A/N: I'm going to make this a short and sweet intro because I have to study as does my friend who will also be writing the A/N (because she's the other author). So... enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: We do not own anything from or relating to the Divergent series, KAO, FIJI, or UCLA.

"You all ready?'

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes mother."

"Let's go over the checklist..."

"Dad please, I'm a sophomore in college..."

"A sophomore at a new college."

"Sweetheart we can't have you forgetting anything."

"Ugh fine."

"Teddy bear?"

"Mom!"

"Well do you have him?"

"...yes."

"Family photos?"

"Yes."

"Electric toothbrush?"

"I have a regular one…"

"We'll send it."

"I'm sure there is an abundance of electric toothbrushes in Los Angeles mom."

"Don't sass your mother Beatrice."

"But… sorry mother."

My dad kisses my forehead and says, "Call us if you need anything."

As I'm walking out the door I hear Mom exclaim, "And I don't want to hear about any California college parties!"

Yeah mom... Right... 'Cause I'm definitely going to be the party girl of UCLA

I pull up to the Kappa Alpha Theta house and grab my suitcases out of my trunk. I pause for a moment and admire the stunning building. A large oak tree arches over the pathway leading to a brick house covered with ivy. White columns reach up to what looks like the third floor of the house. I grin and start marching up the gravel path. As I'm dragging my luggage up the front steps, the front door flies open and a tall, dark-skinned girl with short dark brown hair stumbles down to me and throws her arms around me while screaming.

"ROOMIE!"

I practically trip over a nearby flower pot.

"Uh, hello?" The girl is practically bouncing out of her own skin.

"You must be Tris!"

"Um, yeah. That's me." I say wriggling out of her grasp.

"Well, hi! I'm Christina!" She grabs one of my suitcases.

"I'll show you our room!" I smile at her bubbly personality. Practically the complete opposite of me, but that's ok. It seems like she could be a good friend. I lug the the remainder of my suitcases up to the second floor while trying to keep up with Christina, who is practically sprinting and still managing to chat up a storm.

"So, there are only about 15 of us who actually live in the house, the rest live off campus or in the dorms. There's the kitchen, bathroom, another bathroom, watch your step..."

Eventually we make it to the actual room, and I am practically sweating. However, I find that the walk, or more like sprint, was totally worth it. Christina and I share one room with two twin beds in it, just like any other dorm, but we have our own bathroom, sitting room, desks, fireplace, and balcony.

"This is amazing!" I exclaim.

"I know right?! I don't know how we managed to get such a nice room, but I'm ok with it!" She exclaims.

"My dad had some of his workers bring over furniture and a tv for us, so we can make it feel nice and cozy." Well, that is a very nice dad.

"Thanks! I'm going to start unpacking."

"Sounds good! I'm going to start decorating, mind helping when you're done?"

"Sure!" I say as I roll my suitcases to the bedroom.

I pull out my bedspread with a tribal pattern on it and start arranging my bed. I brought a ton of pillows for comfort, my teddy bear (as mentioned in the checklist), and a fuzzy blanket. After I am satisfied with that, I take out my abundance of books, notebooks, and soccer posters and place them accordingly. Since I am from Colorado, I hang the flag above my bed, and then I hang some Chinese lanterns from the ceiling. I put a family photo on my night stand along with my alarm clock. After putting away my clothes and shoes in the closet, I go to help Christina with the sitting room. We put out one of those fuzzy rugs, a couch, two beanbags, a coffee table, a minifridge, a coffee maker and manage to hang up the flat-screen tv. When we finally shove the couch in the place Christina wanted it, there is a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Christina shouts. The door opens.

"Hey ladies!" Christina runs over to her.

"Shauna!"

"I wanted to make sure that Tris was settling in ok!'

"Yeah, I'm doing great!"

"Good! I'm head of Kappa Alpha Theta; so, let me know if you have any questions! I'll let you finish unpacking!"

I thank her and collapse on the couch.

"So you play soccer?" Christina asks, plopping on a beanbag.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" I ask. She bursts out laughing.

"Oh please, you're the talk of the girl's soccer team at UCLA!" I pause.

"Uh, why?" She laughs again.

