This chapter was so hard to write. Ugh. I am really sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I have important news. I've set up a poll on my profile page. By clicking on one of the choices, you could change the rest of the story. The poll is to decide which guy Tris should date. The choices are: Will, Logan, Four, and for Tris to be single. If you have any other preferences, please PM me about the character and I will put it on the poll. Thanks! (after Tris gets this boyfriend, I will end the story). Onwards with Chapter 39!

Will POV

Tris is getting her fingers manicured by Susan. A beautiful dark shade of blue. She glances up at me.

"Oh, hey," she says casually. "What's new?"

"Um …" I suddenly realize I have no freakin' idea what to say to her.

She smiles a bit. "Come to get your nails done?"

I roll my eyes. "As if."

She chuckles, and all of a sudden I feel OK again, and I know what to say.

"So, I was wondering if maybe you'd teach me how to ride Fleet," I tell her. "Like, definitely not as much as you know, but maybe the basics."

"I'd have to ask my great-aunt," she responds, blowing on her nails. "But sure."

"OK, great."

"See ya," she says, which is clearly a way of saying 'get out of here.' I go out.

Caleb's waiting expectantly. "So?" he says in a stage whisper. "What'd you say?"

"I want her to teach me how to ride Fleet. I can work with her more often then."

He shrugs. "As long as I can get my sister back."

I grin. "Looks like you will, Caleb."

I walk downstairs with him following me.

Tris POV

There's a knock on the door. I yell "come in!" and the door opens.

I was not expecting Will. My breath catches. Damn, he's so hot. His cut hair framing his face, his beautiful brown eyes looking at me, his jaw shaped and muscles bulging under his tight-fitting shirt.

I think of something to say, and go with the most casual. "Oh, hey. What's new?"

"Um …"

He's adorable right now, so I decide to crack a little joke. "Come to get your nails done?"

"As if," he scoffs playfully, and I force a chuckle. That wasn't very funny, but Will should be appeased in all ways.

"So, I was wondering if maybe you'd teach me how to ride Fleet," he tells me suddenly. "Like, definitely not as much as you know, but maybe the basics."

"I'd have to ask my great-aunt," I respond, slightly surprised he wants to learn how to ride. I blow on my nails delicately. "But sure."

"OK, great."

"See ya," I tell him. As hot as he looks right now, I am more important, and my nails come in close second.

He leaves and I turn to Susan.

"OMG. He likes you, Tris," Susan says, wide-eyed.

"No way," I tell her, desperately hoping I'm wrong.

"Did you see the way he stuttered after he saw you? That was gold, darling." She pauses for a second. "Do you like him?"

I shrug. "Little bit, maybe."

She grins. "It's fate, Tris! You know what they say, 'a perfect match makes a good heart, a good heart makes an excellent life, and an excellent life is the most fulfilling thing on the planet.'"

I roll my eyes. "No one says that, Susan."

"My mom does," she responds defensively.

"All right, all right, no need to snap at me," I say coolly. "Keep doing my nails."

Christina POV

"Why the hell is Will ignoring us?" Zeke snaps. I bet this is really hard for him.

"Something might have come up. He texted us when he arrived," Shauna reassures him, rubbing his back gently.

"Nothing since!"

"Should we text Caleb?" Marlene suggests. Once again, she's been crying. She really misses Tris and now Will.

I should be the one snapping at Shauna. I am wondering where Will went and why he hasn't been responding to any of our texts.

"I have an idea," Lynn announces, and we all look at her like she's crazy. She had an idea? Out of all the people here, it was Lynn?

It's probably a pathetic idea, so I just roll my eyes.

She rolls her eyes back at me. "What if we get in touch with Caleb or Cara and ask what the hell is going on with Will?"

I gape at her. "That … that's brilliant, Lynn. How did that happen? You're Lynn. Nothing is brilliant in your mind."

She scoffs. "Thanks, Christina."

"Alright, I want everybody to cool down," Four says in that deep, intimidating voice. "Take deep breaths."

No one does.

"You're not a freakin' psychologist, Four," Uri snaps, which is really unlike him.

"Clearly you people are not capable of calming yourselves down, so no, I do have to take on that role, Uriah."

"Just leave us alone, alright? This is all your fault!"

In a smooth, fluid motion, Four is standing and towering over Uriah in his seat. "My fault?" His voice is a deadly whisper. "My fault? How is this my fault, Uriah Pedrad? Your older brother was the one who dared me, and it was your responsibility to tell him to stop."

"My responsibility? Are you kidding me? Even if that was 'my responsibility,' since when does Zeke even listen to me?"

"True," Zeke says casually, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

Four glares at him. "Not helping."

He shrugs. "That's my job. To not help."

Four decides to ignore him and turns back to Uri. "Please don't insult my intelligence, Uriah."

"Then don't insult mine," he responds sharply.

"Really? Well, I shouldn't have a problem with that since there's no intelligence to begin with," Four tells him smartly, and Zeke yells, "Get wrecked!" which is his favorite sentence ever.

"Shut up, Zeke." I cross the room and smack him. He groans in pain.

"What'd you do that for?" he moans.

"Because you're annoying." I sit on the floor, put my head in my hands, and sigh.

What the hell is up with Will?

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