A/N Phew! You guys finally made it! Here's a chapter, as promised. Divergent is owned by Veronica Roth. Not me. I wish… Actually no, then I'd be extra guilty about a certain plot twist. *nudge nudge*

I climb into Mom's car. Caleb's not here yet, so I decide to take advantage of it and slide into the passenger seat.

Mom smiles at me. "How was youth group, sweetie? As good as it was back in Abnegation?"

Though the last bit with Marlene and Lynn definitely put a damper on the night, it doesn't hinder the truth. "It wasn't as good. It was so much better!"

Mom ruffles my hair. "That's my girl. Now where's my boy?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since you dropped us off at the beginning of the night."

Just then, we see Caleb coming out, a girl hanging off his arm and two boys surrounding him. I recognize one of them as Peter, the guy who confronted me and Christina. Immediately I feel angry towards my brother. Can't he see past Peter's façade?

Caleb climbs into the back of the car, all smiles as Mom presses the accelerator and we drive off. She makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. "Someone's popular."

Caleb leans back. "Oh yeah. Met some people today. Peter and Eric."

"Who was the girl?" I ask.

"Cara. She's great, Mom, you'd love her."

"Am I going to have to meet her in the future?" Mom arches an eyebrow.

He blushes. "We'll see."

I decide to confront Caleb about Peter right now, so that he can't back out. "So this Peter guy…you think he's nice?"

He shrugs. "I mean, I guess. Why?"

"He came up to me and started making jokes about me and my friend being homosexual, and then he started hitting on me. I don't think that's a good combination."

"Oh, Beatrice, let's be real," he said, rolling his eyes. "You were probably asking for it."

I felt my jaw drop. "What did you just say?"

My mom frantically looks at both of us. "Do you guys want to listen to some music or something?"

"Come on, as soon as you walked in there you were acting like a completely different person. Being so…free." Caleb's eyes narrow. "You weren't being yourself."

Anger begins to build up inside of me. "What's that supposed to mean? That I'm supposed to be locked in some cage of emotions the rest of my life? That I'm never supposed to show the real me, but be stuck in some costume that confines me? That 'being myself' means being someone completely different?"

Mom tries to interrupt again. "I don't think-"

"You don't know your place in this world, Beatrice. Girls are supposed to be quiet and studious. They're supposed to just cook dinner, do the dishes, wash the clothes, and take care of the children. They don't talk without someone else's consent. They don't dance with friends. AND THEY ESPECIALLY DON'T TALK BACK TO THEIR OLDER BROTHERS!" He crosses his arms, fuming, as dead silence fills the car. I can't believe my own brother is saying these things. I never knew he thought this way.

Mom pulls the car over to the side of the road. "Caleb. Take a walk."

"What?"

"We're close enough to our house where you can safely walk there. And I have no doubts that your pure masculinity can protect you as well." Her mouth is pressed into a firm line. I think Caleb forgot that there was another woman in the car.

Caleb got out with a huff and slammed the door. Mom looked at me and smirked. "The boy needs to refine his words a little."

I force a smile and then stare out the window as she resumes driving. Caleb's words are still bouncing around in my mind. Maybe he has a point.

"Don't even think about it, Beatrice." I jump. Did she read my mind or something?

Mom laughs. "I'm almost exactly like you. I know how I would react." Her face grows serious as we pull up to the house. "Honey, I know this past year has been hard on you, and you've been so brave." She cups my face with her cheek comfortingly. "I know he doesn't show it, but Andrew loves you. He really does." I sigh and get out of the car. I'm not in the mood to discuss Dad right now.

I drop my Bible on my nightstand and take my phone out of my bag. There's a text.

Hello, this is your conscience speaking

I freak out for a little while before I remember that I gave my phone to Christina. Phew. I don't know what I would have done if it was Peter.

T: Hey Christina what's up?

C: Nmu?

T: My brother was being all weird in the car…sexist, too

C: um nooooo you don't just do that, tris's bro! what did he say?

T: how im supposed to be all housewifey and stuff

C: ugh. I would hate that.

T: ikr. wish u were there!

C: oh btw, what's up with u and Tobias?

Tobias? What does he have to do with anything?

T: Uh, I have no idea. what are you talking about?

C: ur in denial, but nothing misses these eyes ^_^

Okay, this is getting strange. I have no idea what she's talking about.

T: Seriously chris, what's going on? I don't have a clue

C: you guys seemed pretty friendly today in the library today, aaaand he forgot to text all of us

Oh, that's what she's talking about.

T: lololol you think we're an item? that's the funniest thing I've ever heard, seriously

C: well you haven't said im wrong yet!

T: I'll put you to rest. he was just explaining some stuff to me, about relying on God's strength. it definitely helped me a lot

C: ooooh, mentoring. that seems suspicious.

T: oh yeah? because I think there's a certain Will who has caught YOUR eye :P

I smirk when she takes longer to reply. Gotcha, Christina!

C: whatever, this isn't about me anyway. it's about you.

T: is it? cuz you haven't taken my word for anything so far!

C: Tobias doesn't just talk like that to anyone, you know.

Her suddenly serious comment takes me by surprise.

T: Uh what? him and zeke seem pretty close

C: zeke and him are different, they've been friends since their diaper days and they have a little bromance thing going on xD but he doesn't really talk to anyone else

T: but he's in the band and he's a student leader, right?

C: yep. I don't know how he does it. whenever I try and talk to him, he's kind of closed.

He's probably just introverted.

T: He's probably just introverted.

I have to say, I like this whole speaking my mind deal with Dauntless.

C: Yeah, that's what I thought. That's what everyone thought. But then u had to come and prove us all wrong ;P

When I don't reply for a second, she sends another text.

C: You wouldn't mind if I gave him ur #, would you?

I feel this weird sensation that whatever I text back Christina, whatever decision I make, will affect my life forever. But that's ridiculous. It's not as if a text decides my future. Yet I still feel a voice prodding inside my head, this moment is significant.

T: Sure. I mean, why not?

C: Great! Well I gtg but see you church on Sunday! byeeeee

I put my phone on top of my Bible and lean back on my pillow. I hope I made the right choice.

A/N I don't know about you, but I can practically SEE the FourTris heading toward us! Also, I know this chapter was less God-oriented and more filler but I hope that's okay. Thanks for reading! Please review, as always J Are two reviews too much to ask? I don't think so. You have your work cut out for you!