TRIS POV

Leaving school, I walk down the street, like I do every day. But when I get home, I see their cars in the driveway. God, I hate my life sometimes.

They are my brother, Caleb's, asshole friends; Four, Zeke, Uriah, Shauna, Lauren, Marlene, Al, Peter, Molly, Drew, and Will. They are constantly teasing and bullying me. They have been since the sixth grade. Will and Marlene and a few of the others aren't bad; they don't actually say or do anything, but they don't always stand up for me, either.

I stop in front of the door and take a breath before I step in, trying to be as quiet as possible, and praying for them to be in his room. I have no luck whatsoever. They are actually sitting on our stairs by the foyer.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath.

"Hey, fat ass," one says, I think it is Shauna or Molly. I'm not actually fat, but none of them—even my brother—has seen me in anything but a sweat shirt and loose jeans since sixth grade.

I ignore her and try to get past them to go to my room, but they don't let me through.

"Where are you going?" Four taunts.

"None of your damn business," I say.

"Beatrice! Watch your language!" Caleb shouts.

I laugh and roll my eyes, "Okay, first of all, dear brother, my name is not Beatrice. And second of all, you are NOT my father, don't you dare tell me what to do. I'm sixteen fucking years old."

They all look shocked. Good.

"Oooh," Christina says from behind me, "Tris is getting a mouth! I love it!"

I laugh and thank god that she is here.

Walking away from Caleb's group of idiots, I boost myself up on the stairs and flip up onto them, quickly followed by Christina. I don't look back, but I hear a few, "Damn," ('s) and I hear Will say, "You really have no reason to be mean to her. She never did anything to you."

Marlene says something, but I don't really hear it. I just know that she agreed with him.

When I get to my room with Christina, she bursts out laughing and says, "That was amazing!"

I just smile in response and reach for the key pad under my sheet on the side of my bed. I type in the code, press the button inside, and grab the key out of it before walking into my closet. The button lifts up a wall that separates my closet from a door. Putting the key in the door, I open it and Christina walks in. This is more like my room than my actual room. It's more like a house. It has a connected bathroom with a shower/bath, sink, and vanity. The actual room part has a bed, mini fridge, cupboards, shelves, a flat screen TV, a walk-in closet, a microwave, a pantry, and it even has an oven. In the closet are more than half of my clothes, too. Christina looks at me. "So, I think Will likes you," she says, a glint in her eyes.

"Um, no," I tell her.

"Um, yes," she persists.

"Christina, none of them like me. He is just not being an asshole about it."

"Because he likes you," she explains.

I sigh and shake my head.

"Wait!" she yells, "Let's go shopping!"

"With what, Christina," I ask, "I'm broke!"

"Caleb's credit card, DUH!"

"This is why I love you," I say.

"I know!"

"Let's call Lynn."

"Definitely," she agrees.

~xXx~

Four hours later, we come back from the mall with over twenty bags. We went to Aéropostale, Hollister, Abercrombie and Fitch, Papaya, DSW, Forever 21, Love Culture, and 17th Street. Yeah, most of them are girly, but they have some pretty cute clothes and they definitely have the look I'm trying to get. We also went to Walgreens and got turquoise Splat hair dye.

After we ombre the ends of my hair, Christina has to go. I look through the clothes and fall in love. Christina took Lynn home to her house after she dropped me off, but she came back to help with my hair. I am supposed to meet them in about a half hour.

I hang the clothes up in my secret closet because if my brother saw them, he'd probably freak out and throw them away. I have a washing machine and dryer in there, too, so he won't be able to do it when they're dirty. I put on a crop top and black ombred shorts that I just bought, but I change out of the crop top because it's long sleeved and seventy degrees.

I decide on a teal-ish green tank top that also crops. It ends in a diamond about two inches above my pierced belly button.

I have a lot of piercings and tattoos, but they're always covered up. I have a tragus, helix, forward helix, and three lobe piercings in my left ear and only the three in my lobe on my right ear. I have the infinity sign tattooed on my right hip bone, a patch of flames enclosed in a circle on the left side of my neck, and a patch of three ravens flying towards my heart on my collar bone.

I apply dark eyeliner to my eyes and I put on a pair of black flats, grab my over-night bag, and am about to go downstairs to leave for Christina's when I am stopped by Caleb.

"What in God's name are you wearing?"

