A/N All Divergent characters belong to Veronica Roth. Who, last time I checked, is not me. Oh well.

Thanks to mom's "safe" speeding and weaving around "those grandma slowpokes" (who knew my mom was such an aggressive driver, right?), we arrived at youth group with seven minutes to spare. After two minutes of arguing with Mom about whether she should go inside and drop us off, she left the parking lot, leaving Caleb and I standing in front of the side doors of the church. A sign was draped above the doors, saying Dauntless: Fearless for Jesus. Caleb smirked at the sign. "Well that's not cheesy at all."

I smiled. "I actually kind of like it."

Caleb gave me a weird look. "Seriously? It's kind of lame." I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Lately he had been kind of touchy when it came to church, and I didn't really want to step over the line that he had drawn.

I went past him and pushed open the door. Twenty-One Pilots was blaring on the sound system, and there were teenagers milling around everywhere. As my eyes traveled around the room, I took in the stage lights, the black paint, and the friendly, accepting vibe that pulsed in the room.

"Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore," I breathed. I stepped forward hesitantly. People looked effortlessly cool here, and as I looked down at my outfit, I felt like I was a fifth grader invited to a senior party. But I liked it. I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to be Dauntless. I just hoped that this youth group had some substance to go with it.

Meanwhile, Caleb was looking around with obvious distaste. "This isn't church."

"No, this is church. This isn't Abnegation," I corrected him.

"Beatrice, you haven't even been in the room for five minutes yet. How do you know they're not some Satan-worshipping cult that sacrifices black cats at midnight?"

I laughed at his grave face. "Oh, lighten up. And I definitely know."

"How?"

I looked around. "The welcoming warmth of the place spells it out for me."

"Oh please, anyone can be 'welcoming'."

I suddenly felt extremely annoyed by Caleb. "Look, you can just stay here and throw yourself a little pessimism party, but I'm not joining you." With that, I walked away. In fact, I was so caught up with walking away that I ran someone over. And then I tripped over that person. Great.

The girl picked herself up and offered her hand. I accepted it and she pulled me up and smiled. "Hey, I'm Christina. You must be new."

I winced. "Is it that obvious?"

Christina threw her head back and laughed. She had the kind of personality that just made you want to laugh with her. "Don't worry. I already like you."

I grinned at her while finally getting a look at my new friend. She was pretty, with tan skin and black hair cut at her shoulders. "Thanks. I like you too."

A voice crooned behind us. "Aww, just kiss already. That would be fun to watch." Christina whirled around, fuming to confront the voice.

I turned around as well and came face to face with green eyes and a mop of black hair. He would have been handsome if it wasn't for the crooked smile and slightly creepy glint in his eyes. But with all of that, he was just plain repelling.

"Peter, just stop. No one wants to listen to you make comments like that." Christina's voice was filled with mock patience and laced with anger.

Peter put his hands up in surrender and backed away. "Down, girl. I just say what's on my mind. And may I say-" he turned to me and gave a dazzling smile, "whoever you are, if you need anything, Peter's your man, all right?" With that he sauntered off.

Christina's face was apologetic. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. Though you do need to steer clear from him. There'll always be people like Peter in the world. You just can't help it."

I shrugged. "It's okay. He deserved it." I looked up at the screen in the front of the room. A one-minute countdown clock had started. "What's going on?"

Christina took my hand and dragged me to a row of chairs. She sat me down in the front row and grinned excitedly. "It's starting!"

I felt a smile creep onto my face when I realized I had never introduced myself. "Hey Christina?"

"Yeah?"

"My name is…" I bit my lip. Beatrice seemed too out of place here. "My name is Tris."

Christina nodded approvingly. "Tris. I like it."

A/N That was pretty fun to write! Hopefully it was pretty fun to read too. Leave your reviews, I really appreciate it! Thanks for reading! Updates coming soon J