Christina POV:

We walk into TJ Maxx and I look around. At the beauty. I see Tris looking at running shoes for Cross Country. I roll my eyes, and focus on myself. I want something subtle, yet bold. Something that says Will Johnson, will you go to homecoming with me?! And I will not take no for an answer., in a gentle and carefree way. Then I spot it. I run up to it, and snatch it before anyone else does. Then I walk up to Tris.

"You hoo! Come with me. I need to try on this dress. And we need to find one for you."

"I don't need a dress. It's a party at Zeke's house for crying out loud! He's the king of laziness."

"Well, then you need a new top. Or at least change your style. You do have a boyfriend now."

Tris groans and stands up, "Well, how about these shoes?" she pints down to her feet, smiling.

"Please! Spare me the gray," I respond.

"Fine. But I am getting these." She takes them off and puts back on her old shoes.

Tris POV:

"How about this one?" Christina holds up yet another revealing dress.

"No," I state blankly.

She puts the dress back onto the rack and throws up her arms, "Come on Tris! We've been here for an hour!"

"Yeah, and can't we just go home?"

"No, you do have a top picked out, but you still need a dress for Homecoming."

I groan and hold up a black dress that actually looks cool, "How bout this one?"

"Wow Tris. That actually looks good."

I get home an hour later, my eyes droopy. I set my begs down and my mom sees me and rushes over.

"Beatrice! What happened? Are you okay?"

I nod and mumble that I want a nap. My mom nods and walks off to heat up an eye pillow for me.

I walk up the stairs drowsily, and crack open my bedroom door, but Caleb stops me.

"Heard that your big shot boyfriend made varsity."

"Caleb, I'm really not in the mood."

He rushes over to me and says, "Beatrice are you okay? Boy you do look like you need a nap."

I nod and push the door open fully. This time he lets me.

I wake up the next morning, fully rejuvenated. I slip on my new tennis shoes and go for a run, sneaking out the door. I break into a sprint and think about joining the Cross Country team. My dad knows the coach, and tryouts aren't for another week so I have a pretty good shot at getting in.

I jog for about half a mile, listening to Flyleaf. Then my cell phone rings. I shut off Flyleaf.

"Hey, Christina."

"Hey! You up already? You? On a Saturday?"

"Gosh, it's 8 am. It's not that early."

"Fine," she huffs, then brightens her voice, "So how do you like your dress?"

"To be honest, I haven't even looked at it since we went shopping."

"Dang. You didn't even resist the urge to?"

I shrug, "Not really."

"Dang. You're good. Don't forget to come to my place at 7."

"Fine."

"Bye Tris!"

I hang up and continue running, then put Flyleaf back on, and turn the corner to Warren Park. Just as I am finishing my first lap, I bump into a familiar face.

"If it isn't Tris. Where's Four? What kind of boyfriend is he when his damsel is in distress?" says Peter. Drew, and more surprisingly, Al, are next to him.

"What are you talking about?" My face (mostly eyebrows)crinkles, as it does when I'm confused.

Peter pulls his fist back, "All I'm saying is that you better watch out."

I smirk, "Did Eric send you?"

"That's none of your business," he says with a sneer.

I mumble 'coward.' And that's when they charge. Al puts a burlap sack over my head, while someone else, Drew, I think, twists my leg in a funky position. I hold back tears as someone else pulls up my shirt and touches me. Then I scream. No one can stop me now. Unless, of course, they choke me.

Four POV:

I'm going for another morning jog, or more realistically, getting away from my father as possible run, when I hear a blood-piercing scream. So I decide to check it out. Nice move, Tobias...

Then I see a girl, with a body like Tris' fighting back at three boys. Three boys, that hang out with Eric. Three boys, that bully Tris. Except, one hangs out with her. Interesting. Then I realize that they don't just look like them, they are them.

Without thinking, I run up to Tris. God help her. I fight off the boys, them saying that it was an accident and a misunderstanding the whole time. To hell it was...I think as I wrap Tris' arm around mine and drag her home.