A/N: OMG GUYS THE REVIEWS! WE UP TO 80 I LOVE YOU ALL UGHH.

Sorry I've been gone for a few days, I've had to celebrate my sister's grad party, my brother is home from Arizona, so he's staying in my room... Joyous, as you can expect. Also, my boyfriend finally got home from Florida, so you can imagine the happy reunion since he's been gone for almost two weeks.

Anyways, I don't know how good this chapter will be cause I wrote it up at 7 in the morning, hopped up on my first cup of coffee in two days. But, this is prob my fav chapter so far cause it's HALLOWEEN EDITION AND FOURTRIS YOU'RE WELCOME.

Enjoy, lovelies:)

Btw for anyone who wants to correct me in this chapter for my grammar or whatever, Imma teach a quick spelling lesson:

Male: Brunet; blond.

Female: Brunette; blonde.

Just sayin'

-Scorpiius


One of the Boys: Chapter Seven

"Slutty rabbit, slutty nurse, slutty kitty... Slutty slut." Will reads of the plastic packages of costumes hanging off the wall in the dark and dingy Halloween store. "I swear to God, feminine costumes just keep getting more revealing every year. I won't even be surprised when girls start walking around naked. I believe Halloween costumes are oppressive towards women and-" He stops and looks at his best friend. "Hey, what's up? You usually love my feminism rants."

Her head snaps up and her eyes go wide, like she was just caught stealing candy from a baby. Once she realizes that it is, indeed, her best friend talking to her, her face relaxes. She looses her mind a little more each day. "Sorry, yeah. Slutty costumes are degrading."

Will squints at her, the costumes forgotten in the moment as he looks at his best friend with a concerned expression. "You look... tired."

She breathes out her mouth, trying to laugh but it just comes out like a really deep sigh. She gives a exhausted smile, her brows curving in. "Thanks, Will. You really know how to compliment a woman."

He holds his hands up in surrender, feeling only a bit guilty about saying that to his already self-conscious friend. But their relationship is mostly built off of honesty. And bad jokes. "Sorry, but you're looking more haggard then usual. And that's saying a lot."

"I haven't been able to sleep right since, you know." Tris likes to call the Tobias-Nita incident the 'Couch Conundrum'. "And, with the break up. And working with Tobias at practices. God, I wanna rip my hair out on a daily basis!"

Will reaches out and grabs her shoulders, shaking her wildly. Patrons around them stare curiously. "Get yourself together, woman!" He exclaims and a laugh bubbles out of her. Will finds the sound delightful and lets go. She staggers a couple feet back and then stops, hands out to her sides like a bird ready to take flight. Her ponytail is coming loose. "Don't give those oppressive misogynists a reason to ruin you." She laughs again and he continues, trying to make her mood turn back to normal. "That means the patriarchy will win!"

"I need to stop giving you those feminism pamphlets." Tris declares and turns to the costumes, trying to ignore the aching in her skull begging her to remember the reason she was upset in the first place. She pushes the dark cloud away.

God, she can never sit on that damn couch again.


The mall was never a place she liked to visit, but she seems to be spending every free minute she has between school and practices there with Will. Not because she loves blowing her money (Well, her father's money) on comfy Nike shorts and chocolate-covered strawberries, but because Tobias loathes the mall just as much as she does. That means she hardly has to see him anymore these days. Except for dinner and practices, she can almost avoid him entirely.

"I just don't get why Victoria Secret's yoga pants are so fucking expensive." Tris says to Will, walking beside her. She knocks her shopping bags into his thigh. "I mean, I can go to Target and get a pair for like, fifteen dollars. Not fifty."

"It's the patriarchy."

She bursts into genuine laughter. "Why is that your excuse for everything?"

"Because it's true." He joins in with the laughter.

