We sneak over to the training room, and, despite it being the middle of the night, I feel wide awake. I take Cassandra to one of the punching bags and help her stand correctly.

I'm suddenly aware of how close she is to me, and I back away, feeling embarrassed, and she grins. "Something wrong?" I look away. "No. Everything's fine. Perfect." I wince, knowing how stupid I was starting to sound. "Okay... so what do I do?"

Why did I agree to train her? Why? "Um, right. Remember what Matt said... Legs apart, fists close to your face..." Cassandra nods and complies. "Like this?" I smile. "Yes, exactly." "Great. What's next, coach?" She beams at me, and I am frozen in place. She's so beautiful! "Uh,well...I..." Cassandra frowns.

"Are you tired? I knew depriving you of sleep was asking too much of you. I'm sorry." I chuckle. "No, it's nothing like that. Probably just the dauntless cake taking its toll on me." Cassandra smiles. "Probably. So, now what?"

"Well, let's practice with the bags first, and then you can try throwing punches at me." Cassandra salutes me. "Sir, yes, sir." I stand back and watch as she hits the bag again and again, improving by the minute. "Wow, that was...that was great." Cassandra gasps. "Really?"

"Yeah. You sure you want to keep practicing? I don't think you need to." Cassandra scoffs. "Of course I do. Come at me, Matt." Shrugging, I raise my arms and brace myself. She swings at me, but I catch her arm just in time. "No fair!" I laugh. "Try again."

Cassandra catches me off guard and knocks me to the ground. "Wha-"... She grins, and then slips, falling right on top of me. "Um,sorry, I just...Uh..." It was my turn to grin at her. "And I thought I had a speech problem!"

Laughing, we get up and keep practicing, no longer worried about who might see us together.