Hey everybody! Well…I will not be continuing this story...

Haha! Just kidding! I would never give up on this story! Sorry for the long wait...I have been super busy...it's getting close to Christmas! Who else is excited!? I KNOW I AM!*&#^! &(*$() ^*2

Well…I have such a plugged up nose…I can barely breathe. It sucks. But I figured that I might as well use this time of uselessness to type something up for you guys! I apologize in advance for any mistakes I might make and if this doesn't make any sense. If you don't understand this, which could happen, I might come back and rewrite it when I can think straight. But hopefully that won't happen. Just let me know! Also, this cold that I have is causing my vision to go blurry. I don't have my contacts in either. Well…this should be interesting! Shall we begin?

I apologize in advance for any mistakes I might make and if this doesn't make any sense. If you don't understand this, which could happen, I might come back and rewrite it when I can think straight. It's late and I'm tired. That's never a good combination. I hope I don't make any MAJOR mistakes. Hopefully that won't happen. But if it does, just let me know! Also, this cold that I have is causing my vision to go blurry. I don't have my contacts in either. Well…this should be interesting! Shall we begin?

Disclaimer: If I owned Divergent, I would be writing a different ending for Allegiant right now. Where CERTAIN people LIVE. But since I am NOT Veronica Roth, that only happen in my dreams. Good day.

Chapter 12

Tris POV

I wake up the next morning to the beeping of my alarm. I feel so tired…but last night was worth it. Wasn't it? I think so. I peek through my window and look just in time to see Four disappear from his room. Probably to eat or something.

I get up and make sure that my dye is still in my hair. It's a little faded, but I don't feel like doing it over again, so I leave it be.

I get dressed in black skinny jeans, a black jean jacket, black t-shirt, and a black tennis shoes. I still don't dress up as much as some girls do, but I really don't care. They can think whatever they want. If they say anything about it though, they can taste a nice fist to their face.

I slide down the railing down the stairs and see Tori making breakfast, just like always. She turns around and smiles at me. "I see your calf is doing better?" she says. I almost forgot about that. I guess it is…I mean, I can't feel it. There will probably be another scar there though. I nod my head at Tori. "Sit down at the table. I made eggs and bacon."

I follow her order and sit down. She sets a plate full of eggs and bacon in front of me. "You have to eat at least 4 bites of each. You didn't have anything for supper yesterday. Also, you only ate half an apple for lunch yesterday. Now eat. I'm not budging," she tells me. I sigh. Of course she noticed I didn't eat anything for supper yesterday. But who told her I ate only half an apple? Oh well.

I take exactly 4 bites of each and look up hopefully at Tori. She sighs. "Really Tris? Can you please take one more bite?" I cock my head to the side and give her a look as if to say, "I did what you told me to do." She throws her head back in frustration and huffs. "Fine. You can go. It's good enough, and I know that I won't be able to get you to eat anymore," she says as she rolls her eyes.

Tori is such a little kid sometimes. It's quite funny watching her get frustrated or flustered. That's why I like to do it so much. But I get her frustrated playfully. It's not pretty when she actually gets angry. Kinda like me.

I run upstairs and see that I still have 10 minutes to spare. I brush my teeth and hair and then flop onto my bed. I am so tired, but I tell myself not to fall asleep. I get off my bed so it decreases my chances of falling asleep.

I look out my window and see Four standing there watching me. "You tired too?" he mouths. I nod my head. "Me too. Wanna ride to school?" he asks me. I guess a ride to school would be nice. I nod my head and mouth, "Sure." He grabs his book bag and mouths to me, "I'll be there in five." I nod my head as I watch him disappear, once again, downstairs.

I go downstairs as well and grab my stuff. I do a double check to make sure I have everything. Book bag. Check. Books. Check. Pencil. Check. My necklace. Check.

I have everything. I sit down on the couch and mess with my necklace. It says to be brave. The last words that my mother told me. This necklace is the last thing of her that I have to hold on to. It's kind of funny how this bracelet matches Dauntless standards. It has flames, their logo, and the words "Be Brave" on it, their purpose. Well…part of their purpose.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. It's probably Four. I get off the couch and walk over to it. I open it up and sure enough, there stands Four. "You ready?" he asks me. I haven't told Tori that I got a ride with Four yet. I shake my head and point inside. He looks confused for a second then asks me, "Tori?" I nod my head. He pokes his head inside and yells, "TORI! I'm taking Tris to school! Bye!" He is so loud! I think anyone in a 10 mile radius could hear that. I hear her yell back, "OK FOUR! BYE YOU TWO! TRIS! MAKE SURE YOU DON'T RUN OFF TODAY!" I feel the heat rush to my cheeks and look down and shut the door behind me. Four is laughing. I glare at him. But I smile a second later to show that I'm just playing.

