Hey guys, thought since I've gotten so many AMAZING reviews, I'd give you all an update.

Not really much else to say, which is a first for me! Normally I have really long A/Ns. This is weird.

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Tris POV

I feel something for Four, something I've never felt before. And yet, I know exactly what it is. Foxes mate for life. I've never felt something for anyone before and now, I never will again. Christina and I arrive at the door to room 234, in the Guys dormitories, and we knock, before hearing a 'come in!' so we enter.

Everyone is sitting in a circle, on couches and chairs and the floor, and I see we are the last to arrive. Christina goes to sit next to Will, so the only available seat is next to Four. Oh no. I feel my tail twitching under my skirt, and as I sit down I resist the urge to wrap my tail around him, something possessive inside of me, a fox instinct.

"So, now that we are all here, who's going first, Shauna asks.

"Me, me!" Zeke exclaims, putting five year olds to shame. "Uriah! Truth or dare?"

"Dare me bro," the twin replies.

"I dare you to walk around the dauntless area without a shirt on." Everyone bursts out laughing, although I don't see what's that bad about it.

"But… Mrs. Ramirez is on duty!" I must look really confused, because all of a sudden I feel warm breath on my ear, and Four whispers, "Mrs. Ramirez is super strict, and one of the rules that most teachers don't care about during the off season but she does is that you must always be in a shirt and shoes." I nod quickly, but it's strained. His voice is like honey, and deep and… wow. I didn't realize I had been lost in thought until I was brought out of it by Christina's voice.

"Tris, truth or dare?" I immediately tense, but decide quickly.

"Truth," I reply.

"How many boyfriends have you had?" Oh thank god, an easy question.

"None," I reply.

"What, why?" Christina seemed really surprised.

"No one really caught my eye," I trailed off, thinking about the guy sitting next to me. Until now, I thought to myself.

"Did people ask you out?" Marlene asked, curiously.

"Hey, hey. I answered the question already. My turn to ask," I replied. "Um… Christina."

"Eh, throw me a truth," she replied.

"Like anyone?"

"Um, well… Yes," she muttered, eyes flitting back and forth between me and… Will. I barely contained a snicker. Wow. Christina and Will…

The game continues, and I have managed to neither give myself away, nor take anything off. Until Uriah speaks.

"Hey, Tris aren't you stifling under there?"

"No," I replied quickly. "I'm fine. Really, really fine." I looked down at my lap, then back at my friends, then back down at my lap. Luckily, by the time I looked up again, they were continuing the game.

The days passed, the weekend came, and then finally, Sunday evening. A knock at the door, and all the gang files in.

"Schedules!" They exclaim.

"Here are yours," Will adds, handing them to me and Christina. We thank him, and open ours, while everyone else does the same.

BEATRICE PRIOR

Roommate: Christina Wilson

Schedule:

6:00 Wake up

7:00 BREAKFAST

8:00 Period 1 – Algebra

(9:00 Period ends, go directly to next class)

9:05 Period 2 – English

10:05 Break

10:30 Period 3 – P.E.

(11:30 Period ends, go directly to next class)

11:35 Period 4 – Elective 1 – Art

12:35 LUNCH

2:00 Period 5 – Social Studies

(3:00 Period ends, go directly to next class)

3:05 Period 6 – Science

(4:05 Period ends, go directly to next class)

4:10 Period 7 – Language – French

5:10 Homework Break

5:40 DINNER

6:30 Free Time

10:00 Quiet time – You should be in your own room

11:00 Curfew

Christina quickly took my schedule, and pronounced that we had the same, as did everyone else in our group. We all hung out for a while, but then eight o'clock came around, and everyone decided we should get some sleep.

So, I grab my pajamas, and quickly go into the bathroom before Christina can. The second the door closes behind me, I take off my hat, and reach up to massage my aching ears. They hurt from being down all day. My tail takes itself away from around my legs, where it had been resting under my skirt.

I quickly change into my pajamas – sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a toque. I brush my teeth, and finally enter back into the bedroom.

Christina is already passed out on her bed when I get back out there, but I don't bother trying to wake her. I just slip into bed, make sure my alarm is set, and fall into sleep.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of my alarm, and Christina singing in the shower. The water turns off, and I look at the clock. 6:01.

The door to the bathroom opens, and Christina comes out, dressed in the Dauntless Uniform, which consists of a black pleated skirt with a dark red blouse, a black tie, black tights (Which I cut a hole in for my tail), Mary Janes, and the black blazer with the dark red Dauntless emblem (flames) on it.

There's another option, where instead of the skirt and blouse it's a dress, which is the one Christina is wearing, but I just stick with the skirt.

I quickly jump in the shower, washing my ears and tail with shampoo, before jumping out of the shower, and quickly blow-drying my hair and tail. I slip my tights on, making sure my tail goes through the hole. I slip my skirt on, noticing that I don't have to worry about my tail so much, because the skirt that I chose and am wearing goes to below the knee, whereas my tail is to my knees. My blouse was tucked into the skirt, part of the dress code for the school. I quickly folded my ears over, and put on the black cloak that I got from the store as my extra item.

The hood slid over my folded ears, hiding them from view.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed my book bag, empty for now, except for a couple binders and a sketchbook.

"What time is it?" I ask, slipping on my Mary Janes that still have that 'new shoe smell'.

"Time to go," Christina replied, not helping me at all, so I checked my alarm clock, 6:45 stared back at me.

"Perfect timing," I muttered to myself. With that, we hang our bags over our shoulders, and walked to the cafeteria.

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Stay Dauntless,

~Cat