Hey guys! Here's a new chapter! I hope you enjoy it. It's one of the longer ones. I'm back in school so I'm not sure how often I can update but I'm trying for once a week. So read and on!

Christina, Will, and I dragged our suitcases behind us towards the parking lot. Al couldn't come with us. He said he was busy but who knows what he was doing. We walked to the coach bus that was waiting for everyone. Uriah and another guy stood off to one side with a girl who was eating a muffin. Some of the older guys were loading the suitcases on. Loud music was blaring from somebody's speakers. All in all, everyone looked happy.

We dropped off our stuff by the bus-loading guys and hurried over to Uriah.

"Hey!" I called to him over the music.

"Hey! You guys made it!" he said. "This is Edward and Marlene."

"Nice to meet you," Christina said.

"Right back at you," Marlene said, popping another bit of the muffin into her mouth.

I looked at the scene around me again and said, "This is so cool! In Abnegation, we never did anything like this."

"Hate to break it to you, but Abnegation is kind of boring," Edward said.

"No it's not," I defended.

"Relax, Tris," Uriah said. "He's not trying to be mean. Edward's just extremely honest. His mouth has no filter."

I was still kind of annoyed but I shook it off for the time being.

"The drive is going to be a couple hours, maybe more depending on traffic," Uriah said. Will seemed to be the only one paying any real attention.

"Who's driving?" Will asked.

"My brother Zeke."

"Zeke's coming?" I asked.

"Yeah. He's says it's because we need a responsible adult but that's a load of bull. The day Zeke is classified as responsible is the day hell freezes over," Uriah said. "I prefer to think of him as our chauffeur."

We laughed lightheartedly. But Christina asked a question that made me stop.

"What is Peter doing here?" she asked.

I spun around, searching for him in the crowd of people. I found him leaning against the bus talking to a boy with red hair. As if he could sense me, he glanced in my direction and our eyes locked. I looked away quickly with an angry blush rising on my cheeks.

"This girl named Rydr has a giant crush on him and invited him to come along," Uriah replied, sounding none too happy about the situation. "I don't really like that guy. He gives me a bad vibe."

"At least you don't have to kiss him," I mumbled.

On the bus, it was a wild party. I remembered when Abnegation went on a field trip to a museum. Everyone was well behaved and relatively quiet. Our teachers told us that if we got to loud or distracted the bus driver too much, they would turn the bus right around and go back to school. This was the exact opposite. People were standing and walking from seat to seat to talk with different friends. Zeke didn't really mind, except when he saw a police car. Then he'd scream for us to sit down, lest we get pulled over.

Everyone was extremely loud. I could barely hear Marlene as she complained about her new faction.

"Why did I have to get Candor?" she groaned. "Mr. Davis hates my guts! I play drums but I've never been musical so I can't keep the tempo. And he starts screaming at me! I miss Dauntless."

"Me too," Uriah nodded. "Erudite is a joke."

"Mr. Davis always has been a hard-ass," Christina muttere side-thought.

"Marlene, do you know my friend Susan? She got put in Candor too," I said.

"Depends," she said. "Is she good?"

"Yes."

"Then no," she said. "They separate the people depending on their skill. It's like they're afraid we're going to taint their talent or something."

Uriah rolled his eyes.

"In Erudite, they hand out random dance classes we're going to take and they expect us to adapt immediately!" Uriah vented.

"Really?" Will said. "Erudite is usually very organized. I figured they would test you and sort you after determining who's better at what. It's probably Jeanine's fault. She recently became the head of Erudite."

"You mean Miss Matthews?" Uriah said.

That name caught my interest.

"Yeah," Will said. "She's changing a lot of the Erudite policies and values. I don't like her."

The ride was longer than I anticipated. I had nothing to do so I just listened to Uriah and Dawn and the other ex-Dauntless reminisce about old trips they took. They all laughed loudly about the one Four chaperoned them on. It was extreme zip lining. Uriah's eyes sparkled with tears of laughter as her described the terror on Four's face from all of the zip lines.