We head out to his car and I slip inside his passenger seat. I throw my book bag in the back seat as Four gets in. I lean my head on the window and close my eyes, thankful for the moment of peace I have before school starts. Before the normal Dauntless chaos begins.

We ride to school in silence, but it isn't an awkward silence. I think we are both just super tired from last night. Especially me. My fist still throbs from when I punched the wall.

Next thing I know we are pulling up into the school parking lot. I can't say I'm too thrilled to be here, but then again, nobody but the Erudite really are. Probably not even the Amity. At least I have Four and Christina to help make the day less painful.

I get out of the car and grab my book bag and walk in the school with Four. Just like I thought. The Dauntless are running around the hallways screaming at the top of their lungs. C-H-A-O-S. Chaos. Most people would walk in and try to send us straight to a mental hospital. But for me it's different. This…calms me. It drowns out all of my thoughts and replaces them with laughter, screaming, and the sound of running footsteps. And I can actually relax. I could get used to this. In fact, I think I already am.

Four and I push through some of the crowd, trying to get to our lockers. As we are walking through, I see a few people-three to be exact- walking towards me and Four. Two of them are guys and one of them is a girl. They walk in a trio. I know they aren't going to be the best people after looking at them, so I just put my head down and just keep walking. I count down the seconds until we pass by each other, praying that nothing too bad will happen.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. As we walk by each other, I feel myself lose balance and fall to the floor. My things fly everywhere. Everyone in a close proximity stops talking and comes over to watch. At first, I am embarrassed and can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. But I still ignore the trio, trying not to become any more embarrassed and start to pick my stuff up. It doesn't even take a second for Four to come down and help me gather my things. Then I hear one of them talk. It's the one in the front. "Ah. Look at Four. He's helping the little runaway black headed idiot pick up her things. How sweet."

At this comment I can feel some more heat in my cheeks, but now it is out of anger. How dare he bring Four into this! It would be one thing if it was just me, but when you mess with someone I care about, then you are about to see something ugly. I clench my fists wanting to punch him so badly, but I force myself to hold back a little while longer, continuing to pick up my stuff. Apparently, the same guy saw me do this and starts laughing.

"Aw…does the little stiff care about Four? Is she getting mad?" he says. I feel Four tense up beside me and look over. He is giving the guy a death glare. Man if looks could kill…

Four starts to get up, but I hold out my arm to stop him from getting up. I don't bother to look over at him, but I know that he is probably confused. My blood is boiling right now out of anger. I think that I already spent enough time being weak. Now is the time to show people not to mess with me.

I slowly stand up. And although I am probably 3 inches shorter than him, I know that I could kick his ass. He arches his eyebrow and just laughs. "Oh no! The stiff is coming after me! Oh no! What will I ever do!? Someone save me!" he says in a very sarcastic tone. After this comment a lot of people laugh. But not me.

I raise my fist up and swing as hard as I can at his nose. I did it so fast that if you blinked, you would have probably missed it. I hear a satisfying crunch. The impact knocks him off the ground and he starts crying. What a baby. He is grabbing his very bloody nose and rolling around. Finally, after a couple of minutes, his little musketeers help him up and start to take him somewhere. Nurse's office I presume.

I finally look up at everybody around and see that their eyes are open wide. Then one of them starts to clap. Pretty soon, the whole circle is clapping for me. I guess no one liked him that much. I don't blame them. He is annoying and acts like a little brat.

I hate the clapping though. I mean, it really isn't necessary. If nobody has stood up to him by now, then they are all idiots. I have always hated a bunch of attention anyways. It makes me uncomfortable. So I grab my stuff out of Four's hands and push my way out of the circle with Four right behind me.

"Tris…I didn't know you could do that! That's awesome! I'm pretty sure that little brat's nose is broken. Maybe that will shut him up for a while," he says to me. Now, from any other person I would've taken that as an insult. I mean, I hate being thought of as weak, even if I know I am, so when somebody underestimates me I get pretty mad. But I know Four doesn't underestimate me. He knows that I can punch through a wall if I tried, so I know that he's just giving me a compliment. So I turn around, smile, and mouth, "I hope so." Four laughs at this.

I finally get to my locker. I open it up and realize that I don't have any of the stuff I need for any of my afternoon classes. Oh well. It's only the second day. I doubt they gave us anything TOO important. I pull my schedule out and put it in my binder that way I can carry it around in case Christina is gone or something and can't show me the way to one of the classrooms.

