Obviously I am not Veronica Roth, no one from the Divergent world belongs to me, and I am making no money. If I quote anything directly from the books I will put it in italics so you know it's not mine. This is my first fanfiction so if I suck, please tell me so I won't waste my time writing more of this down. I originally rated this story M but changed it to T. I will be cross posting on my a03 account, the link is on my profile page. If the chapter gets steamy I will let you know so you can go over there to check out what's missing if you want.

I'm sick of smiling and so is my jaw, can't you see my front is crumbling down? I'm sick of being someone I'm not; please get me out of this slump. (New Found glory)

Tobias

I lean down and whisper in her ear, "I really want to kiss you right now." Tris winks, and whispers back "later, I just might let you." I've known Beatrice Prior since she was 10 and I was 12. We chose Dauntless together, when we figured out that all either of us wanted was to be free. I wanted free of my father's brutality and she wanted free of the crushing weight of expectations she would never live up to. I transferred 2 years ago, and I have missed having her around every day.

As a faction leader I am free to come and go from Dauntless headquarters freely but I have not been able to visit as often as I would like. Faction before blood, and all that crap. I shake myself out of my thoughts, and make the announcement "first jumper, Tris." She moves away and it kills me to let her. I want to grab her and never let her out of my sight again. But I can't, I'm her instructor and I have to remain aloof and objective.

I have already asked the other instructor to score her. Just so no one can claim favoritism when it becomes common knowledge that we have been best friends for 6 years and more than friends for 3. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Lauren walk up to Tris and wonder if she is going to blow the secret already, just by being too eager to meet her. Zeke is my best guy friend and Lauren is his girlfriend, making her my friend by default. So in all honesty I doubt she will really be any more objective than I would in the scoring. I wouldn't be surprised if she padded Tris's score just to keep her here, and make me happy. It won't be necessary though.

Tris and I have been training to switch to Dauntless since we were kids. The training started innocently enough. Just running and lifting whatever we could find to use as weights, helping us build muscle. We started hand to hand fighting later, which was a bit more difficult to hide, at least for her. No one noticed my bruises; they blended in with my fathers. But her family sure noticed hers. Her mom, dad, and brother are convinced she is a world class klutz. They must be laughing about her transfer thinking she is crazy for doing it, when she can't walk without tripping or knocking into things.

Learning to get on and off the train the Dauntless way was definitely a challenge. It took us months of practice to get it right. She is so tiny it's hard for her to jump high enough to pull her body up, and I hated jumping off. That weightless feeling mid jump just did not sit well with me. I really need to focus on the initiates falling into the net and stop thinking about Tris. Down boy, you can get Lauren to sneak her to your apartment later, just get through this boring stuff first.

Tris

I'm trying hard not to stare at Tobias, sorry Four, must get used to calling him Four. But those dark blue eyes keep pulling me back in. All I want right now is to be alone with him, wrapped in his arms, running my fingers over his back. I love tracing his tattoos. Eyes, hands, or mouth, doesn't matter as long as I get to worship them.

My attention is pulled away from him by a dark haired girl walking towards me. She's pretty in a generic sort of way, the only thing eye catching about her are 3 silver rings through her right eyebrow. "I'm Lauren, a friend of Four's," she says by way of introduction. Very abrupt and direct, "no don't look at me like that, he's all yours, I'm dating his friend Zeke. And trust me when you meet Zeke you will understand why Four doesn't interest me in the least. How it's possible to happily date someone that broody and monosyllabic is beyond me."

I crinkle my nose and smile; I think I might like this girl. She is almost as direct as Christina, the Candor girl I met on the train here. "He's not that bad really, just not a share his thoughts kind of guy. Makes what he does say more meaningful, and I'm not a fan of useless chatter anyway."

Lauren looks thoughtful and replies "ya, I guess that's one way of looking at it. So on to other things, just so you know I will be scoring the first stage of your initiation. That way no one can say favorites were played. The leaders score the second 2 stages. Four swears you are prepared for the tests so don't let him down. Also you desperately need new clothes, and Four will probably want me to try and sneak you into his apartment later tonight. We can use the clothes shopping as an excuse and get you there that way."

I scrunch up my face in a tortured way and reply "could you just make the clothes magically appear in my trunk, I hate shopping. And you need another excuse either way; if shopping is involved Christina will want to come." Lauren laughs and replies with a smirk "no I will not make the clothes just appear, first we shop and then I will think of something to get you to Four's place tonight. I think he is getting rather tired of his right hand, and first day of training will go so much better if he's in a good mood. Please tell me you 2 aren't all stiff about that stuff. Because if having you around is going to make him more tense than you not being here I am not going to be happy."

I blush furiously; I can't believe she just said that. But I can't believe my own reply even more "well one particular part of him is often stiff, but no neither of us are stiffs about sex. I will see what I can do about making him happy for tomorrow's training." I smirk and walk away. I don't think I can get a better closing line than that.