It certainly wasn't what I had expected.

A young man with neon green hair was standing in the very center of the stage, wearing a tattered black leather jacket and extravagant, tight colored pants. Plastered on his face was a crazy, reckless smile and he held a microphone with several fake metal spikes sticking out of it. The sight was, well, different to say the least. Something I had never before witnessed, but that fact seemed to only further captivate my attention.

The man licked his lips and looked over at a place beside the stage, where there was a Dj booth. He yelled, "Give me something to work with!"

Pumping their fists, the crowd hooped and cheered. A once tolerable level of volume had skyrocketed to a full on hand-covering-your-ears kind of thing. Music exploded from the Dj booth and the man began shaking his limbs awkwardly; I assumed he was trying to dance. Although I really did try not to laugh, I couldn't help myself. Back home this would be considered rude and selfish, but I guess that's another reason as to why I could never fit in - I always laughed in situations I wasn't supposed to.

"Yea!" Christina hollered, cupping her hands over her mouth and letting out an obnoxiously loud cheer.

"You know this song?" I asked and noticed that everyone around me had begun to sing along.

"Who doesn't!"

Turning away from her, I felt my cheeks flame. I don't know this song, I thought, lamely. For some reason, I half expected Christina to judge me for being ignorant, but she didn't. She didn't even seem to notice that I was hiding my burning face in shame. Instead, she looked at me with blissful look on her face, grinning from ear - to - ear.

"Come On!" She shouted into my ear over the loud crowd, and added, "Let's dance!"

Christina grabbed my hand with her own and guided it towards the air, forming a fist bump, and all my doubts were discarded. It didn't matter that I didn't know this song, because no one would ever notice from the way I was acting. Surprisingly, I found myself sharing the same grin that was planted upon Christina's face; I was having fun.

The next person to take center stage was wearing a baseball cap and was hunched over, so that no one could see his face. He didn't even need to request a song though, because the DJ seemed to nod and the intro to The HIlls began to play. And as soon as the mysterious person began to sing, it became obvious who the person was. Four.

It was his song after all.

"Your man on the road, he doing promo; You said keep our business on the low-low," he sang, and the rambunctious crowd suddenly quieted. It was as if everybody in the room couldn't speak - couldn't breathe. They were all so awe stricken.

His voice was deep and melodic, and with every lyric he sang, raw emotion poured out of him. Unsurprisingly, he sounded exactly like he did on the music stations, which meant that he was one of the only musicians to record songs without autotune. It was impressive.

I found myself closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. Suddenly, there was no one else in the room except for him and I and the angelic sound of his voice. Just us.

"I only call you when it's half past five; The only time that I'll be by your side."

I opened my eyes and reality came rushing back.

" I only love it when you touch me, not feel me; When I'm fucked up, that's the real me; When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah", His dark eyes seemed to find mine as he sang, and based off of the way his eyes were tinted red, I could tell that he was high. But there was something else in the way he was looking at me, almost pleadingly, that bothered me.

Once he finished, the crowd cheered enthusiastically for him and shouted for an encore, breaking his intense stare as he looked down.

Four rambled on about how he would love to perform on the stage again, but that he needed to work out how he was going to train the initiates so that they could become great musicians like himself. He sounded like a modest prick, but something about his demeanor led me to believe that it was his mask of marijuana that was talking.

The crowd of Dauntless hooped and hollered, praising him for his performance while another singer stepped on stage. I joined them, but my mind seemed to be haunted by the vision of a certain pair of deep blue eyes. Perhaps I should have been interested in decoding him, finding out why he was looking at me as intensely as he was, but the teachings of my father to not pry into the lives of others overwhelmed my senses.

Waking up to the quiet melodic sound of chirping birds in the distance and the small chatter beginning to form outside of the dormitories, should have provided a sense of serenity and felicity to anyone, however, Christina seemed to be the one exception. I had been awake for sometime now, but instead of getting up and starting my morning routine, I had stayed in the warm captivity of my bed procrastinating while listening to the beautiful noises coming from outside and Christina's swearing.

"Screw you birds," she muttered loudly, and then added, "And screw you people, too," when the volume level outside began to escalate.

A small smile creeped its way onto my face, and I buried my face into my soft pillow to conceal it. My father wouldn't have approved of me snooping in on her, but I had never encountered anyone quite like Christina before and was interested in seeing as to where her tantrum would lead.

Suddenly, as if it were planned, the people outside began hollering and the birds began to sing as loud as they possibly could. One of Christina's eyes began to unnaturally twitch, and she balled her hands into tight fists. She gritted her teeth and her whole body visibly tensed.

As if her mental stability cracked, she stormed towards the window, threw it open, and shouted, "Shut the hell up!"

She turned towards me and rolled her eyes, saying, "I know you're awake, Tris, so you might as well get up and start doing something useful."

Color rushed into my cheeks and I slowly opened one eye and then the other. I quietly sat up and dusted myself off, before turning toward her and giving her a sheepish look. "Sorry for invading your breakdown, I'm just accustomed to living with people who don't seem to be bothered by waking up early."

Christina eyed me strangely, before saying, "You need to stop being so polite. Seriously, it's kind of creepy."

