A/N: I feel like we don't know enough about the other initiates, and their thoughts, so these are certain moments during divergent, in the point of view of other initiates, in no particular order, a oneshot series.

Christina:

Will and I sit together at our table, awaiting the final ranks. Our hands are clasped under the table. Tris is late. Where is she? We kind of abandoned her before she came out of her landscape, because truthfully we were jealous of her short timing. We used excuses, like wanting to go be alone, but that I know that wasn't Will and I's train of thought. I don't know where she is though. Who comforted her after landscape, or did she simply go and sit in an abandoned hallway by herself like she does when she is distressed. Could she be with a boy? I quickly dismiss the thought, she's a stiff, there is no way, but then again she did transfer.

"Speak of the devil" I mutter underneath my breath as Tris comes running, looking twitchy. She quickly comes and sits at the table next to me. I notice four also walks in late. Were they together? It can't be, but I do remember how much Four stared at her.

"Where did you go?" I ask, "Everyone else went back to the dormitory"

"I just wandered around" she replies. I can tell she's lying, "I was too nervous to talk to everyone else about it"

"You have no reason to be nervous, I turned around for one second to talk to Will, and you were already done" I say, trying to disguise the jealousy in my voice. All the simulations are just so easy for her. She shrugs and says,

"What job are you going to pick"

"I think I want a job like Four's, training the initiates, you know scaring the living daylights out of them. How about you?"

"I guess…" she hesitates "I could be an ambassador to the other factions, being a transfer might help me."

"I was hoping you would say Dauntless-leader-in-training, because that's what peter wants. He couldn't shut up about it in the dorm earlier."

"And it's what I want." Says will. "Hopefully I ranked higher than him, oh and all the dauntless born initiates. Oh god this is going to be impossible"

Poor will, I decide to comfort him, by taking his hand gently, and saying

"No it isn't" he squeezes my hand. Something pops up into my mind, which I meant to ask Tris, "Just one question, the leaders who were watching your fear landscape… they were laughing about something."

"Oh, I'm glad my terror amused them."

"Any idea which obstacle it was?" I ask. She starts to gnaw her cheek viciously, telling me that she is about to lie.

"No"

"You're lying. You always bite the inside of your cheek when you lie, it's you tell" Her eyes widen, "will's is pinching his lips together if that comforts you." Will immediately covers his mouth, casing me to laugh a little.

"Ok, I'm afraid of intimacy" she says, blushing a bright tomato red

"Intimacy" I reply "like sex?" I say, and she tenses up, and nods stiffly. Will and I both crack up, while Tris stays rigid, and blushes even brighter if that is even possible.

"What was that like?" I ask "did someone just try and do it with you? Who was it?"

"Oh you know, faceless unidentifiable male." She is clearly lying, but before I say something, she asks,

"How were your moths?" She asks, smugly. Okay, I guess I deserve that

"You said you would never tell!" I shout, and I smack her arm.

"Moths?" asks Will, "You're afraid of moths?"

"Not just a cloud of moths, like an entire swarm of moths, everywhere, all those wings, and legs…" I say, shivering at the memory

"Terrifying" says will, with mock seriousness, "That's my girl, tough as cotton balls."

"Oh shut up" I say, blushing.

A microphone squeals, and Eric steps up to a crate. I don't listen to his speech; my thoughts drown out even the sounds of dauntless. What will my rank be? Will I be factionless? Will Will be factionless? Will the evil trio stay? I am shaken out of my daze when Eric says, " the rankings, will appear on the screen behind me."

I look up. The rankings go like this:

Tris

Uriah

Lynn

Marlene

Peter

Will

Christina

Yoni

Amos

Avigayl

I stay, will stays, heck, Tris ranked first. I jump up. I scream, I hug Tris, to euphoric to care about anything. Will grabs me. We collide, in a sloppy kiss. I am too happy to Care about what everyone else is seeing, or even that peter is staying. We made it! We are members now! When we finally break away, I turn around to say something to Tris, but she is making out with someone. Wait! Tris, the stiff is making out with someone. Who is this someone? I turn a little to see who it is, and my eyeball fall out of my face. Tris is making out with Four. Four who was our instructor, is also kissing her back. So I was right. I tap Will on the shoulder. When he sees Tris, his jaw also drops.

When Tris finally lets of Four, they have some quick exchange before Four walks away. Tris's eyes are wide and nervous for a second, before she sees me and Will, and blushes bright red.

"What just happened?" I ask her

"Um…"

"How could you not tell me? How long has this been going on?"

"I was afraid if anyone knew they would think my rank was so high because of favoritism, and it started between stage 2 and 3"

I let my brain process this. It makes sense, so I shout while jumping up and down, and clapping,

"Trissy has a boyfriend, Trissy has a boyfriend." She has to slap me to get me to shut up.

"Well I'm happy for you I say, now shall we go celebrate?" I ask, and we all cheer. Tomorrow we can start are happy lives in Dauntless, or that's what I thought. What followed is something no one expected.

A/N: so thank you for reading. I'm probably going to write more in other initiate's pov, but please read and review, when I don't get reviews it makes me wonder whether my writing is good or bad, so please review, and read my other stories.