I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

"Mum, Four is like a brother to me," I reply, but is he? Are you sure Tris that he's something more, or that you at least want something more? Of course not, remember day one? "You're here to learn." Getting with Four will only end in hurt.

"I hope so Beatrice," Four lets out a snigger, Yes? That is my name what do you think that Tris is short for? "Speaking of brothers, where is your brother, have you see him lately?"

"No, mom, I saw him on say one, but you see well, since, I'm dauntless."

"Wait, sorry, Honey, you're dauntless? " She seems stunned, did the school not say that I was in dauntless, how does she not know?

"Yes, I am."

"Oh, well, when I went to your school, the dauntless, were, they were extreme. They were covered with tattoos and piercings." I pull the hem of my top higher up in an attempt to coverup the birds.

"Mom, please stop worrying, I'm okay, I'm big enough and ugly enough to look after myself. " I say remembering Four's words to me not too long ago.

"Which faction is your brother in?"

"Erudite, I think." Four gives me a look.

"We need to talk." He whispers in my ear. Is this important? Well, Four knows that I'm busy, he's listening in for crying out loud. I need to go.

"Mum, look I really need to go, I'll call you back soon, I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Beatrice," and click off the video chat. I angle myself towards Four ready to hear what was so desperate to be said.

"What is it?" I ask, baffled.

"Tris, you didn't tell me-"

"-What? My name is Beatrice? Yeah, well done, slow one there Four.

"No, not that. "

"Then what?" I snap.

"You never told me your brother was in erudite."

"Yeah, he is? So what? I know we don't get along, but-"

"-Tris, please don't tell anyone that you're related to him. "

"Why?"

"Tris, we need you here, if anyone finds out, you're related to and erudite-"

"- I just don't get why you guys hate each other so much?"

"Tris, We put up with Amity, Tris, we put up with the Abnegation, but we cannot stand the erudite."

"But why?"

"That's not important now, just leave it. Tris I don't want you to be factionless."

"Factionless? Doesn't everyone have a faction, it comes with the school." I wait a beat." Do you mean, I'll leave?"

"You'll have the crap beaten up out of you. Tris, you won't have to leave, but you bloody well will want to."

"It can't be that bad."

"You are so naive. Tris, trust me, I have been at this school much, much longer than you."

"Okay, I'll leave it. I won't tell anyone, except for Chris who already knows, " I say shamefully.

"She knows?" he sighs.

"I'm sorry, she was there, we talked on like the second day of the year, no one remembers. "

"It's okay." He pulls me into a hug. His arms are so warm around me. He smells, protecting, warm, sweet, yet masculine. He rests his chin on top of my head, he's much taller than I am, but then again, who isn't. I feel safe here, like they won't beat me up because of Caleb. He lifts his head and pulls away. For a moment we stand there in silence. This Four is so tame, he's not the one who gets drunk, the one who could get any girl he wanted, this Four looks his age, younger if anything, he's vulnerable.

It isn't until later, do we realise how long, we've been away. Chris lies with rhythmic breathing on Will's lap, the rest are talking, but have forgotten that we left.

"Where did you guys go? " Uriah teases.

" I went to skype my mom?" I respond to him.

"And do what? Introduce her to your new boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? Four?" I sneer

"You're right, Four's out of your league."

"Shut up," I punch his arm.

"Feisty today Tris," he sneers.

"Prat today aren't we Uriah?" I jeer.

"Touché."

"So, what was your mom saying then?" Will asks.

"Not much, I told her I was in dauntless and my brother was in-" I look at Four who glares at me with a deadly gaze, "In a different faction. She told me that the dauntless were extreme when she was here, how she was here and they all had tattoos and piercings. Needless to say I pulled the hem up to hid the bandage for the three birds. And then we had to end the conversation," I state avoiding the part where Four told me I needed to keep Caleb a secret.

"Oh, well that sounds fun, but what took you so long, that sounded like a short call and you two look kinda suspicious."

"Nothing is happening, Four is 18 and I am still 16. "

"Wow, a whole two years. That's impossible." Zeke snipes.

"Well, for me, yeah, I just don't date people, especially some one who is two years older than me. "

"Understandable." Uri chirps in.

We enter homeroom the next morning to bleary eyed, tired teenagers. Molly and Drew I think sit in the corner discussing intently, like usual when they're not picking on other people. I sit down in the row in front, my collar bones aches from the needle, I pull my top down ever so slightly as Peter walks in.

"Ooh, Tris, no need to strip for my arrival, as much as I like you, I don't like you that way."

"And trust me Peter, nor do I. You're not my type."

"Oh and what is, Four?"

"Sorry?"

"I saw you and him go into his room alone yesterday."

"No, it's just I needed to get away from the noise of my room and Four took me to his room because it was the only option."

"What about Uriah and Will's room?" he questions.

"I don't know, they didn't offer, Four did. "

"Such a gentleman," he jests.

"Peter, leave it." Uriah warns as he comes up from behind.

"Uriah, I think you might be a little late to get to Tris' heart, I think Four won."

"Peter, you don't know anything do you?"

"Well..." I look around the room, Chris and Will sit in the corner just sitting in each other's company, Marlene and Lynn sit talking about one thing or another and Al looks over at us, looking not quite with it. Like something has upset him. Peter sits down behind me and Uri next to me. Finally, Peter's gone.

"Thank you Uri, " I whisper.

"Anytime, Tris, He's a twat." I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder. Al still doesn't look quite with it.

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