"You really don't know do you?" I shrug. She sighs.

"I am on the team, and last year we had an amazing season. We won the National Championships. Then we heard that this random new girl, Tris Prior, had been recruited and was coming to UCLA this fall, and we so confused. See, we already had every position filled on our team with girls that were returning from last year. So, we didn't understand why the coaches needed to recruit another player on top of the freshmen, of course."

"Oh, well... Um..." Dang it, dang it, dang it. How am I supposed to explain why the coaches randomly recruited me without revealing my identity...

"I guess they just liked how I play. I'm just going to be a substitute, too. So, I was told that it wouldn't be that big of a deal."

"Oh, ok! We just weren't sure where you were going to fit into the team, but that makes sense now! So, at KAO we have the some other soccer players, besides us. They are Shauna, Marlene, Lucy, and Danelia. We are all pretty good, but, realistically, none of us will be able to go pro."

"Oh, well that's cool. Good to know that there are a few of us living here. Maybe I can meet them and explain the whole recruitment thing to them too.." I respond.

"Oh, yeah! That's a great idea! Let's go down to the kitchen now! Everyone is there; so, we can definitely talk with them for a little bit,"

Once we get downstairs, Christina and I mainly talk to Shauna and Marlene, who both play midfield. Most of the girls in Kappa Alpha Theta are in sports, so Shauna sets some ground rules.

"Ladies!" She shouts. Everyone turns their heads, and the talking ceases.

"So! For everyone who is new this year welcome to Kappa Alpha Theta! We are a loving sisterhood, and none of us will tolerate drama or unacceptable behavior. If you so happen to be the cause of anything as such, you will be kicked out of this sorority." There is some mumbling that lasts for only a second before Shauna starts talking again.

"Now, since most of you are in an extremely competitive sport at UCLA, it is your responsibility to keep your grades up and to stay away from drinking and drugs. I do not care if your are 21, or if there is alcohol available to you at a party, limit the intake!" Everyone is silent.

"Understand?" Everyone nods.

Shauna smiles.

"This doesn't mean that Kappa Alpha Theta does not like to have fun though!" There are a couple of cheers.

"Our brother house, FIJI hosts some parties, as do we. FIJI has some different, err, rules than us, but when at their parties and events, I expect reasonable behavior. We also host a lot of events for the university as we are one of the most popular sororities on campus!" Shauna grins. "I hope this will be a great year for everyone! There is a homecoming party at FIJI next Saturday night, and I hope you all can make it!" Shauna exits the kitchen with Marlene, as do Christina and I heading towards our room.

When we reach our room, I go to my closet and grab a racerback sports bra with an American flag design on it, a see-through white racerback tank top, and a pair of navy blue Nike shorts. Then I go into the bathroom and throw that outfit on while putting my hair up into a high ponytail with a navy blue headband. I exit the bathroom and grab my soccer bag while telling Christina that I am going out to find the soccer field for a little practice. She responds with an affirmative grunt without looking up from her phone. I then head out the door towards the campus.

I finally find the soccer field and see that a group of four guys is playing a pick-up game on one half of the field. Consequently, I head to the other half. I plop my bag down onto the ground and take out my shin guards, knee high red socks, and my beloved custom black Nike Mercurial Superfly iD cleats with American flag swooshes and laces. I quickly put all of my gear on and get out my ball. I then take out my iPhone 6 and put it into my armband, after I turn on my workout playlist.

My warm-up consists of 10 suicides followed by my basic stretching routine. Then I take out some training cones and set them up in one of the many patterns that my trainers and coaches have taught me over the years. I practice my ball handling and acceleration while dodging in and out of the cones and get completely lost in the music and training. After 45 minutes an alarm goes off on my phone signaling that I have finished half of my workout; so, I start to pick up all of my cones. After they are all cleaned up, I check if the guys from earlier are still there; they are. Well, I guess I won't be working on my breakaways today. I move on to my shooting drills. After another 45 minutes of that, I decide that I should do my cool-down, which consists of another 10 suicides, my basic body weight strength routine, and my basic stretching routine, again.