The day is lovely, she confirms in her mind, staring up into the ceiling windows where the sun in shining brightly through the glass. The mall is decorated with cliche Halloween junk, like plastic skulls and paper bats hanging from store doorways. Top 40 plays aloud from the speakers with a "Monster Mash" remix mixed in there every ten minutes. Halloween is tomorrow and she's already dreading having to deal with a bunch of drunk high schoolers at the party Will is dragging her along to. He got an invite from some cheerleader. All football players are invited, of course, it's a weird 'jock thing' where both social groups are best friends and get invited to everything.

Sometimes she wishes she were a huge tech nerd instead of a star quarterback and field goal kicker. Then she wouldn't have to deal with her true enemies: The cheer squad.

"You know what I don't get?" Will asks her.

"Hmm?"

"If yogas from Target are cheaper and just as good as Victoria Secret's, why do girls buy from there then?"

"It's a brand thing, I guess." Tris shrugs. "Girls are weird."

"I won't argue with that." He teases and fist-bumps her. She laughs and they continue to navigate through the mall, walking around loose children and giggly teenagers with eyes glued to their phones.

Will is too busy explaining to her his theory on evolution when she spots him.

Peter Hayes, leaning against the marble slab of Tiffany and Co. with his arm around an young, auburn girl. Tris figures she has to be at most a freshman, but she has more curves than Tris. And you can obviously tell when you notice her in the black, tight dress she's wearing. The girl is typing on a cellphone and Peter is conversing with a brunet.

Tris freezes, stopping completely in the middle of the mall. Will continues to walk and talk, not even noticing that his friend has stopped two yards away. "Tris?" He asks, turning around and noticing her stopped like a deer in headlights. She looks at him with wide, stormy eyes and snaps her attention back as he raises an eyebrow at her.

She quickly clutches at her ear and bends down. "I dropped my earring." She feels on the floor for a couple seconds before rising and pretending to put her earring back in. Thank the Lord she remembered to put in a pair today.

She walks back over to him and gives him a convincing smile and snakes her arm through his and they continue to walk, his endless chatter starts up again and her gaze finds her ex again.

The brunet left the pair and he's chatting to the red-head, his lips so close to her ear that Tris almost feels like crying, missing the way he talked so close to her that way. Missing the way his hand gripped her waist like she was his and only his.

Her grip on Will's arm slackens as the girl kisses the corner of Peter's mouth and he pulls her closer.

That's when Tris, eyes focused on the couple and not what's in front of her, runs into the corner of a kiosk, hits her face on the sign hanging beside it and collapses to the ground, smacking her head brutally on the tile floors of the mall.

Pain shoots through her skull and Will shouts her name before falling to the ground next to her, sitting up on his knees. She groans loudly and places a shaky hand on the throbbing spot on the back of her head, pulling it away warm and sticky.

When her vision focuses on the dark, red blood covering her hand, her eyes roll back and the world blacks out.


A monitor beeps obnoxiously besides her while she sits on the edge of the hospital bed, kicking her feet back and forth like a child since she's too short to touch the floor.

Her skull pulsates painfully and her temples beat like a steady drum with a major migraine. She keeps her hands folded in her lap to keep from touching the staples itching the back of her head.

Mr. Prior walks into the hospital room, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion, and hands her a fruit punch vitamin water. She unscrews it and takes a gulp while her father sags into the chair across from the bed. He puts his head in his hands and they both say nothing.

Will walks in this time, hospital cafeteria cookies in hand and a smile plastered on his face. "Hey! Sugar or chocolate chip?" She takes a sugar cookie when he holds the container out to her. He offers one to Mr. Prior and he takes a chocolate chip one, nibbling on it half-heartedly. "The nurse says you can leave in fifteen, they just gotta check out the staples once more."

And just as he says that, the heavyset nurse struts into the room and probes Tris's head with her gloved fingers, tugging on her hair to give her an even bigger headache.

After about twenty minutes, they finally make it to the car. Will departs with a hug and a promise to call her in a bit and Tris slowly climbs into shout-gun. Her dad stays silent, starting the car and pulling out of the almost-empty parking lot with lots of jerks. The sky is dark overhead and chilly air breezes in through Mr. Prior's half-open window. Uncomfortable goosebumps rise on her arms, but she doesn't ask for him to close it. The tense silence is worse than the cold air.

