A/N OnCloudTen again! Ha that rhymes. Anyways, here's another chapter! IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END! I still don't own Divergent. Don't forget to review!

Angels do not have halos. They don't glide on white downy wings, or dress in white satin dresses. Real angels do not come wrapped in all that pretty packaging. Angels in real life make who wonder how you ever lived a day without them. My angel came with blonde hair, mesmerizing eyes, and baggy grey clothes. Tris.

I've gone insane. All I know about this girl is her name, and I'm already practically planning our wedding. Dauntless physiologist here I come…

Lauren and I lead the initiates down the dark hallway I know so well. I often lay in the net at night when the dreams become too much. The first time I walked through here I was still scared. Still Tobias, even though I was technically Four. Now I can feel myself turning back into Tobias. Coward.

We reach the fork of the tunnel and I abruptly stop, suppressing a laugh when I see the transfers almost topple into each other.

"This is where we divide," Lauren barks, "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume don't need a tour of the place. Yep. Assume.

The Dauntless break away and disappear behind Laruen. I do a quick head count. Nine initiates is a pretty good amount. Tris is the only Stiff, and there are no Amity transfers, like usual. People willing to switch from peace to bravery are hard to come by. The rest are the typical Erudite and Candor.

"Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor. My name is Four." Wait for it…

"Four? Like the number?" A dark skinned Candor girl remarks. Always the Candor.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" I dare you…

"No."

"Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It –"

I hear Candor snicker. "The Pit? Clever name." Insult me, fine. Insult Dauntless. No.

Time to turn on instructor mode. I walk up to the girl and lean my face close to her, eyes narrowed. "What's your name?" I'm hardly above a whisper. Quiet is the worst. I would know.

"Christina." She squeaks. Time to bring out the big guns.

"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction." Heck no. "The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?" She nods shakily. Anyone else want to play Candor?

I turn around and walk to the end of the tunnel. I'm far enough away not to make out specific words, but I hear Tris and Christina mumbling. Ignoring them, I push open the pit doors and walk inside. Although I've been here for two years, the sight still amazes me. It's things like this that I don't want to leave. But I might not have a choice. All the initiates, especially Tris, have awed looks on their faces. I really need to stop thinking about her before I propose on the pit floor.

"If you follow me, I'll show you the chasm." I wave them forward, but my heart's not in it. The chasm is too close to me. I feel like it's my spot. The initiates lean over the railing carefully as I shout my signature speech.

"The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy! A daredevil jump off this ledge will end you life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You've been warned." It happens every year.

I step away, but give the initiates a few seconds to dissolve what I just said. Who will it be this year?

Eventually they turn around and follow me to the dining hall.

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Somehow I find myself sitting next to Tris. Idiot. She's staring at the hamburger in her hands like it's a foreign object. We had hamburgers my first night too. I imagine I looked just like she does now. Nose cutely scrunched up…SHUT UP!

I nudge her with my elbow and pass her a bowl of ketchup. "It's beef," I say. "Put this on it."

"You've never had a hamburger before?" Christina asks, eyes wide.

"No. Is that what it's called?" She is so adorable…I am getting ready to drive a stake through my head.

"Stiffs eat plain food." I say, nodding at Christina.

"Why?" I am really starting to get annoyed with this girl.

Tris shrugs. "Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary." I fight the urge to smile. It's a quote straight from one of Mr. Prior's weekly lessons. Did she go too?

Christina does the smiling for me. "No wonder you left."

"Yeah," Tris says, rolling her eyes. "It was just because of the food."

Stiff's got jokes.

The cafeteria doors bang open, and a hush falls over the room. I don't have to look to see who it is.

"Who's that?" hisses Christina.

"His name is Eric. He's a Dauntless leader."

"Seriously? But he's so young."

I give her a serious look to mask my urge to slap her. Does she really think that age matters here, of all places? "Age doesn't matter here."

Eric drops down in the seat next to me. My posture tenses. I don't dare say anything to him.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" No.

"This is Tris and Christina."

"Ooh, a Stiff. We'll see how long you last." I resist another urge to slap him. How dare he say that to my Tris? My Tris. I bite the inside of my cheek hard. My subconscious really needs to shut up.

He starts taping his fingers on the table. He knows I hate it when he does that.

"What have you been doing lately, Four?" Instead of reaching over and breaking his fingers in half I decide to respond. Funny how that relates.

I shrug a shoulder. "Nothing, really?"

"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up." You don't say? "He requested that I find out what's going on with you."

I grit my teeth and stare at him. Why does he care? "Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold."

"So he wants to give you a job." I am really starting to doubt if he ever was actually Erudite.

"So it would seem." To any two year old.

"Well. Let's hope he gets the point, then." He then slams his hand onto my shoulder, gets up, and walks away. I really hate him.

"Are you two…friends?" Really Stiff?

"We were in the same initiate class. He transferred from Erudite." Doubtful.

"Were you a transfer too?" I really want to jump up and carry her all the way down to my spot in the chasm. Explain everything. Make it our spot. But I can't.

"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions. Now I've got Stiffs, too." It hurts me to be this rude to her, but I need to stay sane.

"It must be because you're so approachable," Tris sys flatly. "You know. Like a bed of nails." Nice. And then another thought. Is that really how she sees me?

I can't do anything but stare. There's no way on this Earth I can keep myself from her. I just need to wait for the right time.

"Careful, Tris." I would never hurt you, but acting like that someone else might.

Someone at another table calls my name, and I get up without another word. It's Lauren.

"What was that all about? You were talking, and then staring, and then you looked like you wanted to kiss her –" What!?

"What!?" Well that didn't sound very convincing. Lauren smiles at me. I sigh.

"We need to talk."

A/N Hey again! For those of you who are reading Another Choice, I just want you to know that I'm suffering major writer's block on that story. Please review on this story or that one. I need ideas! Thanks!