"Umm…clothes!" Everybody around him starts to laugh a little after they get over their initial shocked reaction. I never stand up to my brother, let alone look like this doing it.

I look down and notice that my shorts are so short that the pockets hang out at the bottom. They have rips at the top and look like something that you'd see a hooker wearing. I'm only wearing them to piss him off, so I don't mind.

I walk closer to the front door.

"Where are you going? And what did you do to your body? What are mom and dad gonna say when they find out?"

"To see my friends; and they already know. I've had all of this done for the past two years. You've been too busy with your dumbass friends to notice. I just did my hair, but I think it looks fucking awesome, so I don't give a damn what you think."

"Ha, okay, like you have friends, first of all. Don't lie to me. And even if you did, I would not allow you to see them looking like…that!"

"I would not allow you to see them looking like that," I mock him in my deepest voice.

"Beatrice, stop! You are acting like a child!"

That decides it. Hearing 'Beatrice' just destroyed the small amount of self-control I had not thirty seconds ago. "My name is not FUCKING Beatrice! And DO NOT tell me that I'm acting like a child! You were telling me not to dress like 'that.' Well, like what, Caleb? Like a whore? Like all of the girls you fuck? How, Caleb, can I possibly be a whore, like I know you're thinking, if it's impossible for anyone to like me; to be attracted to me? If everyone thinks I'm so ugly, how can I be a whore? You know what, Caleb," I say, noticing the appalled look on his face, "Fuck you. You're not my dad, you can't tell me what to do, and you can't tell me what to wear. I'm not taking your shit anymore. Go fuck yourself."

And with that sudden outburst, I fast walk out of the door and slam it as hard as I can. I walk to Christina's house and knock on the door about 300 times. No one answers, so I decide they're upstairs. I climb the tree closest to Christina's bedroom window and knock on it. She opens it immediately and apologizes for not opening the door downstairs.

I climb through the window and collapse on the bed. This has been a long day.

FOUR POV: (from when Tris got to the house until present)

When Caleb's sister walks through the door, I hear her mutter, "Shit," when she sees us. I have always hated her. She is awful.

"Hey, fat ass," Molly says. I laugh. It's true. Tris definitely isn't skinny.

We are sitting on the stairs, so when she tries to get through to her room, we block her path.

"Where are you going?" I taunt.

"None of your damn business," she says. That catches me off guard. She usually doesn't react at all.

"Beatrice! Watch your language!" Caleb shouts. I know that she's damn annoying, but she is, like, sixteen years old. She isn't a toddler.

She laughs and rolls her eyes, "Okay, first of all, dear brother, my name is not Beatrice. And second of all, you are NOT my father, don't you dare tell me what to do."

We all look shocked. First time ever that she's even reacted and she's already arguing back. She's just full of surprises today.

"Oooh," Christina says from behind her, "Tris is getting a mouth! I love it!" Caleb does not…obviously. Christina is hot, but she's also damn annoying. I don't even remember why. Guilt by association, I guess.

Tris laughs.

Walking away from us, she boosts herself up on the stairs and flips onto them, quickly followed by Christina. Where did she learn how to do that? It's not like she has any muscle she can use! She doesn't look back. I'm sure she hears a few people muttering, "Damn," but I don't know what else she hears.

Will says, "You really have no reason to be mean to her. She never did anything to you." Um, yeah she did. She…well…she's just really annoying. There doesn't need to be another reason.

Marlene agrees with Will, "Yeah, you really are jerks to her. You call her fat and ugly, but you've never even seen her in anything but a sweatshirt and loose jeans." It's true, but I mean, you don't just look like that. Either she's wearing three hundred layers, or she's fat.

When Tris walks down the stairs, my mouth drops open. She's wearing a green tank top that ends in a point about two inches above her pierced belly button and torturously short shorts with holes at her thighs that are dyed black at the bottoms.

Wait, pierced bellybutton?

She has a lot of piercings and tattoos, but with the clothes she usually wears, I guess they're always covered up. She has six piercings in her left ear and only three in her right ear. She has the infinity sign tattooed on her right hip bone, a patch of flames enclosed in a circle on the left side of her neck, and a patch of three ravens flying toward her heart on her collar bone. Her hair ends in bright turquoise, which is new since the last time I saw her a few hours ago.