"Turns out he was afraid of heights," Marlene shrugged. "All in all, not a very good trip for him."

"Then why did he chaperone?" Will asked incredulously.

"Because it was his turn!" she replied. "The instructors switch off for every trip to make sure we don't get ourselves killed or something."

"And it's never fun when Eric has to do it," Dawn shuddered.

Uriah nodded, "Yeah it was his turn last semester. He looked like he was going to just leave us there."

I wrinkled my nose at the thought of Eric being left to chaperone a bunch of teenagers. Though he may be a legal, arguably responsible adult, he should not be allowed around any child. He would probably rip out that poor child's soul with just his piercing stare. Actually, no. He would definitely rip out that poor child's soul with just his piercing stare.

I pondered Eric's soul-destroying abilities as the ride went on and on and briefly discussed it with Christina who laughed and agreed. EDM music blasted from the bus speakers and everyone moved from seat to seat, laughing and talking with different people.

I saw Peter sitting towards the front of the bus talking to a guy with a nose ring. He had a small smirk on, as if he won a pointless argument. I could see his green eyes shining bright all the way from the back of the bus where I was currently sitting. I couldn't help but think how beautiful his eyes were. It was like every shade of green in existence mixed together to form his eye color.

As if sensing me staring, his gaze suddenly locked with mine. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned over to the nose ring guy, said something, and stood up. My eyes widened as he walked toward me. As he was about to sit down next to me, the bus lurched to a stop, making him trip and fall on top of me. Well, he almost fell on top of me. He had enough common sense to throw his arms out to stop the collision. We were now an inch apart, separated by his arms that were holding him above me.

A series of groans rang out and complains about the stupid traffic. The music was shut off and the voices were louder than ever.

"Shut up!" Zeke shouted. "There's a traffic jam so that probably means an accident. And an accident probably means cops! So sit down and stay in that seat! I don't feel like getting pulled over."

Peter sighed in frustration and took the seat next to me.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I'm stuck here so no not really," he said.

"You were coming over here before we got stuck in this mess. You must want something," I said.

"I want to know why you were staring at me," he shrugged.

"I wasn't staring at you!" I said way too defensively. Kind of the way Caleb had said nothing was going on between him and his teacher.

"Yeah you were."

"No I wasn't!"

"I could see you out of the corner of my eye! I'm not stupid, Stiff, you were staring at me," he said. "Why?"

I hesitated and then said, "Does it matter?"

"To me it does," he said. "I'm curious, sue me."

"I was just looking around and you happened to turn around when I saw you," I lied.

But he could tell.

"Tell me or I'll tell everyone your little secret."

My eyes widened and I turned to face him, "Are you kidding?"

He nodded without hesitation.

"There's no particular reason I was looking at you! I was staring into space and I guess it was in the general area where you were so excuse me for daydreaming!"

He scrutinized me for a second but turned around to someone in the seat behind us.

"Last chance, Stiff," he said over his shoulder.

I groaned. Damn. He could tell every time when I lied! And no matter how much not kissing anymore didn't bother me, people knowing about it did.

"Okay," I said in a defeated voice.

He turned back with an expectant look on his face.

"But you have to promise not to laugh or fun of me," I said.

"I don't make promises I don't know if I can keep," he replied.

I groaned again. Peter was impossible!

"Go on," he said with a wave of his hand. "Tell me."

I sighed once more and not meeting his eyes, I said timidly, "I was thinking about how nice your eyes are."

And with that, my face turned redder than a tomato. I was surprised he hadn't laughed yet or started mocking me for a crush that I did not have. When he didn't say anything for a minute, I looked up.

He was staring at me, his beautiful eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't that. I looked away again, embarrassed from telling Peter and shocking him into silence.

"You should close your mouth. You'll catch flies," I said and turned to the window.

The rest of the ride was painfully awkward for me. We passed the traffic after about forty-five more minutes and arrived at the cabins twenty minutes later than that.

As we pulled up, someone shouted, "Welcome to Lake Michigan!"

Everyone on the bus whooped except me and Peter. We remained silent, lost in thought.

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