Tris POV

I wiped at my damp cheeks, trying to hide any evidence that I'd cried. The door creaked open just as I threw myself onto the couch, pretending to take a nap. But once I saw that it was just Zeke, I shot back up. He shushed a giggling Shauna as they stumbled into the dark room, obviously drunk.

"Hey Tris," his words were slurred together and slightly incoherent. He groped along the wall, trying -unsuccessfully- to find the light switch.

I groaned inwardly, dreading the hangover that I was going to have to deal with tomorrow. I flicked on the switch, causing both of them to blink in confusion at the sudden bright light. Shauna had just noticed me, and waved, an unnaturally large smile plastered onto her face. I ushered the two of them into Zeke's room, trying to avoid any furniture for them to trip over.

"Shhhh, go to sleep, Zeke." He nearly fell onto the bed, his face smashing against the mattress. Shauna giggled, something that she would never have done if she was sober, and sat down on the bed next to him, bouncing up and down.

She waved at me again, "Hi Tris."

Her words were slightly easier to understand, and she didn't reek of alcohol quite as much as Zeke. But Zeke had also built a better tolerance against it than she did, so I imagined that a few glasses could knock Shauna out.

I glanced back to see the two of them, both lying face-down on the bed, snoring loudly. Gently closing the door shut, I silently walked back into the living room.

When I looked up, I almost jumped at the sight of Uriah sitting on the couch. He looked up when he noticed me coming in, his face completely emotionless.

I gulped.

I walked up to him with caution, still conflicted about our previous conversation. I'd somehow turned it into a screaming match and Uriah had stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard that a photo had fallen off the wall. The glass protection had shattered to pieces, and only when I looked closer, did I realize that the picture was one of us. A photo of me and Uriah holding hands, giant smiles plastered onto our faces. Without a thought, I'd tossed it into a nearby trash can.

He got up from his seat, "What happened to your hands?"

I looked down, glancing at my blood-stained hands. I'd cut myself multiple times when I was cleaning up the leftover glass shards. Sometimes on purpose.

I quickly hid them behind me, "Nothing. I'm fine."

When he walked closer, I immediately stepped back, away from him. Hurt colored his features when he saw me move away from him. I shook my head dismissively, "It's nothing."

And before he could say anything else, I grabbed my coat and brushed past him, heading straight for the door. One foot was already out the door when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand. I flinched, his finger digging into a messily bandaged up cut.

When he saw me flinch, I could feel his heavy gaze on me, but I tried to focus on anything but him. I yanked my arm back as hard as I could, reaching for the door knob and closing the door shut. I shook my hand, trying to ignore the burning pain.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes for the second time today. I blinked furiously, trying to force them back. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, walking as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care either, as long as it was away from Uriah.

I was so focused on getting away that I crashed straight into a passerby. Big mistake. I crashed to the floor, ending up on my butt while a tall figure loomed over me.

"Tris!" He held a hand out to me and easily pulled me up. I brushed the imaginary dust off my clothes, trying to distract myself. My heart was racing, pounding against my chest at alarming speeds.

"Hey, Four."

He smiled, and I tried to force one onto my face as well, but it came out as more of a grimace. This is almost too cliche, I thought to myself.

I began to walk away but he turned around and fell into place beside me. I tried to walk faster, but he was easily able to match my quick pace with his long strides. I tried slowing down to encourage him to leave me behind, but he slowed his pace too, and sometimes just stopped walking altogether.

He didn't seem to get the hint that I didn't want to be around him right now.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Away from you, I wanted to scream back at him. "Nowhere."

"Nowhere?"

I kept walking and so did he.

"How's Uriah?'

I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I whipped my head around just as he skidded to a halt.

He smiled, seeming satisfied to have distracted me. "I saw him earlier and he seemed pretty upset."

"Oh."

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say more. But just at that moment, a very drunk Lauren rushed out of a nearby restaurant.

"Four, there you are!" She screamed his name with a grin on her face. She ran towards him and grabbed ahold of his arm.

"Lauren-" She seemed even more drunk than Zeke, and that was pretty obvious as she began laughing and stumbled forward. Her hair hung in a mess, dangling in front of her face. She brushed a few strands away, laughing wildly in the process. Four immediately reached out and caught her fall, wrapping his strong arms around her. He helped her up, as she pushed her body against his again.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! Where'd you go?" Lauren demanded with a pout.

I was already gone by the time he'd bothered to look up and try to find me.

And as I was walking away, I glanced back to see him lead her back into the restaurant. He watched my disappearing figure as he answered, "Nowhere."