A/N- Sorry for such a late update, I've been really busy but I hope you enjoy. Also go check out my new story Overcoming Divergence :) In advance I would like to apologize for any spelling/grammar errors in this chapter.

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I wait until Caleb and Ricky leave the dorm before walking and plopping onto my bed. I knew Ricky back in Erudite. Sure, we were never close friends or anything. Hell I don't even think I've had a full conversation with him. I would've never guessed he'd help Caleb in trying to hurt me. Why does Caleb hate me so much? I didn't do anything to him, and why was he so jealous? All I did was beat him in a friendly scored competition.

Even though Caleb doesn't scare me I'm going to make sure I'm always with a friend. Caleb wouldn't try anything around other people.

I'm just finishing drying my hair when everyone returns from dinner. Justin strolls in the dorm with a giggling Mya on his back. He tosses her on her bed before patting my head and jumping face down on his bed.

"I am so exhausted," he mumbles into his pillow.

I laugh and lay down on my own bed. Combat training starts tomorrow and we need all the rest we can get.

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"You are going to assist me," a familiar voice says. I whip around and see my mother, Jacob, Austin, and Eric lined up. Jeanine Mathews, my old factions leader stands in front of them, two armed Dauntless at her side.

"You were the perfect Erudite," Jeanine continues, "you can protect those you love if you help me."

I turn and to my left is a mirror. The word "Divergent" is written across my forehead. I lift my hand and try to wipe it off but the word it tattooed on my skin.

"What is it you want me to do?" I ask quietly.

She smirks, "You are going to report the Divergents in you initiate class to me."

My stomach drops. I can't do that. That would mean going against those like me. Tori's words echo in my head, "Being divergent is dangerous." That means someone like me could get hurt if Jeanine knew about them."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you," I whisper. Her eyes meet mine and her lips turn upwards, "I thought you'd say something like that. Looks like I will have to change your mind." She nods to the Dauntless guards and they walk behind Eric, and Jacob. The first raises his gun to Eric's head.

He smiles at me,"It's okay Shelbs."

My throat tightens and my eyes get blurry, "No, wait-"

I am cut off when the Dauntless pulls the trigger and Eric slumps to the floor, lifeless. The second Dauntless raises his gun to Jacob's head.

"You can stop this, just agree to help me," she insists.

I look at Eric, blood is pooling around him and the tears in my eyes spill over.

I scream.

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I shoot up in my bed and quickly scan my surroundings. All I hear is the quiet breathing of the other initiates.

What a dream.

I pull me covers off of me and climb out of bed. I look at my watch and it reads 2:15.

Great, so much for getting a good night's sleep.

I decide to go for a walk until I feel tired again. Quietly I slip on my boots and exit the dorms. The compound is dark, darker than usual. There are no members around, probably all in bed. Most of the stores are closed, the lights around them all turned off. I walk to the chasm and sit on the rail. I'm terrified of this thing, yet I always find myself coming here when I need to think.

I stare at the water for what seems like hours. When I check my watch again it only reads three o'clock. Right as I'm about to leave a strong arm wraps itself around my waist. I gasp but almost scream, losing my balance. The arm tightens and I turn my head and come face to face with Eric.

"Here to claim your second title as first jumper?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Second title?

Then I remember where I am, and what I must look like. I was sitting on the chasm rail for forty five minutes; my eyes were red and puffy from crying in my sleep. Of course it looked like I was thinking about jumping.

"Of course not," I say stepping down from the rail, "I just couldn't sleep." Then it dawns on me. "Why are you here so late?"

He meets my gaze and responds, "Similar reasons I guess."

We both turn to look at the water. After a while the silence becomes uncomfortable. I look at Eric from the corner of my eye and see that he's staring at me with a smirk. He slowly reaches his hand up and touches my bottom lip.

"Nice piercing," he says, "Did you get any tattoos yet?"

