I don't own Divergent.

Hello, world. Here's an update. Sorry if this is a bit short, but I originally had a really long chapter and I wanted to split it up. This is one of probably three chunks. We'll be meeting Marcus soon...*cackles evilly*

Enjoy!

"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.

When we get downstairs, Caleb leads me through an alley to a different part of the building. We pass Four's Bio class and he sees me. He immediately raises his hand and says something to the teacher, which gets him out of class. He grabs his bag and catches up to me.

"Who is this?" he asks, voice cold. "Already found a boyfriend, have we, Tris?"

"No, Four!" I hiss. "That's my brother, Caleb. Caleb Prior, Four Eaton."

Four's face reddens a tiny bit. "Sorry, Tris," he whispers. "And sorry, Caleb. Hey, I recognize you. You're the daughter of Natalie - oh," he realizes.

"Caleb and I kind of just found out the other existed," I say quietly, staring at my feet. "At the same time I met my mother for the first time."

Four touches my chin. "Hey. I have to go back to class - I'm supposed to be 'using the lavatory' - but meet me in the cafeteria after this period, okay?" I nod and he is gone.

Caleb and I sit in silence for a few minutes in the empty room. "So. Erudite," I comment.

"Yeah."

"What did Mom say? Dad always said she hated Erudite," I add.

Caleb shrugs. "She wanted me to choose Abnegation. But….I couldn't do that. Conform completely to a high school life of helping only others…." He shudders. "Not the life for me. But hey, I guess she liked it. She was Abnegation until ninth grade, when she transferred."

"Not enough to stay," I point out.

"Yeah. I guess. So how do you like Chicago Prep?" This, whatever it is, is still awkward between us. We both are still, well, shell-shocked.

"I….it's different. Dad and I have never had much money. I lived in Englewood until, in seventh grade, someone catcalled me one too many times. Dad was with me and we beat the living shit out of him. Then we moved to Lincoln Park. We've been struggling, but managing. When I got accepted here, he was ecstatic because it meant the chance to become someone great. I was ecstatic for the academics. They were so easy," I answer.

"That's great." Caleb looks away, and then back at me, a hint of a smile on his face. "You know, I'm here on scholarship, too. Mom's teaching job doesn't pay for everything."

"Caleb….do you maybe want to come to dinner with Four and I tonight? And Dad?" I invite nervously.

He grins. "Should I invite Mom?"

"I don't think I can handle that yet," I respond slowly, furrowing my brow. "But I'd love for you to be there. Hey, Caleb, you're a senior, right?"

"Yeah. " Caleb frowns. I smile back.

"When's your birthday?"

"March second. Yours?"

"January second," I whisper. I look at my phone and see that sixth period is over; I can go to meet Four now. "I have to go, Caleb. Can you put your number into my phone?" Caleb takes my unlocked phone and enters something. I see a new text open saying "Hi Caleb this is Tris" on it. Then Caleb walks me to the cafeteria and bides me farewell. I mock-salute him, and then get some food - brown stuff with brown sauce and green thingies and white mushy stuff and a fantabulous looking piece of cake - and sit next to Four. He doesn't attempt to comfort me, but he gently touches my back when I sit down.

"Hey, Christina," I say quietly, touching her shoulder.

"Tris!" she squeals. "Who was that hunk of man you were walked in by?"

I laugh, and then correct her. "A, he is an Erudite, and b, he's my brother."

Christina reddens and the group begins to taunt her.

"Ooh," Will says. "Looks like Chrissy's got a new crush on the Erudite. Last year it was Four, now she's moved to the Erudite."

"Shut up, Will," she says, punching him. "I like you, idiot."

He smirks, and Marlene speaks up. "Aww, Chrissy, already going after the brothers? Does that mean you're going to go for Uriah or Zeke first?"

Zeke adds his two cents, "Aww, hell, no. We're much too attractive for that. She'd go more for -" he scans the cafeteria and points to two very ugly Erudites who are obviously related. They're both rather overweight, have awful complexions, tiny eyes, huge chins and greasy hair - "The Mussler brothers."

Christina mimes gagging.

"Wow, Chris, that's a new low for you, even after Will," Uriah taunts.

Four doesn't chime in, just smirks his judgement silently.

"See what you've done, Tris!" Chrissy-Poo laments. I smirk.

"Whatever you say, Chrissy-Poo," I reply. "I'm just disgusted that you'd be attracted to my brother."

Everyone howls with laughter, and even Four chuckles a tiny bit. He touches my shoulder. I've finished my food.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks softly.

"Yeah."

"Where are you two going?" Christina asks with interest.

"We're leaving," Four remarks, as if this were an everyday thing. "Both of us have two frees at the end of the day. So we're going home to do homework."

Chris puts a pout on. "Lucky. I have one free each day - and that includes lunch."

I smirk. "Well, I suppose all those extra classes in freshman and sophomore year we worth it then."

Four chuckles and I clear my plate and grab my bag. Four is waiting in the lobby, where we swipe out. "Where do you live?" he asks. "Not to be creepy or anything."

"I live on New Street," I answer.

His face brightens. "Really? So do I!"

"Not being creepy at all, Four," I tell him. "Not in any way, shape, or form." I smile and chuckle as his mouth opens.

"I'm not creepy," he protests. "Just….I like you." Realizing what he said, he amends, "As a friend." I feel my heart fall a little as he adds those words.

"I like you as a friend, too, Four." I elbow him a little. "So how do you usually get home?"

"I usually take the Red Line down to Grand Avenue and then walk over and down," he replies, taking his phone out. His face whitens when he sees the screen. I peek over his shoulder and it says something that shouldn't scare him: "Hey, son. I'm home. Come home straightaway. - Marcus"

I frown at him. "Can you still come for dinner?"

Four looks at me, eyes clouded with worry and something else - fear? - which is a strange look on him. Usually he looks so - so strong. "I - I don't know. I hope so."

"Come," I order. "You come anyway."

"Tris, I - I don't know if I could. If he says no -" Four starts, not meeting my eyes any more.

"Why does your dad matter? I do stuff my dad doesn't want me to do all the time," I nearly snap.