When I finish stretching, I turn off my music and start to head over to the sidelines to get my stuff, but when I reach my bag, I realize that a tall, dark-skinned guy is standing right next to me. I turn and look at him expectantly, but he is just staring at me like I am the resurrected Jesus. I immediately feel very self-conscious and look down to see if I have dirt or food on my clothes, but I don't. I then snap my fingers in front of his face, and he finally appears to be aware of his surroundings again.

"Can I help you with something?" I politely question. His face turns bright red and he begins to stutter.

"Um... Well... My friends and I were just messing around, and we couldn't help but notice how good you are. So, we were wondering if you wanted to join us in our game?"

"Oh, Sure! I would love to! Thanks for asking!" He smiles like he just won the lottery.

"Great! Come on!" We then head over to the other guys who were rolling on the turf laughing while watching our entire conversation.

The guy that came over to talk to me then starts yelling at them.

"Shut up guys! All of you were too chicken to talk to her anyway!" Then the three guys all stop laughing and give him death glares.

The tallest one who is incredibly handsome with dark blue eyes, tan skin, and dark brown hair immediately responds in a dreamy Spanish accent.

"I was not! You three idiots were the ones that wanted to play with the little girl!" Welp, there went all of his attractiveness. I am now exceptionally pissed. I know that I am on the shorter side, especially compared to this jerk, but that doesn't mean that I'm not strong or capable of being a good soccer player. So, I immediately go into crazy defensive mode, and get up in his face, or well chest since he's so damn tall, and grab his shirt collar. I pull his face down to my height so I am looking into his eyes. I then threaten him in my most deadly voice.

"Listen up jackass! I don't give a fuck about how good you think you are or how much you believe that a girl can never be as good as a guy when it comes to sports, in our case soccer. But if nothing, you at least owe me a fair chance to prove myself, even though I have no need to actually do that. So, next time a situation like this arises you will not write off a girl before she has a chance to kick your cocky ass because you and I are going to play a one-on-one game right here, right now. When I win, that will be the beginning of your education of how to properly treat a girl. Capiche? Good. Let's go. Feel free to prepare any way you want to, but I would suggest finding your dignity as a man as a good start."

I release his shirt and back away while looking at his stupid face formed into the perfect cartoon O. Usually, I would laugh, but right now I am just too pissed to think about anything other than kicking this guy's ass. I then realize that I want every advantage possible in this game;so, I decide to take off my tank top just leaving me in just my sports bra and shorts. I figure that even though I'm not attractive or desirable; he is a college guy and will be distracted by the sight of a girl without her shirt on.

Jerk of the Year and his friends stare at me with open mouths for a few more minutes until I clear my throat and ask him if he is ready. He immediately closes his mouth and straightens his posture while giving me a menacing glare that I send straight back. Another one of his friends comes and drops the ball in between us. I react faster than Señor Jerk; so, the ball is now in my possession. I quickly dribble the ball past him and fire a shot into the top right corner of the net. In my anger, I put so much force behind the ball that the net rips... Oops. I turn back to find that the guys are once again staring at me with open mouths. I decide to taunt Señor Jerk a little bit.

"Well, that was absolutely pathetic. You talk so big and then can't even keep up with a "little girl" that you are ten inches taller than. Here, I'll even go easy on you this time." I pass the ball to him, and it lands perfectly right at his feet. I taunt him again while holding up my hands.

"Whenever you're ready... Take as much time as you need"

His face contorts in anger, and he charges at me like a bull. I'm so angry though that I don't even think about being scared of him. When he gets close enough to me, I steal the ball from in between his legs, spin around, and fire at the goal again, obviously scoring. Similar situations happen three more times until I take a little pity on him.

"Well considering the fact that it is 5 to 0, and you are not showing any signs of being able to score anytime soon... I think we'll just call the game there. I hope you learned your lesson to not underestimate me! Now, I'll just leave you here to brood and complain to all of your friends here about how much of a bitch I am. Bye!" With that I pick up my tank; put it on; walk back over to my bag; take off my cleats, socks, and shin guards; put on my regular Nikes (that match my cleats); and head towards the exit while all four guys are still staring after me with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

As I am walking back to the Kappa Alpha Theta house, I realize that I might have just accidentally revealed who I am to those four guys... Damn it... Well, maybe they'll just think that I'm just a new soccer girl... You have to be super good to get on the UCLA soccer teams anyway; so, maybe that will take suspicion away from me... I didn't have to pull any of my signature moves either... So... I guess I'll just have to wait and see how things pan out with them.

