Christina and I watched Eric's retreating back, then turned back to each other.

"Ok, spill," she said smiling.

"What," I asked, turning to open the door, I was trying to hide the blush on my face.

"You two obviously have history," she said back, following me inside once the door was open.

The apartment was painted a light shade of grey, there was a kitchen and a dining table, along with a living room. There were two separate bedrooms and bathrooms.

"Damn, this place is bomb." I heard her comment next to me. I heard the thud of her bag on the floor.

"No kidding," I walked to the window near the couch, it was overlooking the campus.

"Seriously, were set up, flat screen TV, fridge, stove. Girl we have everything. Can you say party on the C-block?"

I chuckled, she was obviously a spitfire. I would probably get along just fine with her.

"Ok, Tris. I know we just met, but were roommates now, and we're going to be best friends. Spill the beans, how do you know him?"

I sighed, "it's kind of a long story."

"Just give me the details," she said plopping down on the black couch.

I sat in the matching black chair, running my fingers through my hair, "we dated a couple years ago, in high school. We broke up when he came here. I honestly didn't know he was coming here..."

"You still love him don't you," she asked when I stopped.

"I do, but I don't know that he feels the same."

"Are you kidding me, didn't you see the way he was looking at you, when I walked up and you two were hugging, he was smiling like a little boy on Christmas morning."

I giggled, then stood up, "let's go check out the campus."

"You're avoiding my questions," she laughed back, "you are so in love with him."

She was right, I was still in love with Eric. I just couldn't bring myself to jump back into our relationship like nothing happened.

Christina and I made our way to the on campus grocery store, might as well get some stuff while we were here.

"Tris, do you drink," she asked me, picking up a bottle of vodka from a shelf. I couldn't believe they had alcohol available on the campus.

"Um, no I haven't really ever drank before," I lied, I had drank before. When Eric left, I went nuts. I was out every weekend, driving my parents insane, I was so mad at Eric I thought it would make me feel better.

"Well, tonight's a good night to start." She tossed the bottle into her basket.

"How are you going to buy that," I asked her, she was only eighteen, maybe nineteen. She smirked at me.

"You'll see."

She picked out a few more drinks from the shelf, I threw a bottle of Malibu rum in the basket, and handed over money for her to pay.

I sat at a table outside the grocery store, waiting for her to emerge from the doors, half expecting her not to pull off buying all the alcohol.

"Do you mind," I heard a deep voice ask.

"What," I shook my head, looking up at the owner of the voice, a young man stood to my side, he had dark hair and dark eyes.

"Do you mind if I sit," he asked again.

"Um," I glanced back at the doors, "no go ahead."

He sat down on the chair across from me. I looked at him, he smiled. He was a good looking guy, but his smile and dark eyes almost creeped me out. "I'm Four," he spoke again.

"Four, you mean like the number," I asked, inwardly laughing at him.

"Exactly like the number," he grinned again, "what's your name I haven't seen you here before."

"Yeah, I just came today," I glanced back at the doors, "my name is Tris."

"Tris," he repeated. My skin crawled at the way he said my name. His eyes were burning holes into me. Then Christina emerged from the store.

"Hey, so the cashier is totally cool, he is coming by the place for our party tonight," she said cheerfully, then looked at Four.

"I'm Christina, Tris' roommate," she held out her hand, he shook it briefly before looking back to me.

"I'm Four," he stated.

Her face twisted, she laughed out loud, "are you serious, like the number?"

He smiled at me, then glanced to her, "did I stutter?"

"Jesus, you don't have to be an ass about it," she looked at him with a glare.

"Tris, it was good to meet you, I have to be going," he stood never taking his eyes off of me.

As he walked away Christina looked at me, "he's a creep."

"Tell me about it," I stood up and looked to all the booze in brown paper bags, "ok, spill."

She grinned at me, "I have connections."

I eyed her suspiciously and laughed to myself shaking my head. This girl was going to be great.

