Author's Note: Whew, that Clarity sure is a… spunky one! Teehee! Anyways, I don't own anybody except Nat and Clarity. Wait… how would y'all like it if I told this from alternating POV's?

After lunch, Clarity skips/guides me over to the auditorium while chattering about how her classes were. When we got in, my gaze shifted over to the Abnegation table instinctively and saw Tris, Caleb, Susan, and Robert sitting at the table. Squealing a little, I made my way over but got yanked over and was shoved unwillingly into a seat and Clarity slid into a seat next to me and next to a random Candor boy. "Sooo, Nat, you've been quiet all day long? You looked a bit sick when I went over to your house this morning, anything up?"

I bit my lip. "Nope." Clarity furrowed her brow and poked my lip.

"Liar!" She chorused. "You bit your lip! That's your tell, smarty. You nervous about the tests? C'mon, you're a big toughie; it's okay to be nervous just went."

Not trusting my voice, I just nodded. "Heeeey, buck up brochacho! I'm nervous as waffles too." Suddenly, they call out her name. "Hey, that's me brochacho!" She spun on her heel and skipped to the door.

Finally, some alone time! I scanned my table and found who I wanted to find. My favorite character… Christina! Getting out of my seat, I casually walked to the girls she was chatting with and plunked down on the empty seat nearest Christina. Trying to act nonchalant, I just asked what they were talking about. Smoothly, like butter.

"Heeeey Christina how you doing son I'm your biggest faaaan so can I talk to you?" I said, high-pitched and squeakily. She and her group stared at me.

"Uh… who are you?" A girl nudged her and whispered in my ear. "Oooh, Nat Simmons?" I nodded. "You're the girl who wet her pants in the second grade?"

Um, I don't remember that. But I was kinda in the moment of pure ecstatic fangirlyness, I nodded. "Yeeeeah bro. It's allll cool, amirite?" I was smiling proudly.

She just looked at me funnily. "You're really weird… you should get that checked out?" Standing up, she kinda shuffled away, along with her friends. When she left, the shame suddenly hit me. I smacked my head against the table and sighed, bright red. Did I just admit to peeing my pants in the second grade…?

In front of my lifelong hero?

OH MY FOUR. I sighed out, a shuddery sigh. Just then, Clarity plunked down next to me. "What happened brochacho?" I looked up at her.

"I don't want to talk about it. What were your results?" I asked. I've read Divergent enough times to know that you weren't allowed to discuss the results, but I had to ask. Knowing full well that this chatty girl was forced to tell me the truth, she bit her lip. "I'm your best friend- have I ever told any secrets of yours?"

She shifted in her seat. "Uhm… I got two different results." She said after much hesitation. "I got Amity and Dauntless." She says, quieter than I thought possible. I thought so, well, at least for the Amity part. She looked at me with so much malice it spooked me. "Never. Tell. Swear on it."

I nodded just as they called my name up. She nudged me. "Go get em Tiger!" She said happily. Mood swing, much? I step inside the room and am greeted none other than Natalie Prior.

"OH MY GOD I CRIED SO MUCH WHEN YOU DIED!" I blurted out. My eyes widened and I smacked my hands over my mouth.

She looked at me pleasantly. "Thank you for your concern." She said plainly. "But, I know I am still alive today, but when the day comes. Please sit down, I'm Natalie Prior." I follow her order as she prepares the cup for the simulation.

I want to tell her Tris is Divergent, I want to tell her Caleb is a traitor, I want to tell her how she'll die; I want to, I want to, I can't. The guilt is unbearable as she gives me the cup and tells me the whole spiel on how it works. As I go under, I can't help but say one thing- "You're gonna be a hero."

I wake up in the cafeteria. A table with a knife and cheese is in front of me. "Choose." I hear Jeanine's voice. Knowing I'm in a simulation- I'm Divergent, yay! - I just do what I'd normally do, and I took the knife. I turn and there's the dog. It's vicious and it scares me, and my first instinct run away. I dive underneath a table and hold my breath. I see the little girl walk in but I let her get attacked, much to my disgust. The scene goes black and I'm in the bus, still crouching. I get up and laugh shakily.

I get stopped by the man. "Have you seen this man?" He asks angrily. Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended! The newspaper blares. I do know her. The girl in the picture. It's Clarity.

On autopilot, I nod. "Yeah, I know her. Not all that well, though." Well, faction. The man stares at me.

"What's her name?"

I stare at him. A feeling in my gut says to not tell. "Lara Croft." It was the first name to pop into my head.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's not her name! What is it?" I think of another name.

"Violet Baudelaire!" I say, slightly scared.

"Tell me the truth!" He says, scarily.

"C-Clarity Perch!" I cry out as he lunges at me. The simulation fades to black and I wake up with a gasp. Natalie looks at me, pale, as she types away on the computer.

"Nat, you may not tell anyone this… you're a Divergent. I don't know much about this…all I know is that it means you have an aptitude for two factions, and it's extremely dangerous. Do not tell anyone, unless you have a death wish. I manually logged you I the system as a Candor." She says shakily, unable to look at me.

"What am I Divergent for?" I asked, though it was kinda obvious.

She looked at me gravely. "Candor and Dauntless." She then helped me up and ushered me out of the room. "Good luck."