"So what are we going to do today?" Ali asked from the bunk beside me, we didn't wake up till quarter past twelve on our first official day of Dauntless, they allowed us to have a week of freedom before they sent us into the work field.

"Um, I don't know, we could do anything right?" I asked her, rolling over in bed to look at her, I was pretty content with staying in bed all day.

"I think we should get tattoos!" she smiled, she hadn't stopped smiling since yesterday.

"I don't know what I'd get," I looked at her.

"Me either," she laughed!

"Well let's not do that then," I shut my eyes.

"You were in my fear scape," she looked serious for the first time in hours, when I looked back at her.

"You were in mine too," I confessed.

"I had to choose between you and Dauntless," she admitted, after a moment, "I chose you," she smiled again.

"I had to save you from being shot, on top of the fence," I remembered everything, the way my heart beat when I saw the gun, the sound of the click. "I took the bullet instead,"

"Well were stuck with each other for life then," her smile grew, " You can't give up a girl that would take a bullet for you," she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The whole room was empty, we were the last ones up.

"Well lets go see what everyone else is up to,"

It was the first day in weeks that we didn't have to get dressed in workout clothes, or clothes that you were fine getting your ass beat in. It almost felt disappointing the rough denim scratching skin.

The roar from outside the dinning hall gave away where everyone was, still in our usual spot. Nothing in Dauntless was different then yesterday, it was just the eight of us who was different, at some time or another the four Dauntless born had made their way to our table. Zach and Kyle were taking turns throwing cards down, while the rest of the group talked.

"Well if it isn't the walking dead," Zach yelled as Kyle looked up to smirk at the two of us.

"Well, we haven't had a good night sleep for weeks, some of us need beauty sleep," Ali informed the duo as we took our seat across from each other on the bench.

"I was allowed to go see my parents this morning," Zach smiled before reaching on the other side of him and tossing an apple in my direction, even though I was sitting beside him.

"Awe, I could kiss your mom," I took a bite of the crisp apple, but could help scan the room while I did it, no Sara in sight.

"Hey, I brought the apple, lay it on me," he turned his face towards mine, I quickly grabbed his face turning it and pressed a sloppy kiss to his pierced cheek.

"Awe, I'm in love," he yelled out to the crowd, the looks brought a blush over my face. "Rumor has it there is another party tonight," he said to the group in a normal tone.

"What is dauntless just full of parties?" Alex ask, staring at Becky while she quietly ate.

"We never miss the opportunity to have a party, and we are the guests of honor" Lyn, or I think it was, informed me. I had never really paid much attention to her, but now that she was sitting right in front of me I took the chance too. She was short and stocky, with very fair skin, the only bit of color was the freckles on her face and sprinkled over her shoulders,her caramel hair was cut blunt right at the end of bottom of her chin, and her deep brown eyes were larger than a normal persons, which added a look of innocents that her personality didn't possess.

"So they have a party for the people who are about to get kicked out, and a party two days later for the ones that make it?" I spoke to the group.

"Basically,"

"Well that means we'll need an outfit," Ali and the other girls instantly flew up, cheering.

"Oh come on Lana, it's not that bad!" Becky said pulling my arm while I grunted, "Maybe we can get you a new hat," she pulled my red beanie off my head and slapped it on hers, the red yarn clashing with her bright red hair.

"Yeah, or maybe throw it away all together," Kyle yelled to them as they hauled me off behind them.

"I'm not wearing a dress," I argued with the girls in the clothing store, "No friggen way," I continued to toss down the dresses they kept throwing at me.

"Oh come on," Becky begged, "You're already pooping on our parade,"

"I'll be attending the parade in jeans thank you,"

"At least wear shorts," Lyn added handing me a pair of shorts that looked like a black sequins nightmare.

"Lana, those will look so cute on you!" Ali hysterically bopped around.

"I guess it's the lesser of the two evils," I begrudgingly threw the shorts over my shoulder.

"Now to get you a cute shirt!" they hauled me off in the direction of the shirts grabbing a few before shoving me in the fitting room.

"Bitches," I muttered at I took off my clothes, before slipping on the shorts, the sequins scratched my thighs as I pulled them up. But I hated to admit they didn't look half bad, and at least my lady parts weren't hanging out, everyone had already got enough of a picture of that a couple days ago.

"Put that on too," one of the girls thew a lacy black bra over the top of the door, "No more sports bras, for any of us," I think it was Lyn speaking, we had all been living in them during initiation, we never knew what we were going to be doing.

I stood in the bra and shorts staring in the mirror, I had completely changed over the past couple weeks, every sign of my childhood gone from my body, my face had lost it's baby fat, and my cheek bones stood out high on my face, my shoulders and arms were defined, stronger, my stomach had a hint of a small four pack, it was solid where it used to be soft flab, my hips and thighs were still the biggest thing on me, but somehow it made me look even more womanly.

I tried on the multiple shirts they had thrown into my pile, finally settling on a chiffon shirt that looked like a mens shirts, but was a sheer black materiel, you didn't even notice you were looking at skin until it met the solid fabric of my bra. When I made my way out to the girls to show them they all agreed on my choice, but Ali stepped up to tuck the front half of the shirt, leaving the longer back to hang. After earning everyone's approval I changed back into my normal clothes and carried out my choices with me.

"Now all you need are some hot heels," Becky scanned the shoe shelf.

"Hell no, I'll wear disco ball shorts, but heels and dresses are where I draw the line,"

After arguing for forever, they settled on the fact that I was going to wear my boots no matter what they said. While we waited in the line for our points for the clothes to be deduced I grabbed a knit gray beanie and a thick black one, I would need to at least feel like myself in some way.

