I know, I'm terrible for not updating sooner. I'm busy and all. The catching fire video is up on my youtube, but it's not as good as I wanted it to be. Something's wrong with the screen size. I'm postponing the Divergent video until I get my hands on a copy of the DVD, so that'll be a while. Sorry!

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Chapter 39

Gentle light streams through the window, awakening me. The watercolor sunrise, oranges bleeding into pinks and yellows, greets my eyes. But wait. The initiates' dorm doesn't have a window. I jolt upward, my elbow striking something, something that yawns and blinks. Tobias. I came home with him last night. He regards me thoughtfully, reaching to stroke my lower back before wrenching himself up to a position that resembles sitting.

"Do you remember last night?" Tobias asks in a rough-with-sleep voice.

"I think so? You were worried about me sleeping in the same room as Peter, so I slept here," I reply. I hope to God that's all that happened.

"Yup. But for the record, you invited me into bed with you, I didn't just make assumptions."

"I know. Thank you, by the way. What time is it?"

"It's about 7 am now, so we can go back to sleep for a while. I've got an alarm set." Tobias flops back down with another yawn. I lower myself back to my previous position, careful not to get too close to him. I can't believe I slept in the same bed as a guy. My mother would kill me.

Tobias scoots closer to me. His chest is touching my back, just like last night. Unlike last night, he slides an arm under my head. Then he wraps his other arm around my waist and pulls me closer. Tobias is warm and solid, something to hold onto in the crazy world of the Dauntless. I melt into him, reveling in the fact that of all the girls he could have chosen, he wants me. He kisses the back of my head and I fall back into the arms of sleep.

I wake to someone shaking my shoulder. Tobias sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with wet hair.

"Time to get up, Tris. Shower's open if you want it," he says. I groan, but sit up and head to the small bathroom in his apartment. It's only after showering and covering myself in a towel that I realize my clothes are still in the initiates' dorm.

I open the door a tiny bit and say, "Umm Tobias. I might need to borrow some clothes from you again."

He responds by handing me a small pile of clothing I recognize as mine. I look at him questioningly.

"Christina," he says as an explanation. What would I do without her? After dressing and throwing my hair up into a ponytail, I'm ready to go face the day. Tobias leads the way down to breakfast, not bothering to hide the fact that we're arriving together. I guess we're official. The mere thought buoy my heart with excitement. I choose a chocolate muffin and chocolate milk for breakfast. I went my entire childhood without chocolate, so I get it as often as I can now.

Christina skips toward me, grabs my arm without a word, and drags me to a table the whole crew from last night is sitting at. I sit across from a miserable Will, who's picking at his toast. Christina sees my confusion and whispers something about a hangover. I want to laugh, but I feel bad for Will. Apparently I didn't drink enough to have a hangover, which I'm happy about.

Between a mouthful of pancakes, Uriah says, "What position are you all gonna pick?"

"I want to be a tattoo artist!" Christina says.

"Control room operator," Will mumbles.

"Nurse! Blood doesn't weird me out, so I think I'll be good at it," Marlene says.

"I don't know. I'll just see what's available," Lynn says.

"I want to be an ambassador. And train initiates," I say.

"It'd be so cool to be a leader. I could make a difference and be a role model!" Uriah says, a dreamy look in his eyes. Zeke laughs at his brother and shoves him, almost knocking the oh-so-wise future leader off his chair.

"Attention new members!" Max stands at the edge of the railing, yelling down to us. "It is time to pick your future role in Dauntless. Follow me!"

All six new members at our table rise in unison and start walking. Tobias and Lauren lead the way up the stairs, to the room where we'll choose our futures.