Thank you so much for all the reviews. I'm now officially trying to update daily with around 1,000 words in each chapter. If something happens and I can't do that, I'll try to make sure to let you folks know.

A lot of you said you didn't want WillTris, and remember, I take your reviews into account probably more than I take my opinions. So, I'm going to be putting up a poll on my profile. You'll be able to choose from four options: WillTris, LoganTris, FourTris, or single Tris. Any other opinions as to who Tris should date, please PM me and I will post it as another option in the poll. Please remember to go check that out on my profile so you can put your preference in as to who will be the lucky guy. Or if you don't want Tris to date anyone. That works too.

Sorry for my long AN/rant, I just wanted to get that out. Anyway, onwards with Chapter 38!

Will POV

I don't know what to say when I see her again. Dammit. Does she even think I'm a nice guy? I mean, I broke up with Christina after two years of a loving relationship in a minute without a second thought. Does that make me a monster to her?

I run my fingers through my newly-cut hair for the thousandth time, pacing the yard outside her great-aunt's house.

Tris is a brat, a real brat. But she's fiery and beautiful, and she's amazing to those whom she likes. I can see why she appealed to Four.

But now it's my turn.

I get a few texts from the gang asking how Tris is doing. I reply with a simple "she's fine and we're settling in" because I don't want to include too much detail and make Four – or anyone else for that matter – feel bad.

Suddenly the front door opens, and my heart almost stops. If it's Tris … if it's her, I don't know what the hell I'll say.

But it's not – it's Caleb. He grins at me and jogs down the steps.

"So. Apartment with a TV and three bedrooms. Why aren't you psyched, man?"

I shrug. I've never really connected that much with Caleb – gasp.

"Something got you down?" he asks casually, in boy-talk. Uri used to talk that way to me.

"No, nothin' much," I respond, meeting his eyes. Only the fact that I have a major crush on your sister and I have no idea to approach her, I think. Imagine if I said that to him! I chuckle a little, imagining his expression.

Suddenly his eyes light up. "I've got a hella good idea, Will."

Ten minutes later, Caleb is practically tossing me onto the back of his motorcycle. I'm protesting as hard as I can, but he's just laughing and making fun. I catch the name of the model as I'm thrown onto the bike. Ducati Monster. Yikes.

"Caleb, please. I really don't want to do this!" I plead.

He chuckles. "Believe me, Will, this is gonna be good. You're gonna be begging for another ride by the time we're done here."

"I truly doubt that," I groan.

"All right," he tells me, totally ignoring me. "Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight."

I hesitate. That's pretty weird. Do I have to put my arms around him?

He rolls his eyes. "You a coward?"

That galls me enough, and as soon as he's mounted, I squeeze him as hard as I can around his middle. He laughs a bit.

"Oh boy, we really need to work on your strength," he says as I grunt with the effort. "When you're done failing, lemme know so I can get this bad boy moving."

I roll my eyes back at him. "Fine. Let's go."

He revvs the engine, and we rocket off onto the road. I yell with a mix of exhilaration and terror. My now-short hair ruffles in the hard, strong wind.

Caleb is focused on driving it. I marvel at his concentration. I haven't known Caleb for a very long time, but I can easily tell that this is what he was made to do.

He tilts the Ducati Monster to one side, then another. Each time, I feel like we're going to crash into the solid asphalt, but each time he pulls out of the swerve with ease.

Almost like Tris on that horse, I think to myself, and immediately regret it, because now my mind is on Tris. I think of how much fat she's lost over the past month or so (yes, I did a few time skips throughout the last couple chapters without telling you – ooh, I'm such a bad person ;) ) and I now can pretty much tell that it's from riding. I think of her fashionable clothes – those skinny black pants looked really good on her, and the blue crop top showed just enough skin to get any boy interested. I thought about how fiery she was, and how I would love to tame her, to work with her each day for her to become a better person. I actually want to live at her great-aunt's, so she can be the first thing I see in the morning and the last I see at night. I want her to dress up fancy for me and only me. I want her to smile that beautiful smile and for me to be able to smile back at her, equally happy that we are with each other.

Wow. I'm in deep.

I'm so lost in thought that I don't realize that we've actually turned around and we're now back at the house. Caleb's grinning as he gets off the motorcycle, apparently unaware I had totally drifted off.

"So? Was I right? Did you love it or what?"

I shrug, surprised. "It was actually pretty cool. Thanks."

"Anytime, man," he tells me. "By the way, I hope it's OK that I'm dating your sister. I really don't want it to be weird or anything."

"Well, there's nothing not weird about Cara's and your relationship, considering she's my sister, of course, but honestly? If you make Cara happy, then I'm good with that."

He grins even wider. "Glad we've cleared that up then. I really didn't want things to be awkward once we're all under the same roof."

I nod understandingly. "Gotcha."

Suddenly he leans forward and whispers in my ear conspiratorially, "There's this new guy here. I think his name is Logan. He's … how do I put this … hot. He also doesn't look like good news. If you wouldn't mind, would you do me a huge favor and just keep him away from Tris? I don't want her falling for him."

"I've gotcha covered, Caleb. No need to worry," I assure him, not sure what to think about this apparently hot kid moving in on my girl.

Wait. My girl? Damn, I'm going too fast. For the first time, slivers of doubt begin to creep into my mind.

What if she doesn't want to be with me? What if I'm not good enough for her? What if she'd rather have Logan than me?

Shut up, Will, I tell myself.

Caleb seems satisfied, and he starts to head back in. Then he turns to me. "Hey, come on in. I think Tris is done with Fleet, maybe you two can chat."

How the hell did he know? I'm shocked for a second, then realize that he wants me to try and make Tris become a better person.

Well, that's a close second.

I start to get – what do girls call it? – oh! Butterflies. I start to get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing Tris. I feel a flicker of worry. If this works out, if Tris actually likes me and … and we possibly begin a relationship, I can only imagine what Christina and the rest of the gang back in Chicago will think.

Damn you, Will. You're getting too ahead of yourself, I snap in my mind.

I realize I've been standing there for quite some time. Quickly recovering, I mumble an apology and rush past a stunned Caleb.

I race up the stairs and knock on Tris's door. (no one's really told him that she shares a room with her whole family, and now Susan and Robert for a couple nights … so yeah *evil wink*)

Tris's beautiful voice floats through the door almost effortlessly. "Come in."

I close my hand over the door handle, realizing that my palms are sweaty and I'm shaking slightly. I wipe my hands on my jeans and take a couple deep breaths. Once I feel that I'm calm enough, I open the door and walk in.

Yikes. So, currently Will has a massive crush on Tris, but of course, that could always change.

What do you folks think will happen? Make sure to leave a review with predictions, praise, a random comment, or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

Be brave.