Collection of belongings from the counter though sounded something casual and easy, but when there were around thirty people all in different shapes and sizes waiting for their package to be arranged and presented to them, the process could be tedious.

Standing in line, it was Mason who distracted me from my thoughts.

"Hey Rose! Remember me!"

He said waving at me from the other end if the corridor.

"How can I forget some duck as fiery as you?"

I quipped, smiling.He had followed Ivan and had been away for not more than few hours.

He approached me, and I noticed that he had someone in tow. It was another of the Dauntless-born initiates, I guessed from his attire.

"Here, meet my best friend Edison Castille."

He said jesturing towards the boy, who had a stocky build and sandy blonde hair, with an expression on his face that said he should not be messed with!

"Rose."

I said introducing myself.

"Eddie."

He replied sincerely.

As time passed, I realised that Eddie, despite his appearance was outgoing and very sociable. It was clear how these two were friends as good as they were.

"Rose do you know that you are the first abnegation transfer in six years?"

Asked Eddie, sparking my curiosity.

It was far more than I had expected, who had been the last, the one just before me, I wondered but, before I could voice my question, someone shoved past me.

" Watch where you walk man! "

Said Eddie, speaking for me,before I could.

Listening to Eddie the boy turned back with a probable retort, but stopped short seeing something, he was the lanky pale candor who had spoken out to Stan.

Turning around, I noticed, it was a tall, slim woman, almost glaring at him from a distance , she had dark black hair made into a ponytail, she had something on her face, but even from afar, one could tell that she was beautiful ,it was as if her presence demanded attention.

"Looks like you are in trouble little brother, let me help."

Said a girl, stepping up from the side of the boy, she was a candor transfer as well.

"I am Christine and this is my brother Christian Ozera, I saw what happened here and I can assure you that it wasn't intentional, I hope that we can let it be and avoid further conflict."

She spoke confidently, there was something in her voice that instantly made me like her, the surity, the attitude, she might be fun to be around.

I was the first among our trio to speak.

" I am Rose, that's Mason and here is Eddie. "

I introduced, gesturing towards the respective person.

Christian didn't stay long, but Christine tagged along with us, I discovered a lot about the compound from her, according to her, her aunt was an Erudite from birth but then chose Dauntless, they idolized her and thus followed on her footsteps.

"Her name is Natasha, but she likes to be called Tasha, she was the one you saw earlier, Christians behaviour has been troubling her a bit."

Christine mentioned.

"She is quite well known for her ideas and skills here."

She added.

I kept on listening and taking in my surroundings , learning all that I could one, at a time.

Receiving the belongings Mason and Eddie went their way, and we headed to our dorms.It was only the evening , but I was tired.

For the time being the transferred novices and the dauntless initiates were bunked separately and according to me it was a momentary advantage that would be disadvantagious in the long run.

The action today was far more than what I was used to, and that is what I had chosen it to be.

On returning to the dorm, fishing out a t-shirt and pant from the provided pair of clothes , I realized that, while I had maintained my privacy in abnegation provided the fact that I had my own room, here we had no such privilege yet, and the initiates were expected to use the communal toilets.

A tap on my shoulder caused me to jump out of my skin.

"I see that you are already liking somethings around here, aren't you Rose?"

Asked Christine jokingly, wriggling her eyebrows, with her eyes darting to something behind me, as I turned to face her.

"What do you mean?"

I asked confused.

"He's Jessie I heard, not a bad choice."

She whispered, leaning in.

Understanding the implication of her words I became flustered, turning around to look at the mentioned boy, I saw him wink at me with a smirk on his face, as he pulled a shirt over his naked torso.

He had probably assumed the same thing Christine had.

Boy, they were so wrong.

All the time, while I had been pondering on the accomodations for the initiates, staring into the oblivion,I had been facing the boy,... Jessie who had been changing from his Erudite attire.

"No, I don't... I didn't... I was thinking about the accomodations here..."

I tried to explain as Christine burst out laughing, effectively confusing me even more in the process.

"What??... accomodations... Already??"

She spoke between laughs.

"No! Its not that. Not what you are thinking"

I stated failing at my try to sound firm.

It only made her laugh harder, and she returned to her bed, grinning and winking. She had already changed, unlike me, a state of her own or others undress, didn't fluster or embarrass her.

Hours passed as I waited for others to sleep, but to no avail, soon my patience ran out, and I made my way out of the dorm at night, looking for a secluded spot where I could comfortably change.

I had considered sleeping in my abnegation clothes,that smelled of detergents and lemons, but they were dusty, sweaty and reminded me of all I wanted to leave behind, so a change of clothes was in order.

It was then, on turning into a narrow dimly lit corridor that I saw him again, Belikov.

Something fluttered in me at his sight, but, not later all was crushed, when I noticed that he wasn't standing against the wall , rather he was probably holding someone between the wall and him, and soon the realization dawned upon me, he was not holding, he was kissing someone and she was none other than Tasha Ozera.