I don't own Divergent...sadly.

Hey, everyone. Thanks for reading. If you read A Divergent Dauntless, I'm sure you know about Jayah. For those of you that don't, Jayah was my friend's friend. She was a beautiful fifteen year old girl that killed herself because of a petition some people started online for her to die. I'd like to thank everyone who responded to my request that she be kept in everyone's thoughts and prayers, and extend that request to these readers, too. No matter your faith or non-faith, please keep Jayah Jackson in your prayers and thoughts.

Sorry about not updating earlier. I have a ton of homework.

Enjoy!

Tobias lays back, and I snuggle back into his arms. I fall asleep peacefully and quickly.

"Beatrice!" Dad says. "Four!" He shakes my shoulder. "Wake up."

I open my eyes sleepily and look around groggily. Tobias is doing the same.

My father is leaning over the bed, where Tobias and I were sleeping, our legs tangled. "Bea!"

I sit up and look at him, still waking up. "Whaaa?" I yawn.

"Time to get ready for church. And, by the way, we need to talk about this," he answers. "You have a half hour to get ready."

I yawn again, and he leaves. "Tobias, there's a shower in my dad's room I'm sure he'll let you use," I say. "The only other one is in my room, and I'm pretty sure you won't want to use that one."

He nods and stands up. I do, too, and shut myself in my room, showering quickly and putting on a black skirt with a little silver lace cuff, black leggings, a red tank top and a black shirt, followed by a black sweatshirt. I look kind of emo. No, I look Dauntless. Dauntless.

I braid my hair and apply a little makeup - just mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss - and walk out. Tobias is just stepping out of my father's room, wearing black slacks, a blue shirt the color of his eyes, and a black pullover sweater.

"You look good," we both say at the same time. I grin and blush, and so does he.

"Here." I hand him my extra bible. Mine's in my bag. "You'll want this."

"Thanks."

"BEA! FOUR!" Dad yells. "We're leaving in five minutes, so get down here!"

"COMING!" I yell back. I grab Tobias' hand and pull him down the stairs.

"You two look good," he comments.

We grin and glance at each other. "Thanks."

"Okay, get in the car."

Four and I buckle ourselves into the backseat of the car and wait nervously for my dad. We both know he's a little mad about finding us together in Tobias' bed this morning.

Tobias takes my hand and rubs circles over my knuckles. I lean against his shoulder.

"Beatrice, Four, do you remember the talk we had last night?" Dad asks, somewhat strictly.

"Yessir," we both say.

"Why did I find you two in Four's room this morning?"

"It was my fault, sir," I say. "I couldn't sleep, so I went in Tobias' room and we talked for a little while, and then just fell asleep. I apologize."

"Beatrice, you understand why I don't want you in his room, right?" Dad never takes his eyes off the road.

"Yes, sir, but I don't think he would do that. He respects me."

"Damn it, Bea! You've known him for a week!" Dad, for the first time, actually sounds desperate.

"Dad, it's not like we're getting married! It's not like we've even done anything! All that happened is that we kissed and I slept next to him! It's not like that!" I yell back.

Tobias sits there awkwardly, looking a little hurt. "Mr. Prior, I - I won't hurt your daughter. And you're right, I've only known her for a week. But since the first time I met her, I felt a connection. One that couldn't be denied. I really, honestly, like her and I promise to always respect her. If you wish, we can stay out of each other's rooms."

"But that's just the thing," I argue. "We can't. Dad, he fights off the nightmares. Of Al and them. And I fight off his!"

My father sighs. "Thank you, Four. And Bea, would you at least consider leaving the door open?"

I nod. "Yeah." I lean forward and hug my dad from behind. "Sorry, Dad."

"It's okay," he answers. "I just want what's best for you."

"I know. I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Bea Wee." He smirks at Tobias.

"Don't call me that, or I'll tell Tobias what Mom called you," I threaten. Dad shrugs.

"We're here."

Tobias and I climb out, followed by my dad, and walk into the building. We hold hands loosely, and walk towards the teen worship part. Booth is already there. He grins when he sees us, particularly when he notices our linked hands. I hug him, and he does the "awkward man-hug" with Four.

