Tris

"Absolutely not!" I protested.

"Come on, Tris! It's not like anyone is gonna see it!" she pushed. "I mean, other than Four."

"Christina, there is no way I'm going to wear that," I folded my arms.

In her hands is a black lace bra and a pair of tiny matching underwear.

"Come on, Tris. I was kidding about that last part. These are just to make you feel like a hottie. No one is going to see it, but you'll know it's there," she said.

"Fine," I agreed reluctantly.

When we left the lingerie shop, she headed straight for the trashiest clothing store she could possibly find. She started digging through piles of absurd pieces of clothing, if you can even call them clothing, and then smiled widely as she pulled out dozens of tops, bottoms and dresses. She made me try on everything that she had picked up. All of the dresses were too short: my underwear were literally sticking out of the bottom. Most of the pants didn't fit right or were too long and almost all of the tops Chris deemed "too big." She finally settled on an outfit that she liked and she forced me to buy it. Although I was less than thrilled about her dressing me, I was at least relieved that it was over. So I thought, anyway. Just as I was trying to head back to the apartment, she pulled me into the cosmetics store.

"You're so pale," she sighed, looking at different bottles of strange looking liquid.

"What is that?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"Foundation," she replied as if I'd asked her a stupid question. "It covers up your face."

"Oh well that's wonderful," I said sarcastically.

"I mean it covers up imperfections," she rolled her eyes.

She picked out a handful of different things, all of them were in strange little bottles or boxes, and then she forced me to go back to her apartment.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked as she smeared, she called it foundation, all over my face.

"Listen," she said pausing, "you're a pretty girl. But the way that you always look, Four is used to that. This, this will knock him off his feet."

"If you say so."

I sat in her bathroom for hours. She rubbed stuff all over my face. She pulled out some of my eyebrows. She rubbed more stuff on my face. By the time she was ready to start messing with my hair, she had put foundation, concealer, powder, blush and bronzer all over my face, she lined my eyes with thick black liquid that she called eyeliner, she put pink eye shadow on my eyelids, she curled my eyelashes with what looked like a torture device and smeared mascara all over them, along with the red lipstick that she forced me to wear.

"Bring me your hairbrush," she instructed.

"Don't do anything crazy," I said, sitting down again.

She brushed through all my hair and then started twisting it and pulling it.

"Ow!" I exclaimed as she tugged on a strand of my hair.

"I'm almost done," she assured me.

"What is this?" I asked, staring in the mirror when she was done.

"It's called a waterfall braid," she smiled proudly. "Time to dress you!"

She pulled my new clothes out of their bag and threw the bra and underwear at me. I stepped into the bathroom to put them on and then I stepped back into the bedroom cautiously. After I slid the super skinny black jeans on, she helped me get the top on. It had thick black straps and a sweetheart neckline. It contoured to my shape perfectly and had a corset-back. Chris tied the ribbons into a neat bow and then threw a pair of heels at me. I could tell that she was trying to ignore the massive bandage on my side, and the partially-healed hole in my arm.

"Chris, I can't walk in these," I said shaking my head.

"That's why we're going to practice."

She made me walk all around her apartment for at least an hour. She made me jump up and down, stand on one foot, and all kinds of other crazy things "so that I would be ready for anything," whatever that means. Then she took my fingernails and painted them black.

"Why are we doing all of this?" I sighed as she started putting her own make up on.

"I told you: we're going to make it so that Tobias can't resist you," she shrugged.

"Did you just say Tobias?"

"Yeah," she said, "I was trying it out. I've still been calling him Four even though we all know his real name, so I figured I'd try his real name. It doesn't feel right, though. Even if he is your boyfriend, calling him by anything other than his instructor name feels wrong."

"I still call him Four around everyone," I nodded. "But what I meant was why are we having a party and getting all made up when everything's still broken?"

"Because," she said. "Because no one knows what to do about it other than getting drunk and just letting it ride."

"That's the thing, though. I still have no idea what's going on. Why are the factionless here with everyone else? Why does everybody dress like they're still in their factions and why are they all in Dauntless? What happened to Evelyn and Marcus? Tobias hasn't told me anything about what's going on."

"Maybe that's why he's avoiding you," she said. "Maybe he doesn't want to or he doesn't know how."

"Why wouldn't he want to tell me? And why would it be hard for him to tell him?" I asked, more to myself than to Christina.

"Maybe he's more bother by everything that's happened than anyone realizes. Even you."

I looked at the floor. I can't believe I haven't thought of that. Tobias is strong and brave, but he's been through a lot. Even more than I know since I've been gone for a while. I don't know what happened to Evelyn and Marcus, but I haven't seen either one of them anywhere. I know he hates Marcus and he isn't that fond of Evelyn, but they're still his parents. Of course them disappearing, or whatever happened to them, bothers him. And then there's Nita. Something had to have happened there for her to have his nickname tattooed on her. Maybe they were together and he doesn't want me to find out. What happened with Peter? Tobias erased his memory, but when? Why? And what about Caleb? Tobias had to see Caleb probably every day while I was gone. He has to hate Caleb for letting me go into the lab.

"Chris, what is going on?" I shout.

"Tris, I would love to answer that question," she paused, "But I think only Four can give you the answers that you're really looking for."

So technically Monday is not a part of the weekend, but I did start to write this on Sunday, so that was the third update that I promised. Please review, you guys! Please and thank you!

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