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"OMG!" I shouted

" Shhhhh! Tris!" Christina said putting her hand over my mouth.

" butyouaregoingtogetmarriedandiamsoexsited!" I mumble through her hand

"what?" she asks removing hand from my mouth.

We are in our apartment at the dauntless headquarters. After the ranks came in and what not, we all were assigned an apartment, and a roommate. Luckily I and Christina were chosen as roommates.

"I said. That you're getting married, and I'm so excited for you." And I'm bouncing up and down on the couch smiling like an idiot.

"I know I am too. But we just want to keep it a secret for a little while longer." She says.

I nod. "Does Four know?" I couldn't keep anything from him. Well I could. But I don't want to.

" yeah. Will is over at his place now talking to him about it. Also we are going to have a girls night, got it." She says in her business voice. When she uses that voice there is no way to say no her.

" Yeah. But who all is going to be there?"

" I don't know yet. It just happened yesterday." She blushes.

Yesterday, Christina didn't come home. I was freaking out all night. I didn't get any sleep. Same with Four. I wouldn't leave him alone, because I was so worried. But now I know why she wasn't home. But still, I'm a little mad at her. She could have at least text me.

"Ok. Will then, because I didn't get sleep last night" I glare at her. "I'm going to bed. And if you leave. I want a note or a txt that says where u is and when you think you will be back got it." Now it was my turn to use my 'control' voice.

She nods.

We were in the living room talking through all this. In the living room there was two gray love seat couches facing the east wall, where a TV hung over the fire place. We had black carpet everywhere. Because most of the time, we come home dirty, and sweaty.

Our 'front' door. Was also on the east wall in the living room. Our kitchen was right behind the love set couches. –about ten feet-. In the kitchen was a white tiled floor. And black counter tops. And black everything else.

As I was walking toward my room- which was on the left side of the 'front' door. - Christina called out to me.

" Tris. Are you and Four getting married?"

I stopped mid stride. And turned to faces her.

" What?" I knew what she said. But I wanted to make sure.

" Are you and Four getting married?" she was looking down still sitting on the arm rest of one of the gray love seats.

" Why would you ask that?" It came out more forceful than I meant. I mean it was just a simple question. Why was I so worked up about it?

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…'

"No its fine. I was just wondering sorry." I said reassuringly.

She smiled a little." Will you guys seem to be getting along? And you guys have been dating guys or whatever you call it for a long time. And you have been together longer than me and Will. And we are getting married."

True. But they are rushing into it. And of course I didn't want to say that. "Yeah. But no. We haven't even discussed it yet." I was staring at the ground.

"Do you want to marry him?" she asked. But this time I noticed something.

"What?" I wanted to see if it was true.

"Do you want to marry him?" she said.

That's when I count on. Her voice wasn't her normal. I mean, it was. But it was more like she was asking for someone else. Her voice was higher. More excited, than before when she told me her news. This is the voice she gets when she starts planning something.

Four probably wanted her to ask me this. Because he couldn't do this himself. And I know just a way to get back at him.

" No." of course I want to marry him. But I want him to ask me himself.

And he probably will. He will ask either

A: "Why do you not want to marry me?" if he is working with Christina. Or he will ask himself if he is not.

And I walked away. Leaving Christina speechless and her mouth wide open.

That answered that question.

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