Four POV:

Once I get back home, I actually do work on writing music for our band. Then Marcus calls my name and I comb my hair and put on a sweater and a better pair of jeans. Marcus tosses me the keys and I drive us to the Prior's house. The whole way there, Marcus is criticizing me on how my driving skills still need work. I roll my eyes and pull up, excelling in parallel parking. We get out and I hand Marcus the keys. He snatches them out of my hands and thanks me.

Caleb greets us once we get to the door. He gives me the evil eye and asks Marcus how his campaign is going. I go past them and walk up to Tris. Her leg is popped up on a chair and a pair of crutches stand off to the side. I smirk.

She hits my arm, "Shut up. Fine. Yes, you were right and blah blah blah."

"Yes. Yes I was."

"Gee, aren't you a little show off?"

I smile, "Yup. It's in the boyfriend description."

"Boyfriend? Who's boyfriend?" A voice behind me says.

I turn around, "Oh, hello, Mr. Prior. How are you?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Great, thank you for asking. Now, why are you talking to Beatrice and mentioning boyfriend?"

Tris butts in, "Dad, we're dating, okay? Don't you have someone else to talk to?"

Mr. Prior looks me up and down then promptly turns around and walks into the kitchen, presumably to help Mrs. Prior with hors d'oeuvres.

I turn back to Tris and smile. She smiles back guiltily. I sit down next to her and place my hand in hers.

"So...now what?"

She smiles, "Um, okay. What's your favorite, hm, how about flower?"

I nod confused, "Okay. Well I don't know. Daisy?"

Tris smirks, "Well mine's a sunflower."

I nod, "Okay. Well, do you want anything to eat?"

Tris shrugs. I get up and get a small mountain of mini meatballs for us. When I return to Tris, there is a sight that I don't expect to see. I turn around and pick up a fork from the kitchen. Then I return, thinking Why would he do that?

Tris POV:

Four leaves, to get some food I guess. So I sit there thinking about the party last night. Some people, who I didn't know, but I guess Zeke knew were there. Like, I didn't know who Edward is. Now, as I am thinking about him, the strangest thing happens.

Edward walks up to me. I think he is talking about our parents both being on the city council or something. I have no idea. I am not paying attention. But out of the corner of my eye I see Four walk up and then turn around. Then he comes back with a fork. He uses the back of it to shove Edward out of the way, and then sits down next to me.

Edward rolls his eyes and get up, "Nice to meet you too, Four," he tells Four, before sticking his hand out. Four shakes it and they look at each other for a second before Edward walks off.

Four looks at me for a minute, then blinks and scoffs down about 6 meatballs.

"I'm pretty sure you set a world record for how many of those you can eat in a minute," I tell him, before picking up one and eating it slowly.

Four smirks, "I'm glad you took one."

"Why?" I feel my eyebrows crinkle in confusion.

"Because I can taste the garlic in these and so it would be really awkward when we make out later if only one of us has bad breath."

I nod. This is both disturbing and breathtakingly romantic. So I kiss his cheek. Four sets his plate down and we kiss in the corner of my living room for a few minutes.

When we finally break apart, Four asks about Homecoming. He sees my confused look, so explains.

"You know. It's in two weeks, so I was wondering what you wanted to do for it. Like go out to dinner or get an outfit or something."

I nod, unsure of what to say. I mean, I've never been to a dance except that one in 8th grade where I wore my lucky jeans and danced with Robert. We kissed for half of a minute and a parent broke it up.

Four speaks for me, "There's a really nice steak house in the middle of town."

I nod, and he keeps talking, but I stop listening.

A few hours later, Four and I kiss goodbye and a few people look at us. Four rolls his eyes and grabs his and his dad's coat and walk out.

"Beatrice? Can I speak with you privately?"

"Huh? Oh, sure dad," I say, unsure of this. So I get up on my crutches and follow him to the foyer.

"Beatrice, if I may ask, what went on with you and Tobias?"

"Um, nothing."

"It sure didn't look like nothing."

"Dad! I said, he's my boyfriend."

"I don't like the sound of that. Besides which, your math teacher emailed me."

"Who? Mr. Adams?"

"Yes, I think it was. Beatrice, if you do not pass the next chapter quiz, he might fail you. I am going to have you tutored."

"Dad! We're only a few weeks into the school year! How is this possible?"

'I have no idea. But I trust your teachers to have this information right."

I huff, "I can work on it on my own."

He shakes his head, "Beatrice, unless you get a tutor, stop going out with that boy. I might even have to take your phone. Whatever it takes you to pass that class."

"Is that all you care about now? My grades?"

"It goes on your permanent record. I want you to lead the best possible life."

"I don't need grades! I'll just work in a tattoo shop or be the lead singer in a band or something!"

"No, you will not. My daughter will not have that kind of life! Beatrice, give my your phone and go up to your room."

I scoff, and read the front, before handing it over. 'One new text from Al,' it says, 'Tris, sorry about last night, will u 4give me? see u-"

Before I get to the end of it, my dad clears his throat. I reluctantly hand over the phone and slowly go up the stairs to my room.