When he sighs heavily, she knows she's in for a big talk. He switches on his blinker and starts with something she never thought he's say until she was in college. "I think you need to find a job."

"What?" She turns from looking out the window to staring at him with an open mouth. Sure, she's a bit spoiled, her and Caleb both, and she mooches off of him for money because it's hard to get a job at her young age, but she never thought he'd every make her get one. He never made Caleb until he mentioned he wanted to an expensive college in North Caroline. Mr. Prior pretty much filled out a McDonald's application for him. College tuition is pretty much the only thing money-wise the children have to worry about. "Why?"

"You've been in the hospital twice in the past year." Mr. Prior informs her tiredly. "Staying the hospital for two months isn't cheap, Beatrice." Oh God, he used her full name. He's serious. "I'm still trying to work it off. And now? With this? I can't afford this."

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

"It's not your fault, these things happen," He assures. "But, you're old enough to get a job and help out around here and pay for your own things. For once."

She's silent, a feeling of guilt rising uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. "Okay, I'll go job hunting."

He says nothing, just gives her a little, obviously relieved smile and turns onto the highway.


Tris turns in her bed, her body feeling cramped and hot, her staples poking into her head insufferably. So much for a fun Halloween.

"My dad's keeping me in my room like I'm a prisoner." Tris whispers into her phone, Will laughs on the other line. The doorbell down below rings and the voices of screaming, excited children waft through her open window.

"He's just being a good, worrying dad." He assures her and she rolls her eyes.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were in my position."

"Well, you did just crack your head open." He reminds her slowly.

"Blah blah blah." She nags, turning onto her side and kicking off her blanket. "I feel fine."

"You wouldn't be saying that later if you go to the party." Will says. "You'll complain about the people, an upcoming headache, the overwhelming smell of urine and alcohol..."

"Okay, gross." She says. "I get it. I don't particularly like parties, but I like them more than being stuck here."

"Mmhm." He mumbles sarcastically.

"Shut up." She tells her with a laugh. If he were here, she'd throw a pillow at his face and he'd laugh and throw it back. God, she wishes she were with him and not locked in the house like a delinquent with a shock collar around her neck.

There's a knock on her door. "Just a sec." She whispers to will and lowers her phone so it's not visible to the person at the door. "What!"

The door swings open and Tobias stands in the doorway. Her eyes widen. She hasn't spoken to him in a couple of days and he hasn't been to dinner; She figured he's been staying with his mom for the past couple of days. Or with Nita. Just the thought of that makes her want to gag.

He throws her a plastic package. It lands next to her legs on the bed. "Get dressed."

She just gives him a look.

Keeping eye contact, she lifts her phone to her ear. "Will, I'm gonna have to call you back." She says into the phone. Will says a goodbye and she hands up the phone. "Excuse me?" She asks Tobias.

"Get dressed." He repeats, nodding to the package laying on the bed. She glances down and finds a 'sexy' cat costume. She rolls her eyes. "Do you want to get out of here or not?"

"Of course." She says. She sits up onto the edge of the bed. "But, not with you while wearing that."

This time Tobias rolls his eyes. She glares at him. "Come on. It's Halloween." He reasons. "The one day of the year where females are expected to dress like total sluts. No one will judge you."

"I will judge me."

"Well, don't." Tobias shrugs with an jerky grin. "Get changed and meet me in my room in five."

"Gross."

"You're the gross one." Tobias tells her. "Hurry up, I'm breaking you out."


A/N: HAHAHAHAHA I'M ENDING IT HERE I'MM SO SORRY BUT IT HAS TO HAPPEN

I didn't want to end it here,but I didn't realize how long this chapter was going to be. And this is only the first half. I don't like going over 2k words, just because I don't like putting that much into one chapter. So, I'm breaking it off. You'll get part two today or tomorrow. It depends how busy I am.

Love you guys so fucking much omggggg.

The fun is yet to come, so stay tuned. :)

Sorry for any mistakes.

-Scorpiius