"So what'd you guys do after we left?" Booth teases.

"I took him into the tree and we looked at the stars and kissed. Then I got him some stuff from his house and talked to that creepy old lady we sent you to strip for. Then we got ready for bed and went to sleep," I answer. I purposefully leave out the "in the same bed" part.

"Cool," Booth replies, clearly surprised I answered. "C'mon, they're gonna start soon." Booth is wearing black pants and a grey button down shirt. His bible's in his hand.

We sit next to each other, like we always do, but this time Tobias sits next to us. We hold hands, waiting patiently for it to start.

"Hello, Beatrice, Seeley," the pastor says from behind us.

We turn around, as does Tobias, but he keeps his head down. "Hello, Pastor Dawes," we answer.

"Who's this?"

"Four. One of our friends," I answer.

"Will he be coming often?" the pastor smiles at Four, who meets his eyes anxiously, biting his lip.

"Yes, sir, I will. The Priors are my foster family," he replies bravely.

The pastor, clearly surprised, nods at me. "That's great, Beatrice and…Four. When did he come to you, Beatrice?"

"Yesterday was my first day. And I know you recognize me, Pastor," Four says. "You know Marcus."

The pastor sighs. "I knew Marcus when he was with Evelyn. I never knew they had a kid. What happened? Did Marcus die?"

"No, sir," Four answers, voice venomous. "Marcus is the reason I'm with the Priors."

"Marcus? He…he's a good guy," the pastor argues feebly.

"No, sir, he isn't," I tell him. "Maybe he was when he was around you."

"But why aren't you with Evelyn?"

"Because Evelyn never came back for me, nor did she do anything about Marcus."

The pastor glances at his watch. "I have to start now. See you guys afterwards."

We settle back into our seats and listen through the class. Afterwards, Booth piles into our car with us and Dad drives us to the pancake house we always go to after church. Once we're done eating, Dad drops Booth off at his house and then drives us back home.

"Bea, Four, you two can do what you want today, but we're meeting with your mom today, Bea, so be home by three," Dad says.

"Cool." Just then, I get a text from Uriah:

Hey Tris it's Uri. Anyway Zeke and I and our group are gonna go ziplining. Wanna come? You can bring Four-y-Poo (#lauren'sanidiot) (Uriah)

Hey Uri. I don't know if Four'll want to but I can check. One sec (me)

"Toby, wanna go ziplining?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Not at all."

"That's what I thought," I answer.

Four's answer was "not at all" when I asked him if he wanted to go (me)

Oooohhhh…..well that sucks. Maybe you can come a different time. Or maybe we can go paintballing instead. Ask him about that (Uri)

"Wanna go paintballing instead?"

"Sure."

He said "sure" (me)

Sweet. Meet us at the paintballing place in thirty minutes. Four knows where it is and what to wear (Uri)

KK. We'll be there (me)

"Uri says to meet him and Zeke at the paintballing place in thirty minutes."

"Can we not go?" Tobias requests shyly. "I think I'd rather stay in, listen to some music, and write."

"I think I need to do some homework, anyway," I agree.

Never mind, Uri. Sorry. We have a ton of homework and want to spend a quiet afternoon just writing. You guys cool? (me)

A minute later - Oh, yeah. Well, we'll see you tomorrow. How's Four? (Uri)

Annoyed at that question, but I think he's kind of tired and hurting (me)

Hm. Well, good luck with whatever. See ya, sucka! (Uri)

Screw you (me)

Feeling the love (Uri)

I don't reply to that one. Four touches my arm and I glance up at him. We're outside his room. "What's up?"

"We still need to finish that one assignment Harrison gave us," he reminds me.

"I'm already done."

"Me, too, but I think we should combine them. And, uh, read each other's." Four doesn't meet my eyes, so I kiss his cheek.

"Sounds good, Tobias." I push him towards his room lightly. "Imma grab my laptop, and then we can work a little." He kisses my cheek and opens his door, and I mine.