I own a copy of divergent, but I don't own divergent, that would belong to the lovely Veronica Roth.

Reluctantly, I take his hand. His grip is rather firm, too firm to be honest. "I'm Peter," He smiles as I drop his hand.

"I'm Tris. " I blankly reply.

"I know, " He smugly replies.

Uriah stands up,"Peter why are you here?" he exasperates.

"Just trying to be friendly, introduce myself, make a new friend."

"Make a friend? That won't be necessary, Tris already has friends. "

"Aww, no room for one more?"

"Peter, we're all fine."

"You're rather protective over her, has someone got a crush on the new girl?" Peter taunts. Molly and Drew snigger. I look around to the table, Chris raises her eyebrows and Four just stares off into the distance. Some acknowledgement would be nice.

"Of course not." Uriah dismisses," We-"

"It's okay, nice to meet you Peter, now if you don't mind we'll be off." I grab Uriah's wrist and leave the table. I look back at the rest, my eyes linger on Four, he barely notices we've left. I drag him far, even though I have no idea where I am, eventually we're sitting in amongst trees, away from everyone else

"What was that?" I bark.

"What was what?" Uri replies confused.

"That... I don't know. Peter and you and me and..."

"Do you mean me dismissing Peter on behalf of you?"

"I mean you acting like an overprotective boyfriend?" I snap.

"I think you're exaggerating Tris."

"I'm not! Peter wasn't doing anything! You were just making assumptions!"

"Did Chris never tell you, him and Edward. "

"They had a disagreement woop-de-doo."

"Peter stabbed Edward in the eye. " Uriah warns me.

"Yes, because obviously he was gonna stab me there in front of everyone."

"Well of course not, but Tris I was trying to protect you there, the less you have to do with him the better you are off because of it."

"I guess-"

"-I know, Tris nothing happened there, that was just normal Peter, that's how we act with him, we dismiss him, it's nothing. Now come on, or else people really are gonna think that there's something going on between us and I know how much you'd hate that." He wraps an arm around me and laughs.

"You're really not helping our case." I laugh.

"Is someone a little upset about Four?"

"Dude! You sound like Peter!"

"I don't hear you denying it."

"Oh, trust me, I'm denying it. I don't like him... that way." I remark.

"Sure, whatever."

I return to our room promptly after afternoon classes finish.

"There she is! Where did you and Uri run off to this afternoon?" She teases.

"No where, well, yes somewhere, the forest, I had to ask him about Peter"

"About Peter, oh Tris, please don't say you like-"

"-Peter? Oh God no," I reassure her.

"Then why, Tris I told you to steer clear of him."

"It's nothing, I was just unsure..." I lie.

"Well, Tris, as you know you can always come to me if you have a question."

"Yeah, I do, it's just that Uri seemed pretty... Angry."

"You think that's him angry, aw sweetie, you don't know the half of it." I sit down on my bed and pull the books out of my bag, I flick open my first text book and try to read what I have to.

"Tris, I forgot to tell you you're going to your first party here! Zeke's holding one on the roof!" Chris exclaims.

"What? When?" I panic.

"Relax, Tris. Not until Friday. You better get excited."

"Excited, that's the word."

"Sure it is. You could definitely lure Uri."

"No, he and I... No."

"Sure..."

Friday comes around far too soon for my liking. I hate parties, I really hate parties. I stand in the bathroom, Chris caking me in makeup of all forms. My feet already kill, these things are not shoes, these seem to be more like stilts. They must be at least 5 inches as well as the platform on the sole, they go up to mid calf leaving a gap in between them and the dress which ends mid thy. I wouldn't call it a dress though; it's skin tight, made out of what feels like leather with studs everywhere. A week ago, I could never imagine myself wearing something like this, but things change I guess, people change. I never would've thought I'd change though.

"Now, close your eyes, " Chris approaches me with the pencil. Carefully she lines my lashes and wings them out. This is unlike me. I don't dress like this, I don't wear makeup. I don't-

"- Now open and look in the mirror." I turn and look there. That isn't me. This feels like an out of body experience. The girl here actually has breasts, she has a figure. I don't I wear baggy jumpers and sweatpants if I can get away with it. I never wear makeup despite Chris buying some with me, "You like?" She says.

"I like? Of... Of course. Chris I'm lost for words."

"That's a first," she mumbles. I stand there and continue to stare, I can't tear my eyes away from this girl, "Oh come on you vain girl, we're going to be late. " I stumble out of the room and to the stairs. We climb up to the roof, my steps getting more painful each time. The roof is packed with people I've never seen before, most of the people here are in Zeke's year I think, but there's still a few our age. I scan the crowd for familiar faces; Uriah's with Lynn and Marlene casually chatting, Peter, surprising for him to be here, stands in amongst a crowd of seniors, Zeke and Four stand together, Four seems to be in an intense conversation with some dark haired girl.

"Welcome to your first party Tris!" Chris shouts over the blaring music. "I'm going to get a drink, you want one?"

"Nah, no thanks." I reply. She wanders off and I'm alone. What do I do? It's just me.

"Hey, Tris, over here! " Calls a voice. I turn around and go to them.

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-LMC