A/N: Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Here is the first question,

What did Christina call Molly before their fight?

The winners will be mentioned in the next chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter-2

"How about this?"

"Green's not my thing, Chris".

"Fine, Oh! How about blue?"

"No, it's too sparkly and glittery".

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I am going to buy a dress for myself and you buy whatever you like".

"Finally!"

"I hate you Tris"

"Aww, but I love you Chris!"

She rolls her eyes and follows Marlene to the other aisle of the store.

I look through various stacks of dresses for the dance. I have been standing here for hours, trying to find a decent dress. Everything is too sparkly, or revealing, or the colour isn't right. That is why I hate shopping. People should only go shopping when their clothes are worn out and not go for fun like Chris.

I randomly pick a dress. I widen my eyes at the look of it.

Not sparkly?

Check

Not revealing?

Check

Perfect colour?

Check

Totally decent?

Che-eck!

I almost scream at the last mental check. It's a flowy, black coloured, ankle length dress. I quickly make my way to one of the changing rooms. I quickly change into the dress and stare at my reflection. I may not be the prettiest or the most desirable girl but this dress highlights the dark-brown in my eyes. It gives a gorgeous contrast to my olive skin. I squeal hoping no one would hear me.

"Tris!? is that you?" a voice shouts. It's Marlene.

"Yes! I am in here" I yell back.

Marlene knocks at the door of the changing room. I open it to reveal a Marlene whose jaw is hanging way below than it should and a Christina who is about to tear up.

"Oh la la!" says Marlene.

"You look absolutely amazing Tris!" says Chris.

I blush at the compliments and usher them out of the room. I change back into my old clothes. After a while, we end up buying a pair of black heels for me, and three silver coloured masks for all of us.


Four POV

I glance at the door for the fifth time in the last two minutes. She is late. Why is she always late? Does she like to get punished every Monday morning? Strange Stiff.

As soon as the thought enters my head, the door clicks open. Finally, I think to myself. I glance at the clock. She is ten minutes late, not excusable for any student. She comes jogging towards me and starts mumbling apologies for being late. I hold my hand up to stop her from speaking. She looks at me confusingly. I let my hand down and say "No excuses. Your punishment is ten laps. Now, go!". She looks at me in disgust and doesn't move. "Go, otherwise 20 laps". She hurries off to the ground for ten laps.

Tris POV

God! I hate Four. Can't he for once be a sensitive and a concerned man and listen to me? I look over my shoulder to see he is teaching Myra how to punch the bag properly. I take the perfect opportunity to halt for a while. I sit on the bench for five minutes and watch him teach Myra, who is struggling to even throw a punch at a non-living object.

Unfortunately, my eyes meet Four's. I get up and start running again, hoping he didn't realise what I was doing. I run the remaining four laps and the bell rings. Yes! I yell on the inside. I grab my bag and hurry towards the door. But, of course, his hand reached the door knob before mine does.

"Next time, you sit until and unless I tell you to, you'll be running thirty laps. Alright?" he says with a stern look in his eyes.

Ugh. "Alright" I say and reach the doorknob as soon as he releases it. I move out the door and take a deep breath of relief.


My entire day was dull and boring. First, I had physical education class with Four, then Faction history with Ms. Matthews followed by Value education and mathematics. Also, two hours from now, I have maths and faction history tuition with Four. I hate Mondays.

I go to the canteen and sit down next to Will. Chris, Uriah and Mar haven't arrived yet.

I sigh as I sit next to him.

"Hey! Having a rough day?" Will asks.

"Yep, seems like that" I reply.

"I don't know why you or anyone else for the matter doesn't like school. I mean learning about our history is so amazing. We won't even have those records if our ancestors didn't develop those technologies back then. Then maths, what if you don't know maths and someone tricks you? What will you do? See studies have practical usage as well" Will blabbers. How does Christina handle him? I think. I don't know for long he speaks but it feels like another century has passed until he calls out to Mar, Uriah, Chris and two others I don't recognize.

They settle down next to us. Chris sits with Will, Mar with Uri and the other boy and girl sit in front of me. I raise my eyebrows at Uriah to introduce me to them. He at first squints his eyes thinking I was telling him to decode some message but later he realises what I meant.

"Guys! This ugly boy is my elder brother Ezekiel Pedrad" he says while pointing towards that boy. They both are dark-skinned and have flashing, bright, white smiles.

"Zeke everybody!" he says with extreme pride and also while slapping his brother on the shoulder.

"This is my girlfriend Shauna" he says setting his hands on the shoulders of a beautiful brunette girl.

Zeke sits down and smiles at Shauna. Her face reddens. I have to say, they both are adorable together. The entire table bursts into conversations with each other. I am talking to Shauna about her likes, dislikes, you know typical girl talk, when Zeke calls out to someone. "Hey man! over here!" Zeke waves to someone. I turn around to see who it is.

Of course, it was Four.

It had to be Four.

Now the next half-hour is going to be more dreadful than ever. The two hours he teaches me every Monday are slightly less dreadful because all we talk about is faction history and maths.

The worse fact is that the only seat vacant is the one next to me.

He sighs when he settles next to me. He nods at everyone else. Chris shoots me an apologetic look. I just smile sadly towards her.

I turn my attention back to Shauna. She is an amazing human being. She understands me completely. Is it possible that I have found my true sister? I mentally slap my face at the thought. The only sibling, I ever had and always will have was Caleb. No one can replace him. Not even my friends. He is precious. I shake my head and blink my eyes a few times and keep on talking to her.

Four POV

I glance at Tris just to acknowledge her. She is shaking her head and blinking hard. Something is wrong with her today. She turns to me and our eyes meet. I shake the thought away and speak in my instructor voice "Tris, you remember what I taught you last Monday?".

She nods her head. I can tell by her looks that her head is somewhere else. "Good. I'll test you today on that". She says "Fine, the library or the classroom today?". "Library". "Fine". She turns to speak to Uriah. After a while, she breaks away from him and starts staring into space. Her eyes are looking like they are longing for something. Like longing for someone.

Tris POV

The feelings are all rushing back to me. Why did I think of Caleb today? Why do I even remember him? I feel like someone has dropped a stone in my stomach. I feel like I have started to unravel. I have to pick myself up today itself. The more I delay, the worse it'll get.

A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Start posting you answers for the daily question game. The first five correct answers will be mentioned in the next chapter. Do you like the dual POV better or just Tris? Please review, follow and favourite. It motivates me to write and publish faster.