Disclaimer: Divergent isn't mine. I'm not that good at worldbuilding yet. But Veronica Roth is, which is why she owns Divergent.

A/N: There's... really not much to say. I've had an overwhelming week, and a really tough day. I hope your guys' has been better. Maybe this will make it a bit better? Who knows?

A quick note, before we jump into the chapter: This chapter isn't great, in my opinion, It's short - a little under 2000 words - and despite me repeatedly going back and revising it, it feels like a very weak final chapter. Fortunately, that's what editing is for. I'm not going to make you guys wait any longer for it, so enjoy!

"You're just here to mock me, aren't you?"

My brother laughs at me as I strain under the weight of the boxes I'm carrying. He carries his own boxes as though they're filled with feathers. "That's one reason."

"Jerk."

"That's my name, yes."

I resist the urge to put down these boxes and pull something out to throw at him. "Shut up."

"Your wish is my command."

I settle for a glare as I reach the bedroom door and kick it open with my foot. Stupid carts that don't even fit through my front door. Stupid apartment shopping. Stupid Tobias.

I set down the boxes on the provided mattress and sigh with relief, massaging my arms to relieve some of the ache that the weight of the boxes left behind. Tobias also sets down his load, looking unfazed.

I never realized how much stuff went into living on your own, at least not until today, when Tobias dragged me off of my new bed (which, despite being the standard provision in all apartments, is still more comfortable than Abnegation's beds) and into the Pit, insisting that I needed to get some essentials for my apartment.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of essentials. Dauntless outfits each apartment with basic furniture, including sofas, mattresses, dressers, dining room tables and chairs, desks and chairs, coffee tables, and side tables, as well as basic utilities, such as stoves, refrigerators, and dishwashers.

But that left me to get the little things - cleaning supplies, a bedding set to cover the bare mattress and pillows, a laundry basket, towels, a toothbrush holder, a bathmat, trash cans, rugs, a first aid kit, kitchenware (since I apparently won't always appreciate the din of the main dining hall), and more. While I can't dispute the necessity of most of these items, I can wish that they weren't all so heavy.

I'm not even sure where I'll keep most of this stuff; my apartment has a grand total of three and a half rooms. The first and largest is the open-plan living room/dining room/kitchen. Then, there's the bedroom, which is maybe half the size of the main room, but still larger than my bedroom in Abnegation. There's a small bathroom connecting to the bedroom, with a shower, toilet, and sink leaving only a little room to move around. And, on the other side of the bedroom, there's a small utility closet. A human can't fit in that thing - which is why I consider it half of a room - but the cleaning supplies and first aid kit will, albeit barely.

All in all, I like my apartment, even if it isn't very big. Especially since I have complete freedom to decorate it however I like. I doubt I'll decorate it - the minimalistic nature of the Abnegation is hard to get rid of. But at least that will be my choice.

I look up from my arms at the sound of rustling. Tobias is opening one of the boxes, pulling out the kitchenware and placing it on the mattress. I sigh at the sight, ignoring the dull protest of my arms as I move to open the box closest to me.

We still have a lot to do, after all.

An hour later, I survey our handiwork.

The apartment is still plain, but looks slightly more… lived in, with the addition of the essentials.

The red of the bedroom rug, crisscrossed with black geometric designs, is almost a perfect match to the deep red of the bedspread. The dark brown wooden dresser sits directly across from the bed. The cleaning supplies and first aid kit are safely tucked into the closed utility closet. The open bathroom door displays the sink, which now carries my new hand towels and toothbrush holder, as well as the trash can and laundry basket tucked under it.

Although I'm not facing the main room, I know what I'll see - closed kitchen cabinets, now filled with dishes and cooking supplies, the practically unchanged dining table, and the living room area, now sporting a black and gray geometric rug that accents the black fabric covering the couches and dark brown wood of the coffee and side tables.

Hearing my brother come up behind me, I smile. As much as I hated the shopping, I did enjoy putting everything in its place. Although that might be less because of the actual process and more because of the race my brother and I had to put the stuff away, him taking the main room, and me taking the bedroom, bathroom, and utility closet. He won, of course - he didn't have to unpack and spread out an entire bedspread.

He sets a hand on my shoulder, and tilt my head to the side, allowing it to lay on top of his hand. "Thank you. For helping me today."

"Hey, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to beat you in a friendly competition."

I lift my head and glare at him, smile gone.

He just laughs. "Okay, okay, you're welcome, Cam. But you really don't have to thank me. I had to do all of this alone, and it wasn't fun. I didn't want you to have to go through that."

I open my mouth to respond, but, of course, it's right at that moment that the doorbell rings.

Tobias' hand slips off of my shoulder. "I'll get that."

With little else to do, I turn around, following behind him as he walks to the front door and reaches for the handle.

The second the door opens, Chloe steps through the door, sharp eyes appraising my apartment's main room. "Wow, Cammi, this place looks great."

Kian's head appears behind her. Looking around, he nods his agreement, shooting me a smile.

Juniper and Julia are next, and they express similar sentiments about my apartment. I smile and thank all of them, ignoring the small, satisfied smile on Tobias' face.