"Hey Tris, I'm gonna go over to my locker. Ok?" I hear Four say to me. I nod my head yes. He squeezes one of my shoulders before he walks off, and I feel little sparks running through that shoulder to the rest of my body. This is the second to third time I've felt this. But it only happens when Four touches me though, not with anyone else. But I shake the feeling off and start collecting my things once again.

"Hey…Tris right? Friends with Christina, Marlene, Shauna, and Four?" someone says next to me. This surprises me so much that I jump back and almost hit my head on the back of my locker door. "Whoa! Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! I tend to do that to people. But you are Tris right? And you're friends with all the people I just listed that I don't feel like listing off again?" no name says. I look up at him and nod slowly. No name suddenly grins really big. "Hey I'm Uriah. You sat with us at lunch yesterday. Remember me?" he asks me.

Come to think of it, I do remember him sitting there. I nod again. "Cool! But anyways. Are you gonna sit with us again today?" Uriah asks. I think I will…I mean Tori said to give them a chance and when I gave Christina and Four a chance, I did not regret it. I think it will be the same way with Shauna, Marlene, and Uriah, although I can't be sure. They seem pretty cool though. So why not? And once again, I nod. "Cool! See you at lunch Tris!" Uriah says, before running off to who knows where.

I turn back to my locker but not even ten seconds later I am interrupted, AGAIN, by squealing. I know it's Christina. She's the only one who would squeal like that. I throw my head back and roll my eyes. I swear I can't even get one moment of peace around here!

Suddenly, I feel myself being tackled in a hug. I tense up since it's been a while since I've been hugged by someone that isn't family…not including Tori or Four. I see dark brown hair and incredibly tan skin and know that it's still Christina. I instantly relax and hug back. But just for a couple of seconds. Then I push her off. It doesn't faze her though. "OH MY GOSH! I'm so glad you're ok Tris! I was so worried yesterday! Thank goodness someone found you or I would've had a heart attack! Where did you go anyways?!" she yells all in one breath. I thought it was impossible to talk that fast…until now.

After a couple of seconds she asks me again, "So…where did you go?" I just shrug my shoulders. There is no way I'm telling her. I don't want anybody else to know about it. Well….except for Four I guess. I can't really help that he found it before I did. She narrows her eyes and glares at me, but doesn't push the subject. Thank goodness.

"Well….since I see that you won't tell me where you went, at least tell me who found you. Surely one of us did!" she asks next. I guess there isn't any harm in telling her who found me, as long as she doesn't ask where he found me. So I turn around and find Four, who is still at his locker. But he is also talking to someone who looks almost exactly like Uriah but isn't Uriah. I wonder if he is related to him.

I point my finger at Four. Christina follows my finger and asks, "Zeke?" So that's what his name is. I shake my head. "Four did?" she asks. I nod this time. "Oh okay. Did he take you home?" I nod my head yes again. "Good. I'm so happy you're safe! I was so worried!" she yells. Just then, the bell rings. Saved by the bell.

Christina starts to walk to first hour, and I start to follow her. Just then, Four joins us. He doesn't say a word, but it's not really needed. We have the same first class so why not just walk together? It's just common sense. Nothing special.

Christina starts walking faster and faster to class, and I don't know why. Then she starts to jog. I look towards the classroom and see a boy by the door, just walking in. Christina reaches him and plays it off like she just arrived at the same time as him. When they see each other, big smiles light up their faces. I bet that's her boyfriend or something. If not, then they just have really big crushes on each other and neither has made a move yet.

Since Christina left us behind, it's just Four and I walking through the hallways. I don't know why this makes me nervous. I shouldn't be nervous. It's just Four. But maybe I'm nervous because of my little 'episode' last night. Or maybe it's because he's breaking down my walls faster than I can put one piece of it together. And that scares me. But maybe it's because he got me really close to talking. Or maybe it's because I am afraid that he will just use me and leave me in the dirt after he gets what he wants…whatever that may be.

Or maybe because of his personality. He is so selfless, brave, encouraging, kind, smart, observant, but is very mysterious. I know that I don't deserve him as a friend. He's too good for me. Yesterday, last night, and this morning proved it. And I want to make sure that he knows that he should just get on with his life because being my friend is surely going to put his social status rate down. But I am so caught up in him. His dark-blue eyes, his dark brown hair, his height, his masculinity, and his almost-never-smiling face. If you would take a look at him, you would expect him to be some sort of jock. But he has proved me wrong. So wrong.