When I get back to my room, I quickly fall asleep, exhaustion taking over me. Classes start tomorrow at 8, and I am already tired. My alarm wakes me up at six. I hop in the shower, put on some jeans and a dark blue tee that says "National Girl's Soccer Championships 2008" on it. Pulling my blond hair up into a pony tail, I grab a banana from the kitchen and make my way to what looks like the science building on my map. I am interested in pre-med, but my soccer career might get in the way of that. I am still taking the classes though. I slip into one of the labs and set my North Face Backpack next to my seat. The professor walks in and shushes the class.

"Welcome to anatomy, I am Professor Max Euro. This is a challenging class, and I expect nothing less than the absolute best work from my students. Compredo?"

Everyone nods and waits for him to continue.

"I have created a list of lab partners based on skill. If you are paired with someone who is less, err, experienced than you and does not try nearly as hard, I want you to whip them into shape. You are with that person for a reason. Got it?" He looks around.

"Good." He starts calling off names until he reaches my name.

"Tris Prior with..." He looks uncertain. "...Four Eaton."

Suddenly I hear a voice behind me say, "You must be Ms. Prior." I whip around and see that it's that jerk from the soccer game. Yay. His Spanish accent clearly shows through, despite him clearly trying to hide it. His eyes widen in shock when he sees that it is me. Well, good. I am none too pleased to see him either.

"Yes. Call me Tris please." I mumble. He nods, about to say something else, but instead turns to a girl tapping him on his shoulder.

"Hey Four. I'm soooooo bummed we are not working together. We just really make a good match." She says, stroking his muscular arm. I nearly gag. Four is clearly enjoying this attention. I roll my eyes and look on the board to see that we have a ten page paper due regarding our previous knowledge in anatomy. I groan at the work load. We have so much work to do... I turn my head to see a group of girls swarming Four. Ew. The Professor yells at them to take a seat, and they blow kisses to Four. I thought this was college not middle school. I listen to Max (that is what he said to call him) for the next two hours while Four texts multiple girls on his phone. When the lecture us over, I quickly grab my bag and try to avoid Four.

"Hey Prior!" He calls. Crap. I turn around and look up at him. He pops a piece of gum in his mouth.

"I was wondering if I could copy your notes." I laugh.

"Are you serious? You were texting that entire class! Go find some other girl to help you. Unlike most, I'm not going to give you whatever you want Four." He rolls his eyes. "Geez Prior. No need to get so worked up about it. After all we're lab partners, you're supposed to help me."

"Ok. Sure I'll help." I smirk.

"Really thanks!" I grab an anatomy book off a table and put it in his hands.

"Read this. I'm sure you can find the stuff we learned in there."

"But..." Four says, clutching the book. I quickly turn and storm off to the library.

When I get there, I decide to sit next to some guy who's face is pressed in a book.

"You ok?" I ask.

"I am totally going to fail this class" He mumbles. He looks up. His dark brown eyes already look exhausted, but they immediately light up when they see me.

He exclaims, "Hey! You're the badass soccer girl that kicked Four's butt!" I laugh.

"Thanks! I think..."

"Well, I never got to introduce myself. I'm Uriah." He says while holding his hand out for me to shake.

"Tris." I respond while taking his hand.

"Nice to officially meet you. I'm really sorry to ask, but could you help me with this calculus? Based on the anatomy book in your hand, I'm guessing you're way beyond my academic level." He looks desperate, so I take on the role of being a tutor for him before I go to my next class. After I get him through the first chapter of his math book, I walk with him to my next class, which I have with him - environmental studies.

In this class, we are allowed to choose study/lab partners, and Uriah immediately grabs my arm.

"Ow, Uriah! Can you try to not pull my arm out of its socket?" I say while rubbing my shoulder. He releases my arm and grins.

"Sorry, Tris." I laugh.