I opened my mouth to apologize, but then thought better of it and closed my mouth. It wasn't a very far step in my journey to rid my past habits, but at least I knew that I could stop myself from being overly polite if I payed close enough attention.

"Eh, you're getting there," Christiana declared and slightly shook her hand while saying 'eh'.

Choosing to ignore another one of her jokes that I didn't understand, I turned towards the dresser, twisted the handle, and opened the door. We had decided to split the wardrobe evenly, although all of my clothing barely seemed to take up half off the section that was designated to me, while Christian's side seemed to be filled past saturation. I smiled and lightly shook my head when I glanced at her side, and pulled out a cropped, loose black shirt and put it on. It was still cold outside, but Dauntless wasn't that far from the dormitories so spring clothing would suffice. Even though she would probably complain, I wore my favorite grey sweatpants that I had brought with me, and its smell caused an aching in the pit of my stomach as if reminded me of my home.

The moment I turned around, Christina started to rant, "That shirt's actually kind of cute, and I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised that it looks nicely put together with your joggers."

"Joggers?"

"That's what they're called," she mused and gestured at my bottoms.

"These are sweatpants, and I've had them since I was six."

"Well, they look like joggers," she said matter-of-factly, and then suddenly realized, "Wait! No wonder that shirt is so cute, it's mine!"

I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, to contain my amusement. Her obvious announcement just seemed so funny in the moment. Evidently, considering my entire wardrobe was made up of different shades of grey, the tight, black shirt couldn't possibly be mine.

Instead of laughing, I said, "Sorry, Christina. I didn't think you would care, which I now realize is selfish of me so I promise I won't borrow-"

"It's OK, Tris," Christina mused, cutting me off. "I don't care. You are always more than welcome to borrow any of my clothes, and you don't even have to ask."

I gave her a pointed look.

"Alright fine," she conceded. "Maybe not all of my clothes. Like legit everything except for the expensive stuff. And my thongs. Don't touch my thongs."

"Gross, Christina!" I exclaimed and felt myself visibly cringe.

I turned towards my unmade bed and quickly folded the light grey covers over the mattress, before proceeding to tuck my pajamas under my pillow. As I was turning towards my nightstand to take a sip of my water, I took notice of the alarm clock by my bed and noticed that Christina and I were late. Very late.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the door, I announced, "We have to go to Dauntless now! We're 30 minutes late!"

The two of us ran towards the headquarters as fast as we possibly could. But, of course, we couldn't possibly make up for the time we had unknowingly wasted in our dormitory. When we reached Dauntless, we were greeted by one very unhappy face.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Eric demanded, his lips curling up into a snarl as he spoke.

"I'm sorr-"

Silencing me, Christina lightly placed her hand on Eric's chest and looked up at him softly from under her lashes, and murmured, "Sorry, dear. I must have overslept."

I watched carefully, shocked as her hand slowly slid up his body and started toying with the edge of his shirt by his neck, where there was a transition from fabric to skin. She cocked her head to the side and her lips took on the form of a flirtatious smirk. "You understand, don't you?"

Eric's deadly cold eyes seemed to soften and his expression mirrored hers. He lifted his right hand and smacked her butt and let out a loud laugh. "You bet I do, baby," he cat called. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Eric turned around and walked into the room ahead of us, where I spotted the other initiates all vigorously working on something. Once the door had fully shut and I was sure that no one could hear us, I turned towards Christina and questioned, "What was that?"

Christina laughed. "Oh, that? That's what we call seduction, Tris dear. Basically, I look all pretty and shit for him and make him think I'd be down to bang but really I'm just-"

"Christina," I said, effectively stopping her from finishing her sentence. "I know what seduction is. What I'm wondering is why you were trying to seduce Eric."

"Because, silly. Don't you get it? Now he's not going to be mad at us for being late because he thinks i'm into him." She rubbed her butt, "Although he did hit my ass kinda hard so I'm not sure if it was worth it, but, eh, what can you do."

I ignored her second comment, and reasoned, "Eric doesn't seem naive enough to fall for that."

And truthfully, he didn't.

"Oh, don't worry, Tris. I've got this all under control," she said, disregarding my concern.

Eric loudly stormed through the doors and walked over to both of us. Christina immediately started making strange, what I assumed to be, her version of seductive faces, at the man and purred, "Hey, baby."

However, Eric completely ignored her and yelled back through the door, "Initiates, follow me! We're going on a little field trip! I'm going to show you what happens to sluts who try to seduce their instructors!"

I gave Christina a worried look, but she wasn't paying any attention to me. Her expression had fallen, looking frightened, and I noticed that she had started fidgeting with her bracelets. And that's when I realized: as Christina herself would say, she was royally fucked.

Hey, guys! WHOOO! Chapter 4 is finally up and running! Sorry for the bit of a cliffhanger at the end, but I'm sure you all know what is coming next. Although it will be slightly different in this version, for obvious reasons. Anyways, make sure to leave a review on what you thought of this chapter! Follow this story if you want to be updated on when I post new chapters and make sure to favorite if you love Divergent as much as I do!