A/N:

Hello readers, how are you doing? I hope well. Thanks to those who answered the QOTD and made it into the drawing. The contest is still going on so don't fret. And since someone wanted to know what favorite sport was I'll answer it. I'm currently taking lessons in golf so I can make it on the team next year. But I think my favorite sport to watch is probably dancing. ON WITH THE STORY!

TOBIAS POV

"You look familiar," Tris's dad says. I remember Tris saying that her dad works with the government. Has he been around Marcus?

"I can assure you this is the first time I've met you sir. Maybe you're mistaking me with someone else?" I say as politely as I can muster.

"Maybe so; so what brings you here…Four?" I'm about to respond but Tris cuts me off.

"We were assigned a project in art and we were assigned partners."

"Okay will you be staying for dinner so I can notify my wife," Mr. Prior says.

"That sounds wonderful if it's no problem," I say. I see Tris glance over at me in the corner of my eye.

"No, no not a problem, we'll be glad to have you stay over for dinner," he says.

"Okay dad if you don't mind we're going to go get started on the project, in my room," whoa in her room?

"Okay sweetheart."

Tris grabs my wrist and leads me up the stairs. She lets go of it once we get upstairs. I can still feel the warmth of her fingers on my wrist. She opens the door to her room and holds it open for me to enter.

"Well here are Casa de Tris."

"It's nice just a little cold," I say as I gesture to the windows.

"Yeah that tends to happen," she says as she makes her way over to what looks like to be a portable heater. She turns it on and I start to feel a little of the heat. Her room doesn't look like a normal girl's room. Her room still has boxes that just lay around haphazardly. There's one poster hanging up near the window seat. Her walls are painted a very light lavender color, so light that you can barely tell that's it lavender. Books are stacked up near her bed on the floor. There's also a box full of books near the foot of her bed. There are so many I lose count. Funny, I didn't take her for much of a reader.

Tris walks over to her closet and opens her door. I see that her closet is filled with mostly black and dark colored clothes. I don't think I've seen her wear one light color her whole first week at school. She grabs a wide cardboard tube that has a white top.

"What's that?"

"It's the container that holds my butcher paper," she replies.

"Don't you think we should plan it out first before we start on the actual paper?"

"We are I was just pulling it out to see how much I had left."

She grabs some copy paper from her nightstand and then plops down on her bed. She glances up at me.

"Are you going to stand there or are you going to actually participate in this project?" This snaps me out of it. I walk over to her bed and sit down. She is already sketching designs and they look pretty cool.

"It doesn't look like you need any help," I tell her.

"Yeah well I've kind of had this idea in my head since class." She finishes her sketch and holds it up to me.

"There will be color but this is a rough draft," she says.

"Th- this is amazing; I think we'll get an A," as I say this, her face becomes tinted red slightly.

"Thanks."

"So what do you want me to do? You've seen my artwork this week and you know it's not its greatest."

"You can color right," she asks.

"Yeah."

"Well there you go. I might have you draw a couple of things that have to intentionally look bad."

"Shut up my drawing isn't that bad," I tell her.

"HA you're funny."

"Beatrice," a voice calls out. Some dude that looks similar to Tris walks into the room. He glances over at me and his eyes widen in surprise. "Who's this?"

"Caleb this is Four we're partners in Art and we're working on this project," she says as she gestures to the butcher paper. Caleb frowns at me.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"Seventeen."

"And you don't think you're too old to be with my little sister?"

I let out a short laugh. "She isn't you're little anything."

"Stop it. Both of you," Tris says. "We're not even together unlike you and Melanie," she says in a mocking tone. Caleb's eyes widen for the second time today.

"We're not dating either," Caleb says.

"Then stop assuming things that aren't true," she says.

"Okay mom said dinner will be finished shortly is Five joining us?"

"Four," I tell him through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah Four, is Four joining us for dinner?" Tris is about to respond but I beat her to it.

"Matter of fact I am so you might want to work on my name until then." Caleb leaves angrily.

"Well that was…strange," Tris says turning to me.

"Indeed it was," I say. "So Beatrice?"

"No you don't get to call me that, understand?"

"But that's how you introduced yourself at first."

"Yeah but now I changed it so you don't get to call me that."

"Okay whatever Tris."

We continue to work on our project until Tris's mom calls us down for dinner. We walk down the stairs and Caleb gives me an angry glare. Mrs. Prior looks over at me from the dining room area.

"So this is the Four Andrew was telling me about?"

"Yes mam nice to meet you. Thank you for letting me stay for dinner."

"No worries I love having people over."

I take a seat next to Tris and we start dinner. The food is nice but it's kind of…bland. Everything goes well until Caleb decides to speak

"So Four, is it, what do your parents do?"

There you go another chapter. Oh and to the Guest who just reviewed about Grace, thanks for reminding me I totally forgot and you're not being pesky you're being helpful. I will put in everybody's OC don't worry I just have a lot of them to get to. Guys we're already to 75 reviews, I'm so proud of you guys!

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