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Hello, everyone! Thanks for reading. I wanted to shout out to the thirty nice reviews I got, and respond to one that's...well, you'll see. So thanks to everyone who reviewed (specifically iDivergence, who replied and gave me initiate names! Thanks a ton).

And to the guest who left a review on chapter seven that said "Seriously? Are u trying to blackmail us? You should be glad that anyone is reading this. Just like you said, you're not Veronica Roth and we frankly dont give a damn whether you post or not. You wanted a a review, so here's one: Learn from all those great writers out there and be more freaking patient," I appreciate your review, and thank you for sharing your opinion. However, this is a site called FANFICTION, so of course I'm not Veronica Roth. If you don't like my story, writing or ways of getting reviews, you needn't write a long review basically saying I'm not a real or 'great' writer. Every great writer starts out writing little ideas and short stories, and no great writer starts out great. Again I'd like to thank you for your honesty, but the insults aren't necessary.

Thanks for reading, guys! If you aren't that guest, feel free to disregard that bit, except for the 'please don't insult me' part. I'm just trying to write here. So...here it is:

We walk down to the mess hall together, hands gripping each other nervously. Right before we step in, he kisses me. "I love you, Beatrice, no matter what," he whispers.

Tobias takes my hand and we walk in. I immediately see my mother and father - they're the only people dressed like that in gray, and they're sitting alone. I elbow Tobias and he nods.

"Let's get this over with and sit with them," I mutter as we get our food. Tobias nods again and we awkwardly make our way over to their table.

"Beatrice," my father greets us. There is no emotion whatsoever in his voice.

"Hi, Dad?" I squeak. "How's your new job?"

"It's just me being a temporary ambassador to Dauntless, so nothing interesting's reallyy happening," he tells me. "Who is this? I think I know."

"Um, this is my, uh, boyfriend. Four." Tobias takes my hand under the table and squeezes it.

My father takes us in. "How old is he? Twenty five?" My father looks a little pissed off.

"No!" I shout offended. He shushes me. "He's almost nineteen." Tobias nods.

My father harrumphs. "Well, he looks older then he is." Then his eyes narrow. "What faction are you originally from, Four?"

Tobias freezes. "Sir, why does that matter?"

"Because you're dating my daughter," my father snaps.

"Abnegation," Tobias mutters.

My father's eyes narrow even more. "Two years older. Male Abnegation transfer to Dauntless. Marcus Eaton's blue eyes. You're Tobias Eaton. The traitor."

Tobias just sits there and takes it, but I lean across the table towards my father. "You will not speak to him like that. Tobias is anything but a traitor. If you knew half the truth of what Marcus Eaton is, you would hate him more than I do. And I hate him to the sun and back. Do you understand?"

My father, shocked by my speaking up, nods. "Yes. But Beatrice, I think you should break up with him."

Tobias' face fills with fury again at this comment. "Why does everybody try to break us up? It's just not going to happen!" I put my hand on Tobias' arm, signaling for him to calm down and let me handle this one.

"Dad, I'm not going to break up with him, okay? I think I love him," I tell my father, even though I know I love him. Tobias knows I'm just softening the blow.

My father nods slowly. "I'll allow -"

"No," I cut him off. "You won't allow anything. I'm not Abnegation anymore, Dad, so technically, I'm not your daughter. You won't be allowing anything; you'll be acknowledging that this is our decision. Thanks for understanding."

My father looks at us with a new respect in his eyes. "Okay, Beatrice. Tobias. But, young man, if you hurt my daughter in any way, I will hunt you down and hurt you."

Tobias meets my father's eyes, his gaze level. "Yessir. I don't plan on ever hurting Tris. And, sir, please don't call me Tobias around others. Four is my name."

My father nods. "See you soon, Beatrice."

Tobias and I pick up our trays and move to our regular table, where Zeke, Shauna, Will, Mar and Lynn are currently sitting.

"Where's Chris?" I ask, elbowing Will.

"Not feeling well. She decided to stay home from work today." Will shrugs. "Been puking her guts out, and she's got a bad fever. She won't let me take her to the infirmary, but I described her symptoms and they gave me pills for her. I got her to take them."

I make a mental note to visit Chris after dinner. "Okay. I hope she feels better. No chance she's -"

Will shakes his head quickly. "No," he cuts me off. "We haven't ever, you know, done it without protection. And she's on birth control. She's just got the flu."

I nod and finish my dinner. "Tobias," I murmur after I've cleared my dishes. "I'm going to go see Chris. She's sick."

Tobias stands and clears his dishes, too. "I'm coming."

"That wasn't an invitation, T-Four! It was me telling you what I'm doing," I tell him, getting a little frustrated.

"Tris," he pleads. "I just want to keep you safe."

"Four, I don't need you following me everywhere, okay? I'll be fine. Chris' apartment is like forty feet from the mess hall." I stay firm.

He looks at me, presumably to see if I'm going to give in. "Fine," he mutters.

I walk out of the mess hall and someone's arm is thrown around my shoulders. I'm starting to worry, because I can't see their face. "Hey, Stiff," Uri says. I chuckle.

"Geez, Uri! You scared me!" I tell him, playfully elbowing him in the side.

"Where are you going, Tris?" he asks.

"To go see Chris. She's sick," I answer.

Uri nods. "Can I come? I'd like to see her, too."

I nod and we walk the remaining thirty five feet to her apartment. I fish the spare key out of the fish tank in the wall by their apartment and unlock the door.

"Hey, Chris. How are you feeling?" I ask, quietly shutting the door behind Uri and I.

She groans and I see her face. "What do you think? I feel like shit. I look like shit. I puke shit."

I laugh. "Good to know the meds are helping, Chris." But she doesn't look good. "Do you need anything?"

"Will you just hang out with me for a little while? You too, Uri. You're the life of the party," she requests.

Uri laughs and we nod. "How about we watch a movie?" he suggests. Chris' face brightens a little and we settle in for a movie - Chris insists on a chickflick, and Uri agrees (surprisingly).