Happy holidays! It's been a year since I first read Divergent, and almost that since I started my first fanfic, Worth It. It has been amazing, so I wanted to say thanks for supporting me with your reviews. This story has almost 200 now!

Anyway. I decided to rewrite this chapter because I'm not happy with the direction the story was going to go...

I finally make it home about 3 hours later, flopping down onto my bed with exhaustion after another crazy round of questioning from the cops, who were waiting for me in the living room when I arrived home.

My head aches, and I wish more than anything that I hadn't taken Christina's advice about going out with the bastard. He seemed like a nice little British boy at first, but he tried to hurt me, just like Peter and Drew and Eric did in that alley. Today was a day of extremes.

I've spent the latter half of the day strolling through Navy Pier with Tobias, talking and laughing and actually feeling like I belong somewhere. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the roughness of Tobias's hand in mine, and the warmth of his lips on mine. The incident with Lauren is an old, forgotten memory. I'm not sure how I can be so awake and so tired at the same time.

Of course, the second I lay down on my bed and try to decide which book to read, my phone rings. I answer it with a sigh.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed, girl. We're going shopping."

"Christina, I just got home, I'm tired, I'm just lucky my parents haven't found out about the whole Al thing yet-"

I can practically see her tapping a painted finger nail on the nearest hard surface and glaring at the wall. "You promised me we'd go shopping. I'm on my way to your house and I'll be there in five, so I suggest that you start getting your shit together."

The phone goes dead.

Christina's persistent; I have to give her that.

I curse and yank on a pair of shoes, pausing to apply some mascara and lip gloss to avoid Christina's wrath. Grabbing my purse, wallet, and jacket, I burst downstairs and reach out to open the front door, just as Caleb opens it from the other side. The heavy wood smacks me in the face and I fall to the ground.

Caleb rolls his eyes and steps over me, straightening his glasses and shutting the door behind him.

"Really, Beatrice," he says mildly. "I thought you'd have learned to look where you're going by now."

"I was," I mutter, glaring at him and pinching my nose to stem the trickle of blood that has appeared. "It was totally your fault."

He raises his eyebrows. "If you say so."

Luckily he doesn't see me give him the finger as he hauls his backpack upstairs- he must have been studying with Cara again. No wonder he looks so happy, and judging from his flushed face and swollen lips, they were doing more than just studying.

Christina's car is already idling by the curb when I finally get out of the house.

"Where we're you?" She says as I get in." I've been waiting here for forever."

I instantly feel a flash of guilt. "Caleb hit me in the face with a door," I say. She doubles over with laughter, and I laugh too, feeling freer and happier than I've normally been since I left St. Louis. Right now, I could take on the whole world.

I was ice when I came here, so afraid that my emotions would shatter me into tiny little pieces. But what I have learned since is that love doesn't destroy you- it makes you stronger, so you can face whatever life throws at you. And I regret nothing.

Well, besides Al.

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