HEY EVERYONE! I'M SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG. I'VE BEEN WAITING TO POST IT BUT I WROTE IT ON MY PHONE AND IT GOT DELETED SOMEHOW (STUPID PHONE) SO I HAD TO RE-WRITE THE CHAPTER AND I HAVE TO SAY, THERE ARE BETTER CHAPTERS THAN THIS. BY FAR. SO BASICALLY AFTER I RE-WROTE THE CHAPTER I FOUND THE OLD ONE. ARGHHHHH! SO YEAH I MADE SOME EDITS AND NOW ITS STILL MESSED UP, BUT HEY! THAT ONLY TOOK 26 DAYS! COINCEDENTALLY MY LUCKY AND FAVORITE NUMBER! SO LADIES AND GENTLEMAN,

HERE IS CHAPTER 11!

CHAPTER 11

TRIS POV

What?

That's not possible! He doesn't even have this class on his schedule. How is it that as soon as my idiotic boy drama occurs, he just 'happens' to be in this class?

"Hi. My name is Four. Umm... My original schedule was a computer glitch or something, so now I have this class." He walks over to Mrs. Loski's desk and hands her the paper.

"Oh yes. Umm. Four, I'll just enter your name in the computer. Please take a seat. Anywhere is fine." She goes back to typing.

I look to my left.

Of course. There is an empty seat. I turn around before he can make a decision. The only seat available is next to a kid named Peter. Ugh I hate him. He's obnoxious and disgusting.

Four sees his options and looks at Peter, who doesn't seem to notice his appearance, and scowls.

He must not like him either.

He mouths," I'm sorry." And sits next to me.

Does he mean for sitting next to me when I obviously don't want to talk to him. Or before. Wait. Why would he apologize for that?

He doesn't know anything. Right?

Doesn't matter. All my feelings for him flew out the window, just like those words flew out of his mouth.

What's done is done. He can't take those words back.

I turn my head and look at Mrs. Loski so Four can't see my face.

"Ok class! Today we are doing a project! Your assignment is to create a song and you and your partner will perform it at the talent show in 2 weeks!"

Partners? I look around the room. I really want Danny. He's so good at the guitar! And he's really nice. Or what about Amy? She's AMAZING at the piano. You know what? I don't really care. As long as it isn't Peter. Ewww.

"Isn't this great!" Mrs. Loski practically screeches. And unenthusiastic collections of 'sure', 'yes' and 'no.' go around the room.

Mrs. Loski announces the pairs for the project while I scribble some lyrics down in my notebook.

I look up when I hear my name.

"Tris?"

"Yes Mrs. Loski?" I say politely.

"Can I talk to you?" She motions me to come over to her desk.

I nod my head and walk over.

"Tris. You are one of my best students. Amazing voice and amazing grades." I smile." Could you partner up with Four to help him out in our class? Since he's new."

I really want to say no. I just can't. He already broke my heart. "Look-"

"I'll give you extra credit! I'll work with the other teachers and have Mrs. Matthews do something! I heard you're not doing so well in science."

It's true. I have a feeling Mrs. Matthews doesn't really like me. Plus my dad isn't too happy with my grades in science...

I give in. "Sure."

"That's wonderful! Could you please tell Four?" She goes back to her computer without waiting for an answer.

I take a deep breath and walk over to his desk. When he sees me he sits up in his chair.

I say, "We're partners apparently." He doesn't say anything. "Mrs. Loski thought that since you were new in the class, I would help you out." I sigh," So I said yes."

"Tris. I'm sorr-"

"Save it. I'm didn't say yes for apologies or for obnoxious guys with numbers for names. I did it for the grade. It'll bring my grade up in science, which I need. So just do your work and I'll do mine. Ok?"

He doesn't reply for a minute and I am about to reply for him but he says, slowly," Yeah." And the bell rings.

FOURS POV

I go through all my classes gathering my thoughts about her. Why did I have to say that? Does she even care? I'm so stupid for saying anything.

The worst part is, she doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know that all that stuff I said before about not liking her was a lie.

All my hope that Tris likes me disappears. Even the tiniest sliver of hope shatters from heartbreak.

I never knew I could feel this way, ever. Tris, she's got me wrapped around her fingers, falling at her feet, thinking about her at every chance possible.

I don't know what to do.

I don't think she wants anything to do with me anymore. But there is a tiny grain of hope and wonder and sheer insanity that's asking, "If she didn't want you, we would she care so much?"

I almost manage a smile. But that quickly turns into frown when I think, if she liked you, she wouldn't anymore.

I'm so messed up! I need to talk to someone about this. I only know one thing right now. I need to tell Tris the truth. She deserves it.

I reach my only hope. Christina.

When I get to her locker she is looking on her phone, texting.

I walk over to her and say, "Hey..."

She looks up, and scowls. So, Tris told her?

"What do you want?" She spits out.

I cringe. Yup. Tris definitely told her.

"Look I'm sorry about Tris. It's just-"

"Don't. Just don't. You're not really sorry. You just don't people to know you made a girl cry." She says with such disgust that it makes my insides twist.

"It's not that. Wait. I made her cry?" she cried? I really hurt her didn't I?

"Yeah. You know you always have been a jerk. At least she can finally see that." She slams her locker door and walks away. I grab her wrist before she can go anywhere.

"What do you mean? 'She can finally see that'?" I ask, my heart sinking lower by each word.

"Damn it Four! She likes you." She makes an inhuman noise.

"She... Likes me?" I say, slowly still trying to process this. Hope coursing through my viens like adrenaline

"Yeah. Did. You really hurt her Four. I think she's moved on." She walks away slowly toward the cafeteria, stops and turns back one last time. I barely hear her over the sound of my heart breaking.

"You have to make things right. Or she'll just make things wrong."

I stand there motionless, with a blank expression on my face.

Her words pound in my head.

"Make things right."