Rowan is the last to enter, and just the sight of him makes my heart jump a little. His hair is a little mussed, and there's a few random spots of black and red in it - paint, probably, since there are a few of the same spots on his black shirt.

His eyes search the room for a second, before they land on me. His lips curl into a bright smile, and he steps toward me.

He's in front of me before I can react. I'm still processing how he got over here so fast when he kisses me.

Despite the lag in my mind, my lips react immediately. The kiss lights me on fire, but a good fire; one that I want to stay in forever. But my mind catches up with me all too soon, and the reality of where we are crashes into me with the force of a punch to the stomach.

I gently shove him away. "What was that?" I hiss, raising my eyebrow at him. My cheeks burn red, with an equal mix of embarrassment and whatever that kiss made me feel.

It's not that I don't want to kiss him. But we're in a room full of people, including my brother, and their gazes on us make my skin crawl. Maybe they're used to such a display, but I'm not. It wasn't too long ago that I saw such a thing as inappropriate, and I haven't completely grown out of that attitude just yet.

"What, I can't kiss you now?" He pouts, and the expression is so hilarious that my annoyance melts a little.

I smack him on the arm, not using too much force. "You know that's not what I mean, you dolt."

"Anywayyyyyssss," Juniper stretches the word out, drawing my attention to her. She wears a smirk on her face, as do Kian, Chloe, Tobias, and even Julia. I can feel the tips of my ears getting even warmer. "We were about to head down to the cafeteria to meet up with Ethan and Lavender and eat some Dauntless cake. Want to join us?"

"Sure." I respond quickly, eager to ignore the elephant in the room.

Everything moves quickly after that; everyone files out of the apartment, and I lock up with my keys. Then, we begin the trek down to the dining hall.

Rowan falls into step on my right side. With each step, our shoulders nearly brush. Tobias walks on my other side, a little further away.

Both Rowan and I are silent as we turn the first corner. Absently, I listen to my friends chatter about their jobs, which will begin tomorrow. As it turns out, Rowan and Juniper have been assigned to the same patrol group. I'm sure that will be interesting. And Julia and Kian will be going through their training together, although they're not sure whether they'll ultimately be working the same job.

Plus, Chloe will be leaving for basic training at Erudite tomorrow, which lasts for two and a half months. I make a mental note to talk to her before she leaves. I'm not sure what I'll say - how do you warn someone of potential danger without telling them why exactly they're possibly in danger? And, if I'm wrong, I'll sound like a psycho. But I have to say something.

I can feel Rowan's gaze on the side of my face, and resist the urge to look at him. I'm being childish, giving him the silent treatment, but, the truth is, I don't think I can look at him without the embarrassment of the moment coming back. Maybe someday, I'll be okay with that, but today was not that day.

Rowan breaks just after we turn the second corner. "Cammi?"

Finally, I turn my eyes to his face. Unlike the expression he was wearing in my apartment, his face is troubled. His forehead is creased as he looks at me.

Taking my response as the acknowledgement it is, he speaks again. "I… I made you uncomfortable, didn't I? In your apartment?"

I can tell that he already knows what I'm going to say, but I reply anyway. "Yeah."

He blows out a breath. "I'm sorry. I just- there was really no excuse. I didn't realize you weren't comfortable with that. I won't do it again, if you don't want me to."

Any remaining annoyance I had towards him disappears with his sincere apology. "You're forgiven." I offer him a small smile to reaffirm my statement, which he returns. "And it has nothing to do with you. I was Abnegation just three weeks ago. I can't unlearn everything I know and believe in that quickly, no matter where I am now."

He nods. "I get it. No kissing in front of people, from now on." His smile turns mischievous. "It's probably better that way, anyways." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, driving the point home.

I shove my shoulder against his, hard.

But, despite my valiant attempts at acting exasperated with him, I can't hold back my laughter. As Rowan recovers from his sideways stumble, he joins in.

Rowan isn't perfect. Tobias isn't perfect. My friends aren't perfect. Dauntless isn't perfect - far from it, in fact. And that's a fact that I've seen with my own eyes, over and over and over again, in my time here.

But, right now, there's no place in the entire world where I'd rather be.

A/N: And that's the final chapter! Just the epilogue left, which, I promise, will definitely not be what you expect! :)

To be honest, the only thing I really liked about this chapter was the topic of consent that was brought into the spotlight. Remember, it doesn't matter who you are to a person, make sure they've consented to whatever you want to do. :)

Now, let's discuss the future of this storyline. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but it's currently set to be a tetralogy. The current title for the next book is Once An Eaton, Always An Eaton, but I'm not in love with the title, so that might change. It will run parallel to Divergent, so we'll finally get to see some Tris and Cammi interaction!

I hope to put up the first chapter sometime in the first week of April, possibly even earlier, depending on how the writing goes. As I'm writing the sequel, I'll also be putting this book through editing. It won't be anything major - the storyline won't change at all - but I'll be fixing grammatical errors, clarifying certain parts, mending any plot holes I might have accidentally created, and perhaps slipping in a scene or two here and there to further my character development, something I've noticed I struggle with.

And that's about it for news! I hope that all of you want to stick with Cammi on her journey through the next initiation, war, and beyond. :)

Tu son muy increible, mi estrellas! Buenas noches!