"No big deal." The remainder of the class (all three hours of it) was just taking notes and observing protists under a microscope. Uriah, unlike Four, actually took notes. You could tell this is his best subject.

Ok, mission accomplished. Neither Four nor Uriah said anything to me about being Six Wright; so, my secret is safe for now. But, I'm definitely going to have to watch myself more carefully from now on.

For the next week, I focus only on studies and soccer. Christina occasionally tries to make me go to a couple of parties, but I always insist that I need to study. Four is about as dushy as possible. The only good thing about him is his good looks and Spanish accent. I have personally witnessed him making out with two girls in the course of a week, and I am surprised he is not failing anatomy. I decided to not talk to any of the girls in Kappa about him because they would only discuss how hot and dreamy he is.

On the first Saturday of the school year, I find myself trying to keep my eyes open while reading Romeo and Juliet for the hundredth time for English. This should be light reading, according to my professor. As my eyes are closing, Christiana bursts into the room.

"TRIS!" She grabs my book. "WHY ARE YOU NOT IN A DRESS?!" I groan.

"Because I am in my dorm, and I don't feel the need to look fabulous right now." I grab my book and flip back to the page I was on.

"TRIS. FIJI is having the homecoming party tonight! Don't you remember? You have to go!" Oh right. I should probably go to that. I don't think my parents would care...that much.

"Ok fine, fine. What should I wear?" Christina squels.

"I have just the thing for you!" She sprints to her closet and grabs a gray, strapless dress with a pearl belt. I have to admit that it is really cute. I slip it on and do a twirl for Christina.

"Well?" I ask.

"OMG its perfect!" She exclaims.

"Now let me do your hair." She puts my hair in a french braid and hands me some pearl earrings.

"Perfect."

We head over to the FIJI house with Shauna and Marlene. You can hear the music from literally two blocks away. We step in and are immediately welcomed by the smell of beer. I groan. Wonderful. Christina and I squeeze through the people and manage to find bottles of water. As I start to take a sip, someone grabs me from behind.

"Trissy!"

"Uriah!" I flip around and fold my arms.

"Are you drunk?" He grins.

"Only a little. I didn't know that you were in Kappa Alpha Theta! Now we get to hang out even more cause I'm in FIJI!" He says throwing his arm around my shoulder. I laugh and walk with him to the living room, which is a little bit quieter, but not really. I immediately regret going in. Four has some girl on his lap who is whispering in his ear. He catches my eye. I shake my head in
disgust. I can't stand him. You can tell he is drunk. I fold my arms as Four pushes the girl off of him and starts to walk over to me.

"Tris... you look good. Let's not think about that other girl." He whispers, while trying to slip his arm around my waist. I slap him.

"You are disgusting Four! Get the heck away from me!" I storm to the door.

"Tris...wait I'm sorry. I wasn't ever trying to be rude!" He calls. I storm out of the FIJI house and go back to my room. I climb into bed. I completely regret going to that stupid party in the first place. I don't have classes tomorrow, and the soccer girls are playing a quick game against the boy's team soon. So, I need to rest anyways.

The next day I gather with the girl's soccer team in the huge stadium. The boys are still in the locker room. Apparently, this game is the big thing at UCLA before the soccer season starts. It has been a couple of years since the girls have won, and I hope we can change that. I found out recently that both Four and Uriah are on the soccer team. Four is the captain. Of course he is. FIJI composes most of UCLA's soccer team; there's Four, Uriah, Will, Zeke, and a couple of other guys. The right side of the stadium contains only girls, and then the left contains only boys.

The ref yells at the boys to get on the field. They jog over into their positions while the girls on the field wait tapping our feet. Don't worry guys, take your sweet time. Four and Shauna both go over the ref to decide who get's the ball. Four wins, and Uriah starts with the ball. Marlene, our center mid, immediately steals the ball the moment Uriah makes the first pass to Four. There is a cheer from the girls. Four immediately steals the ball back. Apparently he is center mid. He starts to dribble at maximum speed down the turf field. Shauna could not get the ball, and Four passes to Will, who shoots. Thankfully, our goalie, Lucy makes a remarkable save. Being wide open, Lucy decides to just roll the ball to Christina who makes a large cross up to Aaliyah, the starting power forward for our team. She starts to dribble up the field, but out of nowhere, Four comes and steals the ball away from her. The game continues in this fashion with no one being able to score until we are down to the last minute. I'm sitting right next to Coach, and I can see that she is getting desperate for a win. This game is a huge point of pride for her and the men's coach. I decide that I have to intervene, even if it risks exposing my identity. I have to do this for coach; so, I turn to her and whisper in her ear.

