A super-long chapter (by my measly standards) to make up for the super-long wait, hopefully you'll like it because things actually happen. Only two chapters to go! *sighs*

"My name is Beatrice and I used to be in abnegation. I chose erudite because of my soulmate tattoo" Time seemed to halt for a second, a collective gasp filled the air around Beatrice. Everyone in the room turned to the back to catch a glimpse of the girl who'd dared to give that as her reason for joining. Her eyes, however, were on Jeanine who had seemed to falter at the abruptness of her statement.
Another moment passed and Beatrice, wide eyed, scanned the room. She saw everyone's jaws had dropped to the floor and a strange sense of pride ran through her at the sight. That was quickly replaced by dread and utter confusion. What had she been thinking? No one is supposed to admit choosing a faction because of a soulmate anymore, it's quite commonplace but is written very clearly in the code of conduct as a no-no. Something happened about ten years ago, everyone who was 18 by the choosing ceremony, which was most people, used the day to join the same faction as and find their "one true love". Within the week over half the possible matches had been made and the faction system almost collapsed. Nowadays it was hardly spoken about within a family. It was not something you would say to an established member of a faction, definitely not a faction leader. And most definitely definitely not Jeanine Matthews.

Jeanine started walking down the aisle towards Beatrice. Oh God. Her eyes had been fixed on Beatrice since she had asked the question, they were burning in to her skin, something that seemed to be happening quite a lot recently.
"What was that Miss Prior?" All events of the previous day seemed to have been forgotten and Jeanine adopted a very stern, authoritative persona.
"I-I um-" She couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say, now was definitely not the time to be telling Jeanine that she thought she was her soulmate. Not in front of all these people.
"Get out!" The words reverberated around the room, causing a sudden increase in Beatrice's heart rate. She stood up and darted out of the room as fast as her slightly jelly-like legs would take her.

Not having been given instructions on what to once she "got out" Beatrice decided to take a tour of the erudite facilities. She found the classrooms where the erudite born were taking their classes, they were all sat at computers on some sort of maths software she thought. She caught the eye of the boy sat at the end of the row, he stared at her but carried on typing his calculations. After passing four more classrooms like this she got to the lifts at the end of the corridor. The first lift stopped a a woman got out, she had messy black curls and a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones. She gave Beatrice an odd look but didn't make a comment.

Once in the lift, Beatrice didn't know quite where she wanted to go. It looked like she was on the fourth floor, there were 5 below her, 3, 2, 1, B, and BB. There was a sign next to the bottom two that said "no unauthorised access" it was the same as the one stuck next to the top floor, number 22. Floor 22 was subtitled "The Penthouse". Penthouse? Why was there a penthouse in the erudite building? Who could live here?

Oh.

Jeanine.

Beatrice hovered her fingers over the numbers some more, thinking what Jeanine's flat might be like. Very modern, all the walls were probably white, or blue she supposed. After all Jeanine was patriotic enough to live in the faction building, why not top it off by coordinating the decor as well?

The lift beeped again, obviously getting impatient with Beatrice's indecision. She decided to go up in fives until she got to floor 19 and then she'd visit all the rest, aside from 22 of course. Floor nine was advanced technical workshops, according to the sign on the door that she couldn't get past without an electronic key. Fourteen seemed to be offices of some kind, as did 19. Each door had a large window, almost all of which were obscured by dark blue blinds. The ones that she could see into contained desks, multiple hologram screens, and a strange variety of plants. She wondered if that was Jeanine's influence. Floor 20 looked to be meeting rooms, they all had completely glass walls on two sides and large ovular tables surrounded by at least 20 or 30 chairs. On floor 21 she encountered the woman from the lift again.
"You!" She shouted after Beatrice as she passed her on the corridor.
"Yes?" The look in the woman's face didn't look good. She was a mixture of surprised and irritated to see Beatrice so high up in the building.
"And what may I ask are you doing up here?" Beatrice explained to her that she was just looking around her new faction building, that she wasn't in lesson at the moment due to "a change in circumstances." She didn't want to tell her that Jeanine had kicked her out.
"What's your name dear?"
"Beatrice Prior" The woman seemed to flinch a bit after hearing her name.
"Lexa Taylor, Jeanine's personal assistant" Oh. That's funny, Beatrice had never imagined that Jeanine would have a personal assistant. It made sense though she supposed.
"You're a transfer aren't you?" Beatrice nodded. Lexa glanced at her watch.
"Why are you not in a lesson?" she considered lying, saying Jeanine had cancelled the lesson early or something. In the end she figured that would be a bad idea, as Jeanine's p.a. she was bound to know already if that had happened.
"Sh-She asked me to leave, I told her that I transferred to erudite because of my soul mate tattoo" Lexa visibly winced.
"On your first day, as a transfer, you admitted to putting your soul mate before your faction?" It was a question so laced with sarcasm that Beatrice almost melted on the spot.
"Well to be honest I didn't have a permanent faction at the time" Lexa rolled her eyes but seemed to find that funny. After a moment or so her face softened and she continued.
"You're lucky that all she did was throw you out, I'm sorry for being harsh on you earlier by the way, comes with the job I suppose"
"A word of advice though, soul mate tattoos are a touchy subject with Jeanine, she hasn't had the pleasure of meeting hers yet" Beatrice heard Lena curse herself under her breath and she filed that under things to not tell Jeanine, along with how hot she looked when she was angry and how much Beatrice just wanted to grab her by the waist and shut her up with a kiss. Beatrice blushed at her thoughts, catching Lexa watching her.

There was an awkward silence between them for the next minute or so. Beatrice wondered if she was expected to leave. She turned to make her way back to the lifts but Lexa called out after her.
"Wait!"
"Don't-don't tell Jeanine that you saw me up here, or that you were here at all for that matter"
"I won't tell her anything" Beatrice reassured her.
"You should talk to her though, clear up the matter of your soul mate tattoo" All Beatrice did was laugh, like that was going to happen.
"Is that funny?" Stern Lexa returned for a second and she moved slightly closer.
"I-it's just that-"

Beatrice told Lena everything, about her test results saying how she got told she was abnegation but chose erudite. How she thinks her soul mate might be Jeanine. Everything.

If this is focusing on the OCs too much I'm sorry but come on, they were never gonna come together on their own.