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We spent the rest of the day on the couch occasionally getting up to get food or go to the bathroom. We watched Ferris Bueler a couple more times. One time we muted it and recited the words for the characters. Eventually we shut it off and just sat in the silence.

I sat with my head leaning on his shoulder. Peter continuously ran his hand through my hair. I smiled at the soothing feeling. It was sweet and anything I could ask for with a boy but something was still nagging at me.

Sure I wanted the Fairy Tale Ending. What girl didn't? But I couldn't go further with this until I knew what I was in for. It was just the basics I wanted to know. Were we official? Exclusive? Which one of us would be the boyfriend?

I sat up to look him in the eye.

"What does this make us?" I asked.

Peter paused before answering. He briefly bit his lip and then went back to his usual sweet/sarcastic smile.

"A hell of a lot more interesting than before," he shrugged.

"Seriously," I said. "I want to know what this is. Are we together now?"

"Tris—"

His tone suggested that he didn't want to have this conversation so I interrupted him.

"We have to discuss this, Peter," I said. "Because I don't want to get hurt if this is just a fling you're having to get over Chamilla or something."

His eyes flashed, "Is that what you think this is?"

"I wouldn't know," I said. "This is my first time doing anything like this. I know it isn't yours... So what are we?"

His eyes softened as he remembered that I had no experience whatsoever in the relationship department. Again he hesitated and bit his lip. I guessed that it was his 'Pondering a Question Habit". Mine was to purse my lips and furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you want us to be?" he asked.

Now I hesitated, unsure what to say. What did I want?

"Well," I started. "I know I don't want to hate you, Peter. But I don't want us to be just friends either...I suppose I want us to be…more?"

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously hoping that I didn't come off as cheesy or weird.

But to my surprise he just let out a breath and kissed me.

He leaned his forehead against mine with his eyes still closed as he whispered, "Thank god. I wasn't sure how one-sided this was."

"How could it be one sided if I've been kissing you back all day?" I chuckled.

He laughed lightly and opened his eyes. We held each other's gaze for a while.

His eyes weren't just emerald green, I mused as we sat silently. They were swirled in with so many different shades of green and flecked with black.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked, breaking the silence.

My eyes widened.

"What?" I said stupidly.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he repeated.

Girlfriend? We had hated each other since last night! But then again last night he was incredibly sweet to me and today we were making out…

Taking my silence as a no, Peter stood up, his expression once again hard and said, "Forget I asked."

"Wait!" I shouted. I jumped up from the couch and kissed him hard.

He responded immediately, kissing me back passionately. He deepened the kiss taking my breath away. We pulled pack and smiled at each other.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll be your girlfriend."

We jumped apart as the sound of the door opened.

"Honey, I'm hoooooome!" Uriah's voiced echoed through the cabin. "Tris, you really missed out! Will fell in the water so many ti—"

He broke off once he set foot in the living room.

"Hello, Peter," he said.

"Uriah," Peter nodded.

"What are you doing in my cabin?"

"Keeping Tris company," he replied. "I got a little bored in my own cabin after waiting for the first hour or so for someone to wake up. But oh, get this! You'll love this, Uriah! Everyone was already gone! Isn't that funny?"

I held my breath. Uriah's fists were balled tight. Uriah may not have been as tall or strong as Peter, but he was twice as reckless and would start a fight if he was angry, even if his opponent was Mike Tyson or the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.

Trying to lighten the mood, I said, "Hey we watched Ferris Bueler! Isn't that such a great movie?"

Uriah's eyes flashed. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Peter. I knocked on every door."

"I guess you must have missed my room because I didn't hear anything," Peter said.

"What's your favorite part, Peter?" I asked, a little too frantically. "I like all of it! Especially the part where—"

"You know, you have a lot of nerve accusing me of purposely leaving you behind," Uriah said.

"Boys," I said.

Peters cracked his knuckles. "Is that so?"

"It is."

"I don't think it's so much an accusation as a fact."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Uriah narrowed his eyes.

"Boys!" I repeated.

People who had just gotten back were roaming the halls, giving us nervous looks. I couldn't blame them. I was nervous too. If this broke out in a fist fight, I wouldn't be able to stop them myself.

"Yeah, I am," Peter said.

"Well it isn't a lie that I'm going to kick your ass," Uriah drew his fist back.

"HEY!" I shouted. "EVERYONE CALM DOWN OR I WILL KICK BOTH OF YOUR ASSES MYSELF!"

We all knew that probably wasn't possible. But hopefully my angry tone was enough to convince them otherwise.

Peter and Uriah jumped.

I wasn't acting angry. I truly was. I was having a nice afternoon but of course they had to start yelling at each other to mess it up! Beatrice Prior doesn't raise her voice. But now Tris does.

"Listen, you two," I pointed a finger at them. "I want to have a nice, quiet day. I already have to worry about acting pressure, my brother might be screwing his teacher for extra credit, and my now boyfriend's ex-girlfriend wants to kill me. I don't need you fighting right now so please shut up."

They were silent for at least twenty seconds before Uriah spoke.

"You guys are dating?" he said, disgust written all over his face. "Tris, how could you date him?"

Peter facepalmed.

"That's not the point," I grit my teeth.

"But he's so—"

"I don't want to hear it, Uriah!"

"But—"

"Dating for twenty seconds and I'm already getting reprimanded for it!" I groaned. Pointing a finger at him, I said, "Listen, you need to respect my choices. I'm so done with people telling me who I can and can't be friends with and who I can and can't date."

And with that, I turned and left the room.

As I was exiting, I heard Uriah mumble, "What's gotten into her?"

"I think I'm a bad influence on her," Peter replied.

I could almost hear his smirk.

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