A/N: Sorry for the late update guys! Three days waiting for the next chapter! I could make up some lazy excuse about homework tests and my sport (which I have been busy with), but I don't really want to bug you guys and be all like, "i'm sorry I haven't updated due to my teacher being a bitch", or some nonsense, instead I'll just bring you another chapter!

Most people got the prediction right! I couldn't make it Marcus for the few that predicted him because Tris doesn't know him yet, and wouldn't have a reason to be frightened by him. So here's the update! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites! They really make my day!

***Tris's POV(Yes it says Tris now because she has been officially nicknamed!)***

I hear a commotion below and know that Caleb has probably thrown another perfect throw. I look down and instead of seeing Caleb throwing I see someone walking onto the field, with the principle following close behind. I find myself suck in a breath. He can't be here. Caleb waves at him and I want to snap Caleb's hand off. He can't wave to him. He hurt me. He has a schedule in his hand, like Caleb and I received earlier today. He has moved here too.

"Beatrice," Caleb screams, "Guess who's here?"

I feel my face twist up in a look of horror. He doesn't want to let me go. He thinks I'm his.

Liam wears a smile and waves at me. I feel my fists ball up into fists, feel a trickle of sweat run down my neck, and the hairs on my arms rise. Last time I had seen him, he had hit me, and yelled that he didn't want me to go, that I am his.

"Tris who is he?" Emmy asks.

"No one," I say, fighting back tears. "No one you need to know."

"Tris are you okay?" she asks looking me in the eyes.

"Bea!" Liam calls out.

"We'll talk later," I whisper.

"It's Tris, not Bea," Coach Kenneth yells.

"Ya pea-brain. Her name is Trissss," Peter says, drawing out the s.

"I'm pretty sure her name..," Liam starts saying but I speak up.

"Its Tris now Liam," I say, using his name like an insult.

"Tris," he says, "Come down and join me."

I stay firmly in place. I feel Emmy look at me, and I stay still, in shock.

"You don't have to go Tris," she whispers.

"Tris!" Caleb yells, "Come down here!"

I take a step towards the locker room doors. "Face your fears," Emmy says under her breath.

I take another step and open the locker room doors. I walk through the locker room, trekking over to the doors to get onto the field.

I had just made a new friend, someone who wanted to get on the football team with me, but now I'm stuck facing Liam. I got attacked by Peter, then Liam shows up. What am I going to do? This can't get any worse.

When I step foot onto the field the sun shines into my eyes, and I'm temporarily blinded. I make my way over to where Coach Kenneth is standing, me wanting to stand behind an adult I know and trust. Coach Kenneth and my dad played football together in college. My dad was studying politics, and Kenneth wanted to make it big. He did for a few years, but retired due to a torn ACL. He never got back into it, and now coaches football here, and teaches English. And lucky for me he teaches my new English class.

Caleb is already engulfed in conversation with Liam. Liam being his football buddy, and his favorite receiver. Caleb and Liam together in football are like two peas in a pod, perfect. Kenneth clears his throat, and the party begins.

"Here's the amazing receiver we have heard about," Kenneth says.

"You were expecting him?" Caleb asks.

"Ya dude," Liam says, "I wanted to surprise Bea-Tris."

"You could have at least told me!" Caleb exclaims and punches Liam on the shoulder.

Coach claps his hands, "Let's see a few passes from you guys, then practice is over."

Caleb stands at the forty-foot line, and Liam at the ten foot line. Caleb throws the spiral, which causes Liam to run into the in-zone, catching the throw. The whole team erupts in claps and Liam throw it all the way back to Caleb.

Next thing I know, practice is over, and I walk back up to the bleachers to grab my stuff. When I reach the top, Emmy smiles at me, but then I feel a figure behind me. I go to grab my backpack, but the figure's hand touches my shoulder. I have one guess who it is, as I turn around to face the character.

A/N: OOOOO Cliffie! Who do you think it is? Another mystery person cliffie! Three in a row! Make your guesses in the reviews, and I'll shout out who got it right!