Four

the number guy

Tris and Four had been together for four days, I think Four can use the big L word now. I love her, thought Four, I want to kiss her really hard—oh my god! Four knew be had to get rid of the dirty thoughts not by sitting and thinking about their risky relationship, so he went out for a bit of fresh air. Unfortunately, he ran into Tris.
"Tobias!" She called out, if Four got a boner he'd have to screech death cry in order to flee now. "I needed some air, that Alvin—Alex? Al... whatever! He's so annoying—always crying himself to sleep, like, what a pussy." She ranted. Please don't talk about pussy right now.
"Uh, yeah." He couldn't think of anything edgy or emo to say if his peepee was extending. Four started flexing his legs in order to get rid of his boner.
"Tobias? Oh, this is an exercise you want me to learn so I can surpass Peter." Tris assumed. " Not exactly—" Tris copied Four's movements, this only drove Four's attention to her knees. He could no longer hold back.
Four stretched his arms out and rested his hands on Tris' knees. Tris let out a very loud, hentai-like moan at just Four's touch. His hands moved to the back of her knees and he began to slap them.
"Nnnn... ni—ni... Tobias...!" Tris moaned. Four whipped it out at the sound of his name, he forcefully bent Tris' knee and rubbed his small stick in the space between. It was sloppy and rough, because he hadn't gotten any bitches with that edgy personality, but his groaning indicated how much he was enjoying himself. And Tris, she was moaning like crazy like some anime bitch from a hentai.
"Tris!"
"Tobias!"

Four busted seven nuts, coating the entire Dauntless grounds. Tris and Four lay next to each other surrounded by semen.

Once he caught his breathe he turned over and kissed Tris. After a few seconds, Four pulled back, noticing his mistake.
"Tris, I'm so sorry. Oh my god, my kiss got you pregnant—it's too soon for kids. I promise I won't hug you ever again!" Four began to panic, he was very surprised when Tris slapped the back of his knee. "I love you," she said with a smile, "we can get an abortion or something." Her smile was so bright all the dark, negative thoughts could not be seen.
"I lo—" Bang.
Two bullet shot through Tris. Four's eyes widened. Tris collapsed, her hand still on his knee and her eyes looking straight up at him. Suddenly, Four remembered he has keep up his edgy personality so he looked down at Tris, completely expressionless. Tris was gone. Okay, the body's still warm I gotta be fast.

Right when Four was going to give her knees another good 'ol slap in the back, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Four, come back to the playground." He knew that voice.
"X." Four turned to get a good look at his girlfriend's killer, the yellow letter still held the murder weapon in his hand.
Four remained silent until he spoke at last. "Thanks homie. I thought I'd have to move on to Christina once the body went cold."