A/N All Divergent ideas belong to Veronica Roth. I would also like to thank Keeper for reviewing this story (I totally get what you mean! That's part of the reason I created this fanfiction) and Fairyvixenmaiden for being my first follower. Without further ado, here's the next chapter!

As the countdown clock started, Zeke and I stood right next to the stage. Max always assigned us as the two who tell announcements and upcoming events to the rest of the youth group. It had been a while since it was someone else. Max always says it's because Zeke and I get along so well and play off each other, making our youth group seem a lot more real. Whatever.

I watch as the countdown hits zero and Zeke and I step up onto the stage, mics in hand. Zeke pretends he's some pop megastar and yells, "HELLO DAUNTLESS!"

I just roll my eyes and smile. "Hey guys, if you don't know us, I'm Tobias, and this knucklehead over here is Ezekiel."

"Ezekiel?" He gasps in mock horror. "I can't believe you."

I smirk. "Well anyway, we have a few things to tell you guys for the next few weeks. Zeke?"

He punches my arm. "Oh, so now you call me Zeke."

"Just say the announcements, Zeke."

"Fine, okay." He puts his bottom lip out for a second. "Take all the fun out of it."

"Zeke!"

"Right, right." He turns to the youth group and talks about the fundraiser that's coming up. Meanwhile I feel like I'm being watched. I mean, obviously I'm being watched, I'm on stage. But this is more like…studied.

"…Tobias?" I realize that Zeke has been poking my arm, and I've just zoned out. I give everyone a sheepish grin. "Sorry. Um, we have a huge youth conference coming up called Divergent. It has great speakers, amazing…" I trail off as I lock eyes with a blonde in the front row that I've never seen before. She has big blue eyes and shiny blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And she's staring at me. "Amazing…" I try to start again, but for some reason the words aren't coming out. I look at her for what seems like hours. She's beautiful.

Wait what?

I shake my head to clear it a little. "Great speakers, amazing worship, and can I tell you, the food is incredible." I playfully hit Zeke upside the head. "Obviously, you know which one of us is going to be pigging out the most."

We manage to finish announcements without any more weird pauses, but the girl is still imprinted into my brain. Was she one of the new people that Max was talking about? I sure hope so.

Argh, why am I thinking like this? She's just a random girl. She shouldn't be anything special to me.

Right?

I tune in just in time to hear Zeke say "I'm going to call the band members up here…" I quickly pick up my electric guitar and sling it over my shoulder. I'm glad I'm not singing tonight; I probably wouldn't be able to focus.

I glance at her one more time right before worship starts. I'm excited to see what she thinks about us.

A/N So obviously some foreshadowing for FourTris there, and I want you guys to know that I am going to keep their relationship clean. Sorry for anyone who's disappointed, but I am determined to keep it that way. Again, please review! I need criticism :P