"So, the cashier, Will, is inviting a bunch of his friends over here tonight, I hope you don't mind."

I didn't really care, it was a way of making new friends right?

"What time are they coming," I asked, "I need to shower."

"Around sixish, you've got an hour. You should let me do your makeup...please?" I laughed at her begging.

"Ok, nothing too crazy," I said. She squealed and hugged me before I got up to go shower.

"Hey Will," Christina greeted the tall curly haired boy in, he was followed by a shorter dark skinned boy, a couple girls, and another shy looking sap.

"Hey Chris, so, this is Uriah, Marlene, Lauren, and Al...Zeke is on his way, he is brining some friends."

I faded out from their conversation when I heard my phone ding. I checked the text. It was my mom.

Hey honey, I hope everything is going good for you so far. I haven't heard anything from you yet. Make friends. Call when you can. Much love.

I rolled my eyes at her words before setting my phone on the counter.

"Guys, this is Tris. My roommate," Christina gestured to me. I felt Al and Uriah's eyes secretly undressing me. I just said a small 'hey.' Then everyone brushed by and sat down in the living room.

Another knock on the door came sharply, I forced myself to walk over and answer it. Maybe a party on the first night wasn't such a good idea after all. I swung the door open and a tall dark skinned male was standing in front of me, smiling.

"Hey, I'm Zeke, Uriah's brother," he held his hand out. I shook it smiling.

"I'm Tris."

I looked behind him and saw Four. What the hell was he doing here.

"Hey, Tris," Four smiled at me once Zeke was inside.

"Hi," I said shortly. I didn't want anything to do with this guy.

We walked into the living room, everyone was already drinking and laughing, telling Christina stories about their first day, or what they do. She was looking pretty cozy with Will already, sitting on his lap. I slumped down into the empty black chair.

"What to drink," Uriah asked me.

"Nothing right now, thanks."

"Nonsense, what do you want to drink," he smiled at me. Pushy much.

"Malibu and Dr Pepper, please," I smiled back. He jumped up and ran to the kitchen, returning a minute later with my mixed drink in his hand. He handed it over to me with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Thanks," I smiled sweetly. I couldn't help but notice the flecks of green in his brown eyes.

"Ok guys, time for Dauntless or Candor," Zeke, yelled over the blaring music. Marlene turned the stereo down and sat back with Zeke.

"What's Dauntless or candor," I asked looking at Uriah.

"Only the best game ever," he slurred.

"Like truth or dare," Four spoke up from my right side.

"Let me demonstrate," Zeke spoke again, "Uriah, Dauntless or Candor?"

"Dauntless!" He yelled.

"Give Lauren a lap dance."

Uriah didn't hesitate to stand up and stride to Lauren, giving her a shitty lap dance. It was hysterical to watch. Everyone seemed to have a good time.

"Marlene, Dauntless or Candor," Uriah called out when he was done with his dance.

"Candor," she spoke up.

"Have you and Zeke ever fucked in a public place?" Holy personal.

"On the desk in the DJ booth at the radio station," she smirked, looking at a now blushing Zeke.

"Tris, Dauntless or Candor," she asked me next.

"Um Candor," I replied.

"Have you ever been convicted of a crime," she asked laughing.

"Get out of the vehicle," a harsh man called from behind my car. I took a deep breath and opened the door, getting out from the drivers seat. Stumbling a bit before raising both hands in the air.

"Get on your knees, hands behind your head!"

I complied. I remember the cold cuffs on my wrists.

"Beatrice Prior, you're very lucky your father is the governor, and was able to pull strings to get you off the hook. Next time, you won't be so lucky, if I were you, I'd refrain from drinking and driving again." The officer left the room, I was free to go.

"Nope, no crimes," I lied. Everyone seemed to believe me, "Christina, Dauntless or Candor."

"Dauntless," she smiled.

"Kiss Will." That was bold. But she complied and whoops and hollers erupted from drunken mouths.