And maybe that's why I'm nervous. Because I don't deserve him. Not one bit. And yet, I still am accepting his friendship. And as much as I don't want to admit it, I enjoy being around him. And not like Christina, Shauna, Marlene, or even Uriah. Like how I felt around Eric when he and I first got together. Like happiness, fun…like no one in the world will ever ruin that moment. Except Four's company is better. I know that he would never do anything even remotely close to what Eric did to me. Every time we are wrapped in each other's arms, my heart starts beating faster, and I feel safe. I feel happy. I feel special. And that's saying a lot. But once he's gone, I go back to being ugly, broken, stupid old me. I wish I could always feel the way I do when I'm with Four. But that will never happen. Not when my nightmares are my reality. Not with my mistakes.

I am still thinking when I hear Four trying to talk to me. He must have been trying for quite a while, because he is now snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Earth to Tris! Tris!" he's saying. I snap out of my thoughts and look up at him. "You were in your own little world for a couple of minutes there…are you ok?" I nod. I mean…if I wasn't with him then I wouldn't be ok at all. Even now, I'm not completely ok. "What were you thinking about?" he asks me. I am never going to tell him that. That would be too embarrassing. So I just shrug my shoulders. He shakes his head and keeps walking towards the classroom.

I'm just gonna skip to when the bell rings for lunch...because I know most of you already go through this every day...so I'm just saving you the boringness!

Tori's class was pretty fun. Just like her usual self. We got to draw, or talk, or play games or whatever we wanted, AGAIN, because, as she said, "It's still only the second day back for you guys. I don't want to make it any more dreadful then it has to be." Everyone loves her.

So I just listened to conversations between Shauna, Marlene, and Christina, while I only made motions if I needed to. Whenever they brought up shopping or something, Four and I would give each other looks when they weren't looking like, "Are they seriously talking about this again?" or, "I wanna bang my head against the table over and over again until I pass out, just so I don't have to listen to this." It was quite funny actually. Some faces we made were right behind their backs. I would do something like put up a finger gun to Christina's head, but the girls were so engaged in their conversation that they didn't even acknowledge us.

About 10 seconds before the bell rang, we both put our faces right next to Marlene and Christina's faces and it wasn't until the bell rang that they seemed to snap out of their trance and push us off, and while looking at us like we were the craziest people on Earth. And maybe we are.

Right now, the girls are walking ahead of Four and me. Just like this morning. I look up at Four and see a mischievous smile forming on his face. He looks down at me and I narrow my eyes playfully and cock my head to the side. Hopefully he gets that I want to know what he's up to. He must have, but he just tilts his head to the side, pointed to where the girls are walking. They seem to be engaged in conversation again and I suddenly know what Four is planning. A mischievous smile grows on my face also as I look back up at him. We both walk up behind them and start.

I start to take stuff out of Christina's book bag, such as her lotion, make-up bag, hairbrush, pencil, and her phone. I stuff them into my bag and move on to Shauna's. I open up her front pocket and take her pencils, pens, keys, phone, and hand sanitizer.

I walk back behind them a couple of paces back and join Four. He is smiling and pulls stuff out of his book bag. I look at it and find Marlene's phone, pencil, make-up, and her little hand mirror. I grin and get out the stuff I took. I can see him eying everything and laughs when he sees Shauna's keys. After that, we both stick the stuff in our book bags and wordlessly agree to keep them just so we both can see how long it will take them to figure out that their stuff is gone. I don't think Shauna will notice her keys are gone until the end of the day. But who knows?

We go into the lunch line, well, Four does. I go get an apple again. I don't plan on eating much again today. I had a big breakfast. Well…to me anyways. And once again, I wait for Four. In less than 5 minutes, he is out of the line and we walk together to the table. I take a seat across from Christina, and between Uriah and Four.

Uriah starts talking to me. "Hey Tris! What's up?" I just shrug my shoulders. I swear, he is more talkative than Christina…and that's bad. "The silent treatment huh?" he says. It's either he really wasn't paying attention this morning when I wasn't talking, or he was just ignoring it. "Ya…well two can play at that game Miss Tris!" he exclaims. I scoff. Yeah right. He isn't gonna last ten minutes. I roll my eyes at him. And I'm right. He only lasts for five minutes "Whatever," he states. I still haven't eaten any of my apple. Four is looking at me weirdly. I see everyone at the table eating their cake like it's the best thing in the world.

