Tris.” I Keep Staring. “tris.”

Four!" I Call Out. Why Am I Calling A Number? Oh Yes. Because That's His Name. — Tris.

You Think Giving You A Hug Would Give Away Too Much?" He Says. "you Know," I Say. "i Really Don't Care." I Stand On My Tiptoes And Press My Lips To His. It Is The Best Moment Of My Life.

You Are Holding A Loaded Gun, You Idiot. Act Like It.

Are You Conceding?' He Says, His Mouth Falling Open With Mock Surprise. 'seems Like That Serum Did You Some Good After All...' I Shove Him As Hard As I Can. 'take That Back. Take It Back Now.' 'okay, Okay!' He Puts Up His Hands. 'it's Just... I'm Not Very Nice Either, You Know. That's Why I Like You So- ' 'out!' I Shout, Pointing At The Door.

It's Easy To Be Brave When They're Not My Fears.