"Put me in. I know that I can beat Four out. Aaliyah is dying out there anyway." She gives me the "are you sure" look. I just nod in response. Coach then smiles wider than I have ever seen before and calls her final time out. The girls run over and form a huddle.

"Ok girls. Here's what we're gonna do. Aaliyah, you're coming out, and Tris is coming in for you. The rest of you. Your only job is to get the ball to Tris, at all costs. If she is near you defer to her; I don't care if she is playing out of her area. Get her the ball and stay out of her way." The whistle blows signaling the end of our time out and we run onto the field. The other girls are giving Coach and me weird looks, but they aren't questioning her directions. Well that's good... Most of the guys look shocked that I am on the field since I am just the new sub, but Four, Uriah, and their other two friends from the pick-up game look slightly scared. Haha, well it is for good reason. One of the guys throws in, and Four immediately takes possession. Instead of waiting for the ball in the guy's half like I should as the power forward, I bolt over to the other side of the field where Four is blowing past all of my teammates so easily that it would be laughable. I run up to him and steal the ball from in between his feet, and then, before anyone has realized what happened, I am sprinting towards the guy's goal. Once I am within normal goal scoring range, I set up and fire the ball into the top left corner of the net. It goes in, and then the buzzer sounds indicating the end of the game. Once I turn back around, I realize that everyone is staring at me with dumbfounded looks on their faces. I try and shrug it off, but then the entire girl's team starts screaming and jumping around. They run over to me and mob me while the boys just look around, as if they are still trying to understand what just happened. Once our celebration is over, we all head into the girl's locker room.

My teammates talk about my goal and the look on Four's face. I just smile at the idea of beating Four's team and congratulate everyone else on the well-played game that prevented the guy's from scoring. I didn't do anything over the top; so, no one questions me about my ability to get past Four. I am so thankful for that. We won, and I kept my secret!

Back at Kappa, we quickly fall asleep because we know we have classes tomorrow.

The next day, in anatomy, Four decides to actually take notes and tells the obsessive girls to shove off. Huh. Maybe he is sick. After Max wraps up the lesson, Four stops me before I can leave the building.

"Hey Tris!" He does have an adorable accent. I sigh.

"Yes Four?" He grins.

"Good game. It's fun to play against you."

"Well its kinda unfortunate that you play soccer too because now I get to crush you every game we play." I smirk and head outside to the cafeteria.

"Tris!" He calls. I turn around.

"You have exactly thirty seconds, 'cause I'm hungry." He slides his hand through his messy dark brown hair.

"Why can't I get you like me? Everyone else likes me." I laugh.

"Why don't I like you? Your really want to know? Well, I'll tell you. You think that you are all that. I see you with a new girl practically everyday Four. You are a player. I am the only thing keeping you from failing anatomy! You think that you are the best when it comes to everything, constantly doubt me, and treat me like I am below you. I could never like you." I fold my arms and wait for his response. Nothing. His dark blue eyes search mine.

"Why are you different, from the rest of them?" He says reffering to the girls staring at him from a couple feet away. I shake my head.

"Well, this is my first year at UCLA. I used to take all of my classes online. I met and worked with a lot of different people when I wasn't in the traditional school setting, and you exactly fit the profile of the people that I could never trust."

"You don't trust me?" He says.

"Uh, no. I can't stand you Four."

"Tris... but I like you..." He looks at his feet. I burst out laughing.

"Don't start that crap with me Four. You just want me to makeout with you. Why, I honestly have no clue because I am about as unattractive as you can get. Anyway, what number of girl would I be for today? Number 56? Should I feel honored that Four Eaton 'supposedly' likes me?"

"Tris...you're different... just give me a chance." I calmly walk over to the cafeteria, not bothering to answer him.