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I was too stunned to do anything after class. So I just sat in my dorm on my bed staring at nothing. Kat was out with one of her old Amity friends so I had the dorm to myself.

I decided to text Caleb to come over here. I still wanted to talk to him about the thing Dawn had told me.

He knocked on the door fifteen minutes later. I put down the script I was skimming and opened the door.

"Hey, Beatrice," he said and walked in.

I paused when he called me that.

"Oh my gosh, it's been so long since anyone has called me that," I shook my head.

"What do they call you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Tris."

"Tris?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "It's a nickname."

"I got that," he rolled his eyes. "So why did you ask me to come here?"

"What, I'm not allowed to talk to my only brother?"

"You are, but usually you only want to talk to me when you think it's something important or you need something."

"Good point."

"So why am I here?" he repeated.

"Because I have a nit to pick with you," I said and plopped back down on my bed.

"A nit?" he asked as he sat in my desk chair.

"A problem," I clarified.

"Well what is it? I have a class in twenty minutes."

"Ooh you get to dance and prance like a pretty ballerina," I teased.

"Beatrice, what is the problem?" he asked, not finding me funny.

"A little birdie told me you've been kissing your teacher's ass."

"Who told you that?" he looked puzzled.

"Not important who told me. Is it true?" I asked.

"Well I stay after with Miss Matthews for extra help a lot because I'm clumsy," he shrugged.

"Anything else?" I prodded.

"What do you mean, anything else? Miss Matthews likes my attitude so she's helping me dance better to get a spot in Divergent."

"I mean, is anything else going on? Like, other than dancing," I said.

"So what if there's anything else? Even if there was anything else, it's none of your business," he said defensively.

"So what? Caleb, if there is something else going on that you may not be keen to talk about, know this: it is against the law to be in a relationship with your teacher and/or elder."

"You think I'm sleeping with my teacher?" he said. "That is unbelievable!"

He stood up. I did too.

"It's happened before, Caleb! She could get arrested and you could get expelled! People in your faction already suspect you for doing…things with Miss Matthews!" I shouted.

"I can't believe my own sister would accuse me of this," he shook his head, looking disgusted.

Grabbing his bag, he strode out of the room and slammed the door behind him. I flopped back on my bed and groaned.

Will and Christina came over about twenty minutes after Caleb left.

"So how was acting?" Christina asked, sitting down next to me.

"Yeah, did you make out with Psycho yet?" Will said from my desk chair.

I shot him an annoyed look, "No."

Christina rolled her eyes, "Seriously, how'd it go?"

I sighed heavily and placed my head in my hands, "I don't know how I'm going to kiss that guy. I can barely stand within five feet of him without feeling like I'm about to throw up!"

Christina gave me a sympathetic look.

"That really sucks, Tris," Will said. "Maybe for your birthday I'll get you some mints to get rid of his taste in your mouth."

"Ew," I made a face. "That's not helping."

He shrugged, "Whatever. I figured you might want some after you ki—"

"Don't say the K-Word," I nearly shouted.

He held up his hands in defense, "Okay sorry."

I sighed and shrugged, "It's okay. How was lighting?"

I zoned out as Will began describing all of the different lighting techniques he'd learned and what buttons did what. Christina hung onto his every word as if he were telling a fascinating tale of him slaying a dragon. My mind wandered as he talked. I thought about my brother and his teacher, and Imogen with her pet hawk, and Al asking me out. But no matter how much I tried to suppress the thought, it kept resurfacing in my mind: Peter.

How could he act like that? All angry and repulsed one second, and sexy and smooth the next. He had told me he refused to kiss me yet he was a millisecond away from doing it today. Peter was a puzzle—no, Peter was a Rubix Cube. He was extremely difficult to figure out. His characteristics were all jumbled up and you could never tell who he truly was. That is, unless you were a Rubix Cube solving expert. Which I was not.

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