So I take that moment as a victory and when Uriah isn't looking, I reach over and steal his cake. I start to eat it. But I only get a couple of bites in before Uriah notices. "HEY!" he yells. "THAT WAS MY CA-," he starts to say, but I cut him off by putting my finger to his lips and take another bite in front of him. He starts whining like a little dog. I roll my eyes and give him an "Are you serious?" look. It seems like this got the gang's attention, because they all start to laugh.

After knowing that I won't be giving the cake up any time soon, he starts making faces at me. I raise my eyebrows and take another bite of the cake. It is REALLY good cake. The best I've had in fact. It tastes like fluffy chocolateness. I keep watching Uriah make faces and eventually, they get so ridiculous that I have to smile. "YES! I GOT TRIS TO SMILE!" Uriah yells. And I guess he's right. He hasn't seen me smile. I haven't smiled at someone other than Tori, Four, or Christina. I haven't smiled in a while. And it feels good.

Obviously satisfied, he turns back and joins the conversation again. I take a couple of bites before I am really full and put the other half of the cake back on Uriah's plate. Pretty soon, he turns back and sees the cake. "Thanks Tris!" He says, then stuffs the whole rest of his cake in his mouth. "Mmmmm…" he says. I put the apple into my book bag and decide to save it for lunch tomorrow.

About five minutes later the bell rings again and I gather my stuff and start towards chemistry with Mrs. Matthews. So excited! Note the sarcasm.

Once again, I will skip to free period. Remember that it is the last hour of her schedule.

By the time the sixth bell has rung, I am tired and ready to go back home. Besides, it's free period, so no one will notice my absence. So I plan on going to Tori and asking her if I can walk home. So I scrawl out a quick note and start walking to the art room, hoping that's where she will be.

While I am walking there, I see Four. I forgot he has free period too. He's ahead of me so I start to jog up to him. Four must have heard my footsteps because he turns around, stops, and waits for me to catch up. "Hey Tris. Where are you going?" he asks me. I first point to the art building, then hand him the note. He reads it, gives it back to me and says, "That's a good idea. I'll probably ask the same thing." I nod my head in response and we continue walking.

Once we get there, I see Tori at the front of the room. I run up to her, and knowing that it's just Four there, I give her a quick hug. Then I hand her the note. She reads it then says, "Ok….I guess you can go home. You've completed all of your classes anyways. Why not?" She signs it then turns to Four. "You too Four?" she asks. He nods. "Ok, I will write you a note too."

When she gives him the note back he tells her thanks and we both walk out towards the parking lot. I am planning on just walking home. It's only about a mile. To me, it's not that far. So while Four starts walking to his car, I walk on the sidewalk. I hear him yell, "And where do you think you're going? Get back over here! You are not walking home!" I sigh and start walking to Four. I should've known he wasn't going to let that slide. Why'd I even try again?

I get to his car and slip in. I throw my stuff in the back again and he starts up the car. He starts driving and I rest my head on the window. I just now realized how tired I really am. Last night's events really caught up with me. I usually get at least four hours of sleep….not just two or three.

Before I know it, we are back in front of my house. I turn to Four and mouth "Thanks." He smiles and says, "No problem. Anytime." I then lean forward and give him a hug. He wraps his arms around me also, and we sit there for a few minutes. Eventually, we pull back, but when we do, I feel cold. I shake off the feeling and flash Four another smile, then get out of the car. I grab my stuff from the back and walk up to my house. I turn once I am at the front door and wave at Four. He waves back.

I walk in, go to my room, check my hair dye, and am relieved to see that it is still fully in. Just a tiny bit faded, but you could only tell if you knew it wasn't my natural hair. Just like this morning. So I put on some shorts, a t-shirt, and climb into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I am out like a light.

GUYS! I FEEL SO BAD! I would've updated earlier today, but my internet was down and I could just now upload it. I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I really have no other excuses than the Junior High girls basketball Tournament. And school. I can't believe I haven't updated since over 3 weeks ago! I hope this chapter makes up for a little bit of it. I hope to update sooner than I did this time. But I really have to go! I have science, math, and American History tests that I need to study for that will be over the next couple of days. And I have a piano recital that I need to work on! But before I go, I just wanna know…how old do you think I am? Just so you know…it is above 5th grade. 6th grade and up can be your guesses! I just am curious. But now my mom is yelling at me to get to bed…so BYE!

Oh- And if you're the guest kizzykat, I used your idea in this chapter! Thanks! And also a shout out to WishUponAFangirl! She gave me a great idea also! Thanks you two! Can my review goal be 80? I hope it isn't too much! Well my mom is in here now...she wants the computer. Bye! Thanks for all my favorites, followers, readers, and reviewers!:)