I sit in a blue chair facing Madame Jean, her eyes still fixed on me. Madame Jean was SCARY as hell...! Rumor has it that she originated from Erudite, and I believe them! Every time I go into her office, it was decked out in blue décor...! Blue walls, blue bookshelves, blue glass...blue everything...! Ashlyn sits next to me. I whisper, "Are you sure this is a good idea...?"

Ashlyn nods. "You look nervous."

"You DO realize you're skipping class because of me."

Ashlyn shrugs. "I'm helping you out."

Madame Jean clears her throat, making us shut up.

"Tobias Matthew Marshall...why are you here for this time...?"

She pinches the bridge of her nose and glares at me, her eyes slicing me up like knives.

"Madame, I was convicted of a crime that I didn't commit."

She was about to say something, her patience running thin, but I stop her.

"I know I've said it before in the past-"

"Yes. Ever since you've enrolled here..."

I sigh. "Listen, Madame. I didn't do it this time! Bobby framed me..! He tore apart Miss Betsy's chair this morning!"

"It seems like you and Bobby have it in for each other..."

"Madame, yes! His damn grandfather almost killed my mother long ago!"

"Your language is unacceptable in this office, Mister Marshall...!"

"Madame Jean, if I must," says Ashlyn, her hand in the air.

I slowly put her arm down, whispering in her ear, "This isn't kindergarten. Foolish Amity."

The heel of Ashlyn's right foot connects to my toes, making me groan a bit. I glare at her from the corner of my eye, and I notice her smirk. I thought Amity people were supposed to be peaceniks or pacifists...! I rub my foot while Ashlyn continues her conversation.

"Madame, Bobby has been a problem from the beginning of the school year. Always framing Tobias of wrongdoing."

"I know, Miss Martinez. Mister Hayes-Jackson would be apprehended at some point. Leave it to me. As for YOU, Mister Marshall..."

I gulp.

Here it comes.

"You have detention for two weeks for your inappropriate behavior this morning in class...while I WOULD punish you for your use of language...but I'm not."

I groan.

Madame looks at me. "You ARE Four's grandson."

I glare at her. "I don't need any reminders."

I get up and slam the door behind me. Ashlyn, her face deep red, goes out after me, apologizing to the mistress principal before closing the door lightly. Ashlyn catches up to me and says, "I can't BELIEVE you talked back to the Madame! Have you lost your MIND?!"

I stop in front of her, making her hit her nose.

I turn to her and stare her down, making her feel smaller than she was. ""You. Don't. Know. NOTHING about me! You think being the grandson of two famous Divergent rebels is a GIFT from God, well, it's NOT. Sure, I'm have some of his features. His personality. His style. But, still. I'm. Not. Four. Don't treat me like Four."

I went back to my class while she went back to hers, her body slump.

I turn to look at her go into her class and I couldn't help but to feel bad.

I didn't mean to yell at her.

I didn't want no comparisons to my grandfather.

And HOW did Madame Jean know him anyway? She's MUCH older than him, I imagine.

Does this have something to do with the war...?

I shake my head.

No more thinking.

That's for Erudites.

As I go into the classroom, Miss Betsy's seat was fixed, Opal's nose was taped up, and Bobby was nowhere to be found. I look around. Was he sent home early? Maybe he was hiding somewhere to scare me. Nope. He was talking to Miss Betsy. Probably about what happened. Miss Betsy comes to me and says, "I hope you two would learn from this and stop the MADNESS. I mean, honestly, Tobias, you're a bright kid! So smart and athletic! You two. Shake hands and make up. Now!"

We shook hands though Bobby had those fake pity eyes with a smirk on his face.

What are you planning this time, you bastard...?

As we went to our seats, I found a note inside of my desk. I open it to read it. By the chicken-scratch writing, it was Bobby's handwriting.

Watch your back, Amity.

Amity? I'm no Amity. I glare at Bobby, who got up to say, "Hey there...Ashlyn."

I glare at him and say, "Leave Ashlyn alone."

He chuckles and says, "I thought that the Dauntless don't get along with the Amity."

"We don't get along with the Erudite. Big difference."

"Oh? Because they used you to make something beautiful? Or TRIED? But, your stupid grandparents had to ruin everything."

I relax my fists. No way was I'm going to stoop down to Bobby's level.

The bell rings and Bobby, smirking at me, left with his dick buddies.

I walk out with Opal, apologizing to her for breaking her nose.

Opal nods and hugs me before going to her study hall.

I saw Ashlyn coming out of her French class and stops in front of me, turning around and storm off. I fast-walk to her but she was faster than ME. Wow. I'm slower than an Amity.

I grab her shoulder. Turning her body around.

"Ashlyn-"

I stop.

I look into her eyes, her hazel eyes, as tears came down upon her cheeks.

There was the Dauntless part in my brain, saying, "Pathetic Amity. Typical she cries, for the Amity are full of damn bunnies! Aly's gonna laugh...!"

Then there's the stupid Abnegation part in my brain, saying, "Apologize, Tobias. Give her a hug and tell her it's alright."

Sometimes I feel like that's Grandmother Tris talking to me.

As I try to give her a hug, she strangely backs away from me slowly. I give her a confused and hurt look.

"I thought Dauntless don't hug. And the Abnegation.", she whispers.

She's right.

Abnegation, or Stiffs as people call them, don't like physical contact, and the Dauntless shake hands.

I roll my eyes and wrap my arm around the small of her back, hugging her.

The weird thing is...I didn't care who was watching.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Ashlyn. I will try to control my anger. I will."

As I let go of her, she was still staring at me, before backing away slowly then running away, making me MORE confused. Aly and Drew came to me.

"What was THAT all about, Tobias?", asks Aly.

Instead of telling the truth, I shrug. "Forget about it."

I walk off to my next class, which was Gym, leaving Aly and Drew looking worried.