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"Hey! F-Whatever you want me to call you!" I call. Four turns around. "Do you want to take the Red Line home today?"

He grins. "Does this mean that you've forgiven me?"

I shake my head. "I invited Booth over and I want you two to meet. You better check with your dad, though."

Four shakes his head. "He's out of town, remember?"

I grin. "Then you're coming over. Hang on, let me text Booth." I pull out my phone.

"Hey, Tris," Four says.

"Uh huh?" I don't look up from my phone.

"Soccer tryouts are on Monday. You said you play, right?" Four informs me, adjusting his backpack straps as we walk out of the school.

I nod and send the text to Booth. "Yeah. Is the team coed or single sex?"

"There's a coed, boys' and girls' team," he answers as we sit on the train.

"Hmm. Which do you play for?" I poke him in the side.

"Coed."

"Then I guess I'll be trying out for coed," I answer. After that, Four and I sit in silence. We walk to my house in silence, too.

Booth's car is already out front when I get there. I run inside and hug him. "Booth!"

"Bea!" he replies, imitating my girly voice. I punch him.

"Hey, Beatrice," Robert adds.

"Oh. Uh, hi, Robert. What are you doing here?" I ask, a little less excited. Robert's always seemed a bit unstable to me.

"Booth brought me and Al over," Robert answers, and I see Al.

"Get out, Albert," I growl. "I don't want you here. Not then, not now, not ever."

"C'mon, Beatrice," Al answers with an easy smile. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"You heard her," Four says threateningly. "Get gone, boy."

"Who's this?" Al smirks at Four. "My replacement?"

"No way, Al. I hate you. And we were never together, you psycho. You - get out of here," I yell.

Al leaves, Robert in tow. They're both grumbling about how annoying I am.

Booth looks upset. "I'm sorry, Bea. I swear, I had no idea it was him. I'm sorry."

I smile tightly at him. "It's okay, Booth." Then I turn to Four. "Four, this is Seeley Booth. Booth, this is Four Eaton. Four, Booth is the you of my old school. Minus the, you know."

Booth wiggles his eyebrows. "Oh, so you two are -"

"NO!" Four and I yell together.

"Oh, so you just want to be."

"Booth has always been too good at reading people," I explain, face red. Four's face reddens, too.

"Bea, you've finally found someone as prude as you," Booth teases. I smack his arm.

Four extends his hand and they shake. "So you're the famed Four," Booth remarks, not rudely.

"And you're the boy I've heard practically nothing about," Four retorts. I smack him.

"No need to be downright mean, Four. He's not going to attack you," I mutter.

But Booth just grins. "Aww, Bea, you haven't told him anything about me?" He turns to Four. "We're best friends. I've known her since we were in elementary school in Englewood. Then we both transferred to Lincoln Park. I live a few streets over. Her father loves me. My mother loves her. We dated for a few weeks but never really liked each other. She is completely infatuated with you, Four. I am lactose intolerant. Bea makes amazing nut milk, particularly almond. She's never been kissed. You two will have adorable babies."

I am so red, I would put a tomato to shame. I glare daggers at Booth, but he still grins. "Have I ever mentioned how much I hate you, Seeley Booth?"

Booth grins even wider. "Only every time we talk."

Four turns to me, wide eyed. "I learned more about you from that one paragraph than from an entire week of talking to you."

I smack him, too. "Shut up. And it was an entire week of not talking, if I recall."

Four sticks his tongue out at me. "Fine. And, either way, he still taught me more about you than I've learned so far."

I reciprocate his action, and then turn to Booth. "Booth! Guess what." He waits. "So, you know how I found my brother? Well, I kind of found my mother too." Then I sigh, and Four touches my arm, knowing what I'm about to say. "But she told Caleb and I the reason she left. My mom cheated on my dad and then left. She wanted to take both Caleb and I but my dad wouldn't let her. So they flipped a coin over who got whom. My dad got me, my mom Caleb. It's kind of an idiotic way to split kids up, if you ask me."

Booth sits and thinks about this for a minute. "How are you doing with it, Beatrice? And don't you dare try to lie to me, I'm your best friend. Or I was," he amends, looking at Four.

I look down, and Four sits next to me on the couch, offering his support just by being there. "I kind of freaked out at her," I mumble. "But I've been talking to my dad, and he and I are going to visit her and Caleb on Sunday and talk things over."

Booth grins. "It's your dream, Bea. You're meeting your mom, and you have another brother."

"You have another brother besides Caleb?" Four asks, feigning horror. "Two Priors are enough for me!"

I smack Four and Booth. "No, he's talking about himself. Although, knowing my mother, I wouldn't be surprised…."

To my surprise, it's Four that reprimands me. "Tris," he says quietly, gripping my chin. "I know you're pissed at your mom, but give her a chance. For me, okay?"

I look into his beautiful eyes and find myself nodding. Then he does something that surprises me even more. He kisses the top of my head. I stare at him for a second before I snap myself out of it.

Booth observes us, a smirk on his face. "Well, it was great to meet you, Four. Bea, I'll see you and everyone here on Saturday. Oh, and I'll make sure Al and Robert aren't there. Sorry about that."

But Four and I are too focused on each other to notice Booth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him leave, but my eyes are focused on Four's. Four leans closer, and….