Eeeeee! 200 reviews! I won't give you a play by play, but my reaction involved me dancing, singing along to my iPod, and fangirl-squealing. I'm willing to bet most of my college savings that most of you guys would be rolling on the floor laughing if you could see me right now. (I know my bestie TributeAndProud probably is).

Anyway, here's chapter 25- two updates in one day!

I wince when my head smacks the window as Christina swerves to avoid a yellow taxi. I'm not sure how she even got her drivers license in the first place- she's seriously making me nervous.

She sees my expression and punches the radio power button with one hand. The music filters through the speakers and shuts out the sounds of traffic outside.

"Don't call me GaGa. I've never seen one like that before. Don't look at me like that. You amaze me..."

Christina grins and starts to sing, dancing in her seat as the car surges forward. "Just drive, Christina," I groan, putting my head in my hands. I swear to God that my best friend is going to be the death of me. Literally.

"Look at him. Look at me. That boy is bad and honestly

He's a wolf in disguise. But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."

Christina hits a high note and I grip the armrests so hard my fingers turn white. I'm about ready to lean over and wrench the steering wheel out of her hands. Next time, we're taking the train. If there is a next time. A silver Toyota honks angrily as we swerve into the left lane, and I close my eyes, sure that we're going to crash.

By some miracle, I'm still alive a few seconds later as we get off the exit ramp.

"I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before. She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby

We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall. But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah, that boy is a monster-"

Enough is enough. I lean forward and push the power button, cutting of Lady GaGa in mid-song.

Christina glares, but we make it to the mall parking lot without further incident. Thank God. I tumble out of Christina's Volkswagen, and she drags me into the mall after her.

"Do you have your homecoming dress yet?" she demands of me, hands on her hips.

"Um, no," I say truthfully. "I wasn't exactly planning on going, and I don't know if my parents will let me after the thing with-"

"Of course you're going! You have to go! After all, didn't you just spend the afternoon playing sucky-face with Four?"

My eyes go wide, and she grins triumphantly. "Ha. I knew it!"

"Chrissy, it's not like that-"

"Of course it is. He's totally going to ask you to homecoming!"

I give up on my attempt to convince her that I don't want him. "You think?"

"I know it! C'mon. Let's go." And without further ado, she drags me into Forever 21.

The next two hours are a flurry of trying on and discarding dresses. I finally find a pretty, unassuming grey dress I don't hate in the back of H&M. I glance around to make sure Christina isn't here to veto it. Luckily, she's checking out a short black slip towards the front, so I slip into the dressing room. I turn away from the mirror to get changed, and when I'm done, I take a deep breath and slowly spin around.

For once, I don't look like the depressed, angsty teenager I've been since I left St. Louis. Instead, I look, very simply, like Tris.

I am the girl Susan and Robert knew, the girl who loved to laugh and dance and talk. The girl Tobias must have caught glimpses of, and fell in love with. The girl who lived like there was no tomorrow.

Can I truly go back and be her again? Do I want to?

Yes. I do. I think I do.

But first, I have to write a letter.

I redress in my day clothes and head out to find my friend.

The song is called Monster by Lady GaGa, I'm posting it on my tumblr (divergemeagain dot tumblr dot com) for anyone who wants to listen. Thanks for reading!