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Tris' POV

"You made this?" I asked perplexed. I wouldn't have expected him to make something this good.

"Yes, cooking is something I love to do" he blushes.

"Wow, I would have never guessed" I admit.

"Why? Is it because I'm a rogue and I only know to cause havoc?" He rolls his eyes. I find myself chuckling.

" Well, honestly yes. It was what we were taught to think" I admit.

"Anyway, what are you doing out here during school hours?" I ask him before putting another fry in my mouth. He lets out a sigh, a sigh that convinces me that he would rather keep silent than tell me. So we just sat in silence for a few minutes, watching our high school building. If I strain my eyes, I can see figures of the werewolf students spending their break in the field.

"It was a mistake coming to this school..." he breaks the silence. His voice sounds heavy, I stayed silent so that he could speak.

"I thought that maybe, just maybe others wouldn't see me as the monster rouge everyone has called me my entire