Sorry this is a bit of a filler chapter, I just needed to set some plot up. Thank you all

Obviously we're late for homeroom, the halls are empty except for me and Uriah.

"You sure you're okay about last night?" he asks once more.

"Yes, please stop panicking. We're okay and I'm okay, I got home didn't I?" I reassure.

"Yeah, but I'm still pissed at myself for letting you go off on your own, you didn't even have a knife." Why do they keep saying that like it's something real casual. Knives and guns were never part of life in my hometown.

"It's okay, I actually ran into someone, we came back to school together."

"Someone? Who would be over the other side of town on a Monday?"

"Well, besides us. Four. Four was a few blocks down. He walked me home." he gives me a sceptical look, "He and Zeke had a fight so he went into the other part of town to let off some steam. "

"So he went to the one place in town where it doesn't matter if you hear a gun shot? Quite suspicious huh?" People in this school like to over think things.

"Are you implying that Four went to kill someone? " But Four wouldn't he's to lovely, he's such a kind hearted man and killing someone is just a ludicrous thought.

"Well, no, but you never know. He might not even have a gun-"

"- I hope not. "

"He's probably more of a knife person. I can see him throwing a knife. " I can't seem to picture Four with a gun, but a knife, well, maybe. I quickly dismiss the thought, it seems unlikely and just plain crazy. This is Four we're talking about.

The bell rings for class, the hustle and bustle of kids rushing in the corridor starts making me and Uri lose each other without saying goodbye.

Friday rolls around soon enough and once more we face the beckoning weekend calling to us like hyenas. I find myself walking back from dinner with Al, he's still different, I know it's probably nothing, he's most likely now comfortable talking to me like he does with all his friends. I'm really turning into anyone at this school with my newfound tendency to over-think the tiniest of details.

"Almost the end of your first semester here, what do you think of it?" he asks me. It never occurred to me, I have almost finished my first semester here; soon I shall go home once more and finally see all the people I left behind in the process of making a new life for myself.

"Well, it's like any other school in terms of the education, yet I fit in here. " I pause a beat, I do fit in here, apart from the whole gun thing, I am yet to have a gun, but I can't imagine that that step if far away. On wednesday night Zeke and his brother decided to give me a half hour lecture on why guns and knives are sensible and I have to say, Chicago is a strange place, I honestly don't think I want to leave the dorm without a form of protection; even a person will suffice, "Everyone here's like me. My hometown was an odd place to say the very least, everyone was very considerate for others, to phrase this in a way you'll get, everyone was like an abnegation, except Caleb and I."

"Oh, is that so? Which faction is he in?"

"He's in Erudite, neither of us in the faction our parents were in when they were here many years ago. They were both, as expected,Abnegation. I honestly am too selfish to be like them, they always, no matter what think of others first. I just can't see myself being like them."

"That's understandable, my parents used to go here, they were both in Candor though. I just didn't fit in with how they are, they are both so honest about anything, sometimes it's a great quality, however most of the time it leads to fights and public embarrassment."

"I can see why." he lets out a laugh and for the first time I see actual happiness in his eyes. Al's a very reserved person, he keeps himself to himself and inly really seems to properly interact with Chris, Will and I. I unbelievably have no clue who he rooms with, I know that Uriah and Will are together. The only other guys in dauntless in our year is Peter and Drew and I imagine they'll room together. "Al, out of curiosity, who do you room with?"

"Peter, as much as I don't want to. He's an ass. I honestly don't think he likes anyone but Molly, Drew and Eric." I am amazed, to be honest that leaves the question of where Drew goes.

"I honestly thought he would be with Drew, they seem close. "

" Well, Peter and I arrived in the same year, Drew came a year or so after. He actually shares with Eric, they're the only people in different years who share a room."

"Was Eric alone before then?" I can imagine Eric scaring off he old room mates with his more pairings than anyone I've ever known and his lanky black hair.

"No, his old roommate actually committed suicide. Every year someone in the town commits suicide, usually in the chasm, that year it happened to be in our school, someone in our faction. The dauntless celebrate death in a strange way, but at least they celebrate the person. The abnegation barely celebrate, they're ever so self contained, but that's what they're taught."

"Oh, that's strange. Anyway, this is my room, I've got to go in, see what plans Chris has for tonight."

"Good luck with her. " he laughs and pulls me in a hug. It's not like hugging Four, Four is strong and muscly, but Al is soft, he's like a teddy bear. He's so warm, but this hug; it just doesn't feel right. Nothing like the hug with Four did.

But Four and I are just friends. I don't like him and I need to remember that, if I liked him anymore that would only end badly. He and I should remain like brother and sister, that would be best for us. I pull away from Al and look up at him. He's glowing red; possibly embarrassed? I can't imagine, he can't sense that I was thinking about Four all that time, can he?

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