Tobias POV:

I grin at one of Zeke's dumb jokes. He was just trying to impress the cheerleaders that were coming out of tryouts. And we were too. Coach Amar had his eye on me, so I'm feeling pretty good. Unfortunately, someone else did too. Eric, I think that's his name, was also trying to impress the cheerleaders, but ended up getting kicked out of football tryouts. He glared at me and blamed me, saying that I was causing a distraction by also trying out for quarterback.

"Bye Four!"

"Bye Zeke!"

I walk over to my Harley, but see Tris' brother Caleb, come right up to me.

"Four, is it?"

"Yes Caleb?"

"Beatrice couldn't think straight last night, on her homework and everything else. I have a feeling that you might know why."

"Oh do you now?"

"Yes I do. Now, will you please explain why?"

"Why wasn't she at school today?"

"She got sick. But stop avoiding the question, Four!"

I grin at him, "What question?"

'Goddammit Four! Why was Beatrice distracted last night?!"

"I don't know if this will help, or even if you should know this, but or your information, Tris and I are now a couple," I tell him stately, then get onto my motorcycle.

Caleb stands there, not moving. I start up the motorcycle. Then he blinks rapidly. As I'm driving away, I hear him yelling, "Wait a minute! You get back here! You are too old for Beatrice!" I roll my eyes and turn the corner to get home.

As soon as I get home, I try to sneak past my dad. Luckily I get up to my room, hearing him mutter about how I should be home by now. I smirk and pull out my phone to text Tris.

Hey Tris, how are you? You weren't at school today.

It takes about 5 minutes for her to respond, but when she does, I literally jump off the bed, hearing the 'ding' from my phone.

Fine. I just got a cough and headache. How was your tryout?

I respond immediately, Great, though this one guy, Eric, got kicked out and blamed it on me.

Eric? Eric Williams?

Yeah. Why?

I know that kid. He's so freakin annoying!

I know right? Will you be back at school tomorrow?

Hopefully. Why?

A bunch of annoying cheerleaders were hitting on me again, I type, grumbling.

Well that's a surprise, I smirk at her sarcastic side that I have never seen before.

Wait, how'd you get my number? she texts.

Zeke gave it to me.

Right. That's something he would do. I smile.

Then Marcus pounds on the door. "Tobias? Are you home yet? Or is this my imagination?"

I duck in to the closet and pull my phone and backpack with me. I close the closet, breathing shakily.

Marcus opens the door and shuts the window. "Why'd he leave that open? I've taught him better!" he growls.

I suck in a breath and wipe sweat from my forehead. Marcus leaves, slamming the door. The last I hear of him is him mumbling to himself about me having tryouts and that I'd better get on varsity.

Once I see that the coast is clear, I dive onto my bed and start reading The Great Gatsby for English class and soon fall asleep.

Two hours later, I wake myself up after the 'ding' of a text.

Yo bro, Uriah and my parents are out of town this weekend. Saturday night party at my house at 9. Be there at 7 to set up.

I roll my eyes at Zeke's bad grammar. And respond, Cool bro.

Then I realize something. If it's at Uriah and Zeke's house, Tris is invited. This summer, Zeke said that they went to grade school together and have been friends for a while. He never mentioned Caleb, but when I've been to the Prior's house for dinner parties, Caleb would converse with the adults and seem intelligent, while Tris would read a sports magazine or draw. This means that I have to go to the party, even if I don't usually socialize. For Tris. And that thought makes me smile.

Tris POV:

I wake up in the afternoon some time, groggy from a nap. I look to the clock and see it saying 4:32. That means that Caleb is home. But more importantly, on my bedside table is a Tylenol pill and a glass of water. I swallow the pill, hoping that my migraine will go away. Then I look on my phone for new messages. 1 new text message from Zeke F., it reads. So I click on it.

It says, Yo Tris. Uriah and my parents are out of town this weekend. Saturday night party at the house at 9. P.S. Four told me about your little get-together. If you two get any ideas, feel free to use Uriah's room upstairs.

I roll my eyes at that last part. Then a text message from Christina pops up. omg did u hear about Zeke's party on Saturday? r u going? u have 2. 4's invited so I will dress u up? but u have to tell me how u got him to like you, it says. I smirk and try to fall back asleep.

I wake up to Caleb lightly knocking on the door. "Beatrice?" he pauses, "Time to eat. Come on out," he says, light enough for me to hear, but not to wake me if I'm asleep. Probably Mom's orders.

"Not hungry!" I shout back.

"Come on. You missed Health Class today," Does it look like I give a crap? He continues, "Have you eaten anything today?"

"No."

"You need to eat."

I shrug and get out of bed, still in my pajamas.

Caleb talks to me on the way downstairs.

"I brought your homework home," he tells me.

"Thanks," I respond sarcastically.

Halfway down the stairs, he stops me, then pulls me back so mom and dad can't hear. But still, we whisper.

"Four told me that you and him are dating."

I shrug, "So? Does it really bother you that much?"

He takes a deep breath. I prepare for the work, forming my hand into a fist and pulling it back. Finally, he talks, "I'm just trying to look out for you, Beatrice." And with that, he walks downstairs.

"Just don't tell Father." I say to his back.

Caleb nods after a while, then continues, "Beatrice, we must think of our family. But we must also think of ourselves."

I nod slowly, not expecting that from goody-two-shoes Caleb. Then I follow him downstairs.

As soon as we walk into the dining room, our mom walks in, carrying a dish of steaming peas. "Oh, hello, Beatrice. Feeling any better?"

I nod, and sit down. Mom says hello to Caleb, excuses herself, and walks back into the kitchen to get chicken.

Then dad walks in the room, "Oh, good. You're up. How are you feeling Beatrice?"

I groan, not used to the attention. Then I look at Caleb, and his eyes tell me that it's okay to lie. For now.

I breathe in shakily, "Well, I didn't do so good on an English test that was given yesterday to see how much I already knew. Caleb gave me it along with my homework."

Father nods then sets the peas down on the table, smiling at us. "Well, that's okay. Caleb can tutor you. Natalie, are you coming?"

My mom walks into the room and nods. Then she sits down and holds her hands above the table, signaling us for prayer. Soon we dig in.