I don't own Divergent, but these ideas are mine.

Hey, everyone. Here's an update. I actually am out sick from school today - stupid flu - and so I wrote this really long chapter. I'm nearly done with the update for A Divergent Dauntless, too. If my Spanish is wrong...well, I've only been taking Spanish for two years. I think this is pretty good. Reviews are always appreciated!

Here:

"It's prioramazingness ," I answer, and he types it in. A second later, I get an email with the link to the document in it. I open it and we begin working.

My next class is AP Spanish. Four walks me to it. We sit together in that class, too. And, of course, the teacher calls roll. She calls Four, and then, finally, calls my name.

"Oh! Tenemos una estudiante nueva! Se llama Beatriz Prior. Levanta tu mano, por favor," she calls out, smiling. (Oh! We have a new student! She is called Beatrice Prior. Raise your hand, please.) Our teacher, Sra. Pedrad, is short, stout, and grandmotherly. She has laughed a lot already, and I can tell this will be fun.

I raise my hand and speak, knowing she'll have me speak. "Yo soy Tris. Soy de Englewood y Lincoln Park, en Chicago, en Los Estados Unidos. Mi madre asistió a Chicago Prep, como yo." (I am Tris. I am from Englewood and Lincoln Park, in Chicago, in the United States. My mother attended Chicago Prep, like me.)

"Hablas tú español mucho? Hablan español sus padres?" my teacher asks, grinning at my short speech. (Do you speak Spanish much? Do your parents speak Spanish?)

"No sé si mi madre habla español, porque no sé mi madre. Mi padre aprendió español cuando tuvo treinta años, asi habla español. Hablo español con mi padre y algunos mis amigos." (I don't know if my mother speaks Spanish, because I don't know my mother. My father learned Spanish when he was thirty years old, so he speaks Spanish. I speak Spanish with my father and some of my friends).

Four is staring at me. I sit down, blushing, and he taps my shoulder. "Wow," he mutters. "I could hardly understand you."

"Did you?" I ask, hoping he didn't. He would feel pity for me then - and pity is the last thing I want.

"Some of it," he answers. "Just that you speak Spanish with your father. You were saying something about your mother, but I didn't catch it." Four's eyes hold a suspicious thoughtfulness, but he doesn't ask about my mother. I'm thankful.

I pull out my phone while our teacher is busy on her computer - we're supposed to be discussing our summers, but no one really is - and take Four's from him, putting 1234 in as the password. It works, like I knew it would. Boys are so dumb, I think. I text myself from Four's phone and then text him/me back from my phone before handing it back to him. "Creative password," I mutter.

He sticks his tongue out and texts me asking what my next class is.

Ugh, I have Linear Algebra. You? (me)

Ugh, even worse. I have Bio. I failed Bio sophomore year, so here I am….fulfilling my credit XP (Four)

After Bio, do you have lunch? (me)

Yeah. Then two frees. So I'll probably just go home after Bio. Hey, are you doing anything after Linear Algebra? (Four)

Well, I kind of promised Christina I'd sit with her at lunch. Will you stay? I kind of have gotten to know you better than Christina and her friends, and I'd kind of like to get to know them. That said, your familiarity is comforting. (me)

Thanks? (Four)

You're welcome? (me)

He looks up from his phone and smiles at me. Where's your Linear Algebra class?

Right next door to our AP writing room. Why? (me)

Do you need me to walk you? (Four)

Do you want to? (me). I think he's kind of trying to get closer to me…is it possible he likes me? No. I'm just a skinny, short nerd. Nothing interesting to speak of. Why would he like me over anyone else?

I'd love it if you'd let me. Besides, my Bio class is kind of near it. Just, you know, down like four floors. (Four)

So in the basement. (me)

Yup. But hey, the stairs that get me going where I need to are right by there, as is my locker. Please? (Four)

I'd love it. (me)

It's a super lame date, then. (Four)

I laugh. So if I let you walk me to class, will you sit with me during lunch?

Do I have a choice? (Four)

I laugh again, shake my head at him, and then put my phone away. Class is nearly over, anyway. Our teacher dismisses us a tiny bit early, and Four walks me towards three twenty two for Linear Algebra. He hesitates a bit before grabbing my arm and pulling me into a hug.

What was that? I think. But then I hug him back and he releases me and disappears into the cage stairwell, as he told me it's called. I shake my head and walk into my class. When I see the teacher, I shake my head again. Faster and faster. No. It's impossible. She left.

The teacher sees me and her eyes widen. Her dull blond hair and narrow face. Her petite body. "Beatrice?" she whispers, walking toward me. I continue to shake my head.

"It can't be," I say, taking a deep breath. "Your name isn't Natalie Prior. You didn't abandon Dad and I."

"It can't be," she echoes. "You look so different."

"Of course I do. It's been sixteen freaking years!" I yell at her. Just then, a senior dressed in blue walks in. He has dark hair and green eyes. He looks like….like Dad, except with green eyes. And I recognize him. "I know you." I point at him, and he looks up at me. "You're the boy in the picture on Dad's nightstand."

"And you're the girl in the picture on Mom's," he counters, walking toward me. "I'm Caleb Prior."

"Beatrice - Tris - Prior," I reply. "Are you - you're my brother. Dad always said you were a distant relative, but you look too much like him in person for there to be any coincidence."

"That's what Mom said." He folds me in his arms. At first, I'm surprised - what the heck? I don't know him - but then I hug him back.

I turn back to my mother. "You abandoned us."

"No, I took your brother. I abandoned your father and you." She sits on a desk, a hand to her forehead.

"Why did you take Caleb instead of me?" I ask angrily. "Was I already too awful at four months?"

She shakes her head. "When I told your father I was leaving him and taking you and Caleb, he said I couldn't have both kids. So we flipped a coin over who got who. I got Caleb, he got you. We both wanted both of you, but neither of us would let the other have both," she corrects quietly.

"You flipped a coin over the biggest change in our lives?" Caleb and I shout together. Then we turn and look at each other.

"What did she tell you about why she left?" I ask at the same time as he asks, "What did he tell you about why she left?"

"You first," I order.

"She said he was a douche and cared more about himself than others," he replies. "Is it true? Is my father that awful?"

I shake my head. "No. NO. Dad is amazing. I love him. He's the best parent I could have asked for. And he said she left because she didn't love him any more; because she'd found someone she liked better. It broke his heart. He hasn't dated since."

We both turn back to Natalie. "What's the truth?" we ask wearily.

"Your father's version," she whispers. "I'd cheated on him and then left him. It…"

"How could you?!" I yell. Caleb just stares at who he thought his mother was.

"How?" he echoes.

My mother suddenly stands up and wipes her eyes. "I'd better get class started. You two can - you two can skip out for this period. Here are two passes," she says, handing us hall passes. We leave, pushing through the huge crowd of students at the door, staring open-mouthed at us.

"If you don't shut your mouths, you're going to catch flies," I snap at them, leading Caleb out by the arm. They all stare at us leaving. "Where do you want to go?" I ask Caleb, letting go of him once we're in the cage stairs.

"Uh, there's this lab downstairs I'm authorized to use any time I want," Caleb replies, pushing black glasses up the bridge of his nose. I take a close look at his face. His dark brown hair flips over his ears and his green eyes are inquisitive. I can see he's Erudite through and through.

"Let's go," I mumble, and he leads me down the stairs.