

"I'm good, thanks."

Tris nods and without hesitation leaves without another word.

I frown for what seems like the tenth time today. Did I do something wrong?

Maybe I moved too fast and scared her off. I bite down on my bottom lip.

Something doesn't seem right.

Tris' POV

I creep out of Four's room, a little jittery at what just happened. It's not that we were moving too fast, I was just. . . Well, scared I guess.

I feel a little bad for leaving Four, but I don't go back to his room. I walk down the hallway, thankful for the darkness. I would be caught if someone saw me leaving Four's apartment.

"Tris?" a voice startles me out of my thoughts. And then dread fills my stomach.

Christina. This isn't good. I gulp as I hear footsteps pound closer.

"Is that you? Hey, why were you coming out of Four''s apartment?" Christina asks accusingly, her pretty eyes narrowed.

I cross my arms, praying I don't look like a deer caught in headlights. "Um. . ." I can't think of an excuse fast enough before Christina figures it out.

"Oh my gosh! You and Four are together? Is that why he broke up with me?" Christina asks, a cloud of sadness settling over her face.

My mouth turns dry and my tongue seems too large for my mouth.

"Uh. . No?" Seriously Tris? That's all you can manage? I scold myself mentally.

Christina raises an eyebrow, the sadness gone now, replaced with hurt.

"Really? Then what were you doing in Four's apartment?"

When I don't give an answer, Christina shakes her head and lets out a dry laugh.

"I knew it! Thanks a lot Tris. What a great friend you are," Christina snaps at me, turning and leaving.

I want to go after her, but I know it'll just make things worse. I feel guilty for hurting Christina, and for getting caught.

What is Four gonna say? I flinch. Maybe he'll yell at me? I chew on my lip and decide to go back to my room, not wanting to risk the cafeteria.

Once I reach my room I shut my door and lock it. By now I'm almost in tears. I promised Four I wouldn't get caught! And now Christina knows? This is terrible.

I refuse to cry. A Dauntless wouldn't cry over this, she would be brave and face the problem. And that's what I'll do. I'll talk to Four and Christina.

Tomorrow, though.