"Not yet," I respond, "I don't know what it would be if I got one…plus combat training is tomorrow. I don't want to have such an easy weakness exploited." My eyes travel down his neck, examining his tattoos. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt, so I can see the entire maze on his right arm. I wonder why he got those.

My eyes travel back up his body and stop at his lips momentarily before meeting his eyes again. When they do he is still looking at me and he lets out a laugh. I can't stop the blush that travels across my face. He just caught me checking him out.

I like a challenge. Every time Eric and I meet gazes he raises his eyebrows, challenging me to look away. I reach my hand up and run my fingertips down his neck and stop at the collar of his shirt.

"Do they stop here or are there more?" I ask tapping the tattoos. He steps back and goes to turn away, "I guess you'll have to wait and see."

He walks off the bridge and to the hallway. Before he leaves he says one more thing.

"Get to bed, initiate. I don't want to catch you here again this late." And then he leaves.

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The next morning at breakfast I walk to our table to see Jace and Dante in a very heated arm wrestling match. The entire table is watching closely at their even match. I sit down and grab a muffin. After a few minutes neither of them have a lead and we only have ten minutes to get to training.

"Let's go guys," I say. Justin and Mya stand with me.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not leaving until I beat this loser," argued Jace. I walk over to Dante and lay my hand over his, pushing with him against Jace until his hand smacks the table and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"That's not fair! Shelby you cheated!" cries Jace.

I just shake my head then start walking to the training room, Justin and Mya on my heels. When we walk in Eric and Four are just finishing putting up punching bags. Slowly the other initiates enter and when Alex gets there they begin.

"Today you will be learning how to fight. We'll go through some basic punches, kicks, and defense moves. If I was you, I'd pay attention unless you want to get hurt," says Four. He decides to split us in half, I end up learning from Eric with Mya. He shows the group a series of punches in the air and on a bag.

When I try executing the punches Eric showed us my bag barely moves. I really need to work on my arm strength. I look over and Mya seems to be doing worse than me. She isn't using the correct form so she's hurting her arm when she punches. Eric is standing against the wall watching us but not helping anyone. I walk over to Mya and grab her arm.

"Here," I start, "You need to keep your thumb wrapped around your fingers, not under them. You'll break your thumb if you punch like that." I also tell her about following through with her punches to get more power but who am I kidding, I'm not doing any better.

I walk back over to my bag and start kicking. Mid kick Eric grabs my thigh before it touches the bag. "What was that?" he questions. I look up and try to look as innocent as possible. "I think you called it a kick."

His jaw tightens with anger and he takes a deep breath, "I meant with the Amity."

"Well she needed help and our instructor wasn't instructing so I helped my friend."

Shit, why didn't I stop myself from saying that?

Eric and I look into each other's eyes and I don't like the anger boiling in his.

"Alright, initiate. Let me see you punch," he orders. I comply, sending a series of punches to the bag. Still, it didn't move very much. "It's different hitting something that doesn't hit back," I say.

Eric smiles and it makes me uncomfortable. He smiles like he just got the best idea ever. Suddenly he turns towards the other initiates.

"Listen up, the nose here thinks that punching the bag is pointless because it doesn't hit back," he says. That's when I retort, "Hey I never said it was point-"but he cuts me off.

"Originally we were going to wait until tomorrow to spar but there's no harm in a quick entertaining match." He walks through the training room motioning us with him. He stops at the ring in the center.

"Get up here nose, we're sparring."

Whispers pass through the crowd and Eric raises his eyebrows when I look at Four. "What? She implied she wants to hit something that will hit back. Now let's go." Justin who's standing next to me nudges me with his elbow.

"Don't worry, I don't think he will hurt you too bad. You're just an initiate."

Yeah, an initiate who disrespected him.

I meet Eric's gaze and slowly make my way into the ring.

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A/N- So again I apologize for the late update. I hope you liked the chapter and I plan on updating once sometime before next week because on the 11th I'm going up north for a week so I don't know when I'll be able to update. Please review :)