Once we were done with clothes the girls decided they wanted to get their hair done, I declined, but said I would set with them, I had always been okay with my hair, it had a natural wave that I usually could control the frizz in, and had been long for as-long as I could remember.

"Look, Mr. Personality is getting his hair done," Becky laughed looking over at a man covered in tattoos from head to toe stood cutting hair, the man literally didn't have an empty hole on any of his showing skin to get a tattoo, that was a whole lot of personality. But then I saw whose hair he was cutting and knew what she was talking about.

"Who would want that haircut?" Lyn stated more as an observation than a question. I didn't mind his hair, I guess I had never really thought about it.

"No, who would want Zach's?" Becky laughed before stylists came to get them, leaving me alone on a padded bench, I took the moment of quiet to shut my eyes and rest my head on the wall behind me.

"You didn't want to get your hair fixed?" Eric jumped me, sitting beside me on the bench.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I frowned at him.

"Nothing, I mean, it's okay," he looked as confused as I felt.

"Okay," I didn't know what else to say, the last real conversation I had with Eric was him throwing me out of his room.

"Getting ready for the party tonight?" he questioned looking down at the girls and my pile of bags.

"I guess so, I don't know why I couldn't just wear what I have on," I looked down at myself, I thought I looked fine.

"Because you've got to put your best foot forward apparently," he didn't seem like he quite understood the clothes thing either.

"What if this is my best foot, they thew away my hat, isn't that enough?" I randomly muttered.

"I liked the hat," he stated before standing, "See you later,"

What did see you later mean? Were we over the whole fight from yesterday? I didn't plan on seeing him later, or ever again if I could help it, all he did was cause problems and piss me off, We'd known each other for a couple weeks and I think that had been our longest conversation without a fight, ever. Sure he was fun to kiss, real fun, but that's all it had been was fun. From now on Eric and I would be two ships passing in the night, and that's all.

While we stood getting ready in the mirror I couldn't stop my mouth, the conversation from earlier running through my mind.

"What does it mean when a guy says 'see you later?'"" I asked he girls, I didn't think it was a big deal to ask.

"OMG!" all the girls screeched, they seemed to think it was.

"Who was it?"

"What did he look like?"

"Is he going to meet you at the party?"

"Are you two sleeping together?"

All their questions were thrown at me at the same time, "We talked he said see you later, and left, that's all,"

"Well it all depends on the guy, if it's like a nice guy, see you later means I'll be looking for you later. But if it's any other guy, I guess it just mean bye." Becky informed me while the others shrugged.

"Why can't they just say what they mean?" Lyn questioned.

"Because, if they could they would still hit us over the head with a big stick and drag us to their cave," Ali joked as the rest of us laughed and continued to get ready.

When we were on our way out the door after we were all ready I grabbed my gray beanie off my bed and slapped it off my head before they had a chance to object.

"Oh, lover girls got her hat on," Lyn laughed as we ran out the back door to the train tracks to meet the boys.

They all were in jeans and t-shirts.

"See, I would have been fine in what I was wearing!" I informed everyone.

"Why wear jeans when you could have the potential chance to blind a poor soul," Zach laughed moving in all directions as the street lights lit up my shorts.

"Get on the train," I began running not waiting for him as the train whizzed past.

"Lets dance!" Ali yelled grabbing my arms, before I could get my way over to the poker table.

"I don't know how," my stomach dropped with just the thought of it.

"Just move, and whatever you do, don't think about it," she pulled me out onto the full dance floor.

After I made a fool of myself several times I got a hang of the whole controlled idiot dancing.

I finally got so thirsty from all the dancing I couldn't take it anymore, "I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" I yelled over to Ali who was dancing with some random man.

"Nope, I'm about to go find Kyle," she smiled but continued dancing with the boy.

I went over to the table filled with cups and began peeking inside each one, trying to figure out what they contained.

"What are you sampling each one?" Eric yelled over the music, all of a sudden beside me.

"No, sniffing them," I informed him smiling.

"Why?" his eyebrow ring shined in the light as it raised.

"Why are you bothering me?" I questioned as I began inspecting the cups again.

"I don't know, I was drawn in by the shorts," he smirked down at them.

"What can I say, I'm the spokes girl for peer pressure," I kept looking the drinks over.

"Here," he handed me one of the cups towards the back, as he grabbed two for himself.

"What a lush you are," I threw back the drink, while he drank both of his cups.

"Well, you're one to talk,"

"You never answered why you are bothering me,"

"I'm not sure,"

An alarm went off before I had a a chance to reply and water began pouring down on the whole room.

The room filled with cheers as everyone began dancing, the music somehow got louder.

"Dance with me," Eric whispered in my ear pulling me close. Without thought I looked around to see who was watching us.

"No one is looking, I promise," he grabbed my hips pulling me around to the music.

"Don't make promises you can't keep,"

"You're taking all the fun away from it," we continued dancing, grinding against each other, the music banged in every part of my body, but my mind was on how close our bodies were.

"Everyone will be talking about this," I confirmed as I noticed eyes on us.

"Well lets give them something to talk about," he didn't wait for a response as he picked me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his hips, our mouth slamming together in it's usual form.

After what seemed like decades the music ended and we pulled apart as my feet landed in ankle deep water.

"We've flooded the place, lets get out of here, before Max shows up," A random guy yelled and a crowd began filing down the stairs.

"Come with me," Eric was standing behind me but no longer touching me.

"I can't," I hadn't realized how much the water had been running till we stopped kissing. My hair was sopping wet, along with my beanie.

"What the fuck ever," he snapped slamming back into the crowd putting distance between us.

AN- I don't own anything divergent related. How is everyone feeling about this story? Also every time I add a significant character into my story I add a picture of how I think they should look on my Polyvore set. Link in my profile.

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-LANA