Tris Pov:

After our fight, Amar tells us that we can go ahead and change back into our normal clothes since we won't be doing anything else for the rest of class. I change back into my skirt and shirt and converse. I quickly re-apply my eyeliner and head out to the bleachers where Zeke is sitting with my bags in hand. Once I sit down, I take my hair out of my fishtail, and re do it since it got messed up in the fight. I don't know how, but it did.

"So besides being awesome at fighting, what else can you do?" Zeke starts while I'm doing my hair. I laugh.

"Well….I'm a great driver and I love mudding, as you would call it. I'm pretty good at singing, and I'm an avid reader." i pause. "What else do you do besides football.?"

"Well…." He starts off mimicking me. I punch him in the shoulder and we laugh. I don't know why, but it is so easy to talk to him. It was never like this when we were twelve, but I guess things change. "I am pretty good at the drums and I love poetry." I raise my eyebrows at the second hobby. "Not really. Poetry puts me to sleep." I roll my eyes at him smiling and i turn my attention back to the fights. Four wins with little trouble against Edward. Uriah beats Will, Christina beats Lynn, and Shauna beats Marlene. They all go back to the dressing rooms while Zeke and I make fun of Peter and his gang. Zeke told me that they were the smart asses and I said that they looks like they had a newspaper stuck up their ass. Stupid? Yes. Funny? Yes. Guilty about making fun of them? No.

The bell finally rings for lunch and I wave goodbye to Amar and walk with the rest of the group to lunch. Apparently, we all have LA, Gym, Lunch, and Music together so we were all looking forward to Music. I grabbed a salad, apple, and a piece of Dauntless cake. Oh how I've missed the cake. I follow Christina to the table and I end up sitting in between her and Zeke with Four sitting across from me. Great. I remember when we were best friends and I was like a river or an ocean and I didn't keep anything from him, and yet he so obviously kept so much from me. Oh how very blind I was.

"So Six," Tobias starts. "Why are you called Six?"

"She has only ever lost Six fights." Christina interjects.

"Fights?" Four asks.

"Yes fights. Five were from my trainers and One was in an alley, and well you can imagine what three sixteen year old boys want with a fourteen year old girl. My dad saved me just in time."

"Where was this?"

"Atlanta ain't a pretty place at night." I say.

"Oh." That's what I used to like about Tobias, he didn't pity me. He knew i could handle anything, if I wanted to. Now, it's just a strong reminder of what he did to me.

"I chose Four because of my football jersey." He tells me.

"I didn't ask you anything." I say coldly.

"I know, but I thought you were wondering."

"What makes you think that?" I snap. I felt Chris put a hand on my arm in warning to not get too worked up.

"Nothing, I just thought…" He breaks off as i get up from the table and throw my tray away. Good thing I finished my lunch already. I head off to the music room early. I want to talk to my Godmother. Fortunately, Tori doesn't have a class right now, and she is just looking at some sheet music when she walks in. She looks up at I open the door and smiles at me. I walk over to the chair next to her and set my stuff down.

"Whats up?"

"It a little overwhelming seeing all of them again. And Four just pisses me off so much."

"I know honey. Want to play the guitar? I printed off the sheet music for-" She is cut off by the bell ringing and she shrugs at me and tells me maybe next time. She gives me another hug before the rest of the class walks in. Zeke sits beside me and leans over and whispers in my ear.

"We need to talk." It's not a question; It's a command. He suspects something. Chris sits on my left and Tori walks to the front of the room.

"Today, to kick off the start of this school year, I will pick a few volunteers to sing. Who wants to sing?" I raise my hand along with a few other people. Tori scans the room and her eyes land on me. "Six! Come on up." I rise from my seat and I pick up the guitar. I sit down on the three legged stool and start singing and playing Even if it breaks your heart by Eli Young band.

Way back on the radio dial,

The fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child.

Every note just wrapped around his soul,

From steel guitars to Memphis, all the way to rock and roll.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.

I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',

"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."

Downtown is where I used to wander.

Old enough to get there but too young to get inside.

So I would stand out on the sidewalk,

Listen to the music playin' every Friday night.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.

I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',

"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."

Some dreams stay with you forever,

Drag you around but bring you back to where you were.

Some dreams keep on gettin' better,

Gotta keep believin' if you wanna know for sure.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em playin'.

I can hear the ringin' of a beat up ol' guitar.

Ohhh, I can hear 'em singin',

"Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart."

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Keep on dreamin', even if it breaks your heart.

Keep on dreamin'

Don't let it break your heart.

As I stop singing, I look up and finish playing the last few cords. The class has their mouths wide open and Tori is standing up in the back Grinning proudly; she's the one that taught me to sing. Tori begins to clap loudly and the rest of the class does too and they start cheering and whooping for me. I look over at Four and I find his eyes already on me. He looks shocked. I smirk and Go back to my seat.

Apparently, Zeke also had a free period too, so we wound up walking outside to the entrance and sitting down on the bench.

"You remind me of someone I used to know. I wasn't sure until you sang that song. I believe I'm right though. You are just so easy to talk to, and just because I think I know I don't want us to become enemies okay?" He takes a deep breath.

"You're Beatrice aren't you? Tris. That's your real name."

"Yes and No." I say.

"What?"

"You heard me. Yes that I my real name. Yes, I was the Beatrice you knew. But, no, I am not the same girl." He cracks a smile.

"None of us are the same as we were when we were twelve."

"You can't tell Tobias, Okay?" He sighs.

"He is going to find out eventually." Maybe not.

"Maybe, but you can't tell him okay?" He looks like he is fighting a battle with himself and he finally sighs in frustration.

"Fine. I won't tell him. I won't tell the others either." I smile at him.

"Thank you."

End Note: The quote from this chapter is I was like a river or an oceanWhich is from the song Consider me gone by Reba McEntire. I really appreciate all of the reviews I have gotten on this story and I am so glad that yall like it! I really enjoy writing this story as well. Please let me know on what you think of this chapter :)