She is wearing dark eye makeup, when I've never even seen her wearing even concealer. Although, I guess I wouldn't know if she was wearing concealer. The most surprising thing about her, though, is her figure. I could probably put the tips of my fingers together on her stomach and wrap my hands all the way around her waist. She looks like she weighs no more than 105 pounds, but she has some muscle to her; she almost has a six-pac. It isn't intense, but I think that intense on girls is hella unattractive. Her boobs are at least a C-cup. Caleb looks like he might explode.

"What in God's name are you wearing?" he screams.

"Umm…clothes!" Everybody starts to laugh a little after we get over our initial shock. She never stands up to her brother, let alone look like this doing it. I mean, she looks like a hooker. I feel like it's only to piss Caleb off, but still.

She walks closer to the front door.

"Where are you going? And what did you do to your body? What are mom and dad going to say when they find out?" Caleb asks.

"To see my friends; and they already know. I've had all of this done for the past two years. You've been too busy with your dumbass friends to notice. I just did my hair, but I think it looks fucking awesome, so I don't give a damn what you think," she retorts.

"Ha, okay, like you have friends, first of all. Don't lie to me. And even if you did, I would not allow you to see them looking like…that!"

"I would not allow you to see them looking like that," she mocks him in a nasally voice. It's hard to hold back my laugh.

"Beatrice, stop! You are acting like a child!" he yells.

All of her self-control is gone at that point. "My name is not FUCKING Beatrice! And DO NOT tell me that I'm acting like a child! You were telling me not to dress like 'that.' Well, like what, Caleb? Like a whore? Like all of the girls you fuck? How, Caleb, can I possibly be a whore, like I know you're thinking, if it's impossible for anyone to like me; to be attracted to me? If everyone thinks I'm so ugly, how can I be a whore? You know what, Caleb," she says, probably noticing the appalled look on his face, "Fuck you. You're not my dad, you can't tell me what to do, and you can't tell me what to wear. I'm not taking your shit anymore. Go fuck yourself." Wow. Harsh.

She fast walks out of the door and slams it as hard as she possibly can. That was awkward.

Tris looked so damn hot. God, I would soo fuck her. Oh, god! Did I just think that I'd fuck my best friend's annoying little sister? Ew, no. But, seriously! That's it, though. Just physical. Right?

TRIS POV

When I walk through my door on Monday with Christina and Lynn, everybody is still there. We go upstairs before they can see us and sneak into my secret room. We almost get caught four times. When we make it onto my bed, finally, Lynn sighs and says, "God, I thought we wouldn't make it!"

"I know, right?" Christina responds.

I end up wearing black and white tribal print leggings, a white bandeau, and a black leather jacket with black suede 6-inch stilettos. Christina does my makeup and Lynn curls my hair in ringlets cascading around my shoulders. (Shoes *space*=period: www discountwomensdressshoes com/servlet/the-62392/Suede-Ankle-Strap-Peep/Detail?gclid=CKPEv5Dy8rwCFXAaOgodeVIAZQ) My eyes are a light bronze that appears to be almost natural. The dark eyeliner contrasts the bright red lipstick on my lips and the black and white of my outfit perfectly.

I go downstairs and Four pulls me to the side.

"Hey, Tris."

"Um, can you let go of me?"

"No, I just want to talk."

I laugh.

"Seriously," he says, "Just listen."

"Look, Four, you have made my life a living hell for the past six years! Teasing and bullying and blackmail and harassment all add up a little after six years, don't you think?" I try to pull away, but he holds tighter.

"Tris, I think I really like you." He smirks at me, but his eyes look almost sad.

"Yeah, well I really like you, too," I say with a flirtatious smile, even though I know he's lying.

"Really?" he asks, fake hope injected into his voice.

"NO! I really fucking hate you! LET GO!" I try to escape.

"Tris, please, I just want to try."

"Hell no! You really think that after years of tormenting me that when you decide I am hot enough, that you can flash your million dollar smile and win me over? That I'll just feel lucky enough that Four, the captain of the football team, hottest guy in school, wants me and I'll fall head over heels in love with you and then when you find somebody better and leave me in the dust that I won't care because you wanted me in the first place? Well, guess again. I will not be your charity case and I will always hate you! You are a worthless asshole who deserves nothing!" I rip myself from his grip and run to Christina and Lynn before he can grab me again.

Christina is smirking and I think I catch Lynn flip him off before we're out the door and in my car on our way to school.

"I really think I love the new you," Lynn tells me. I smile.

Then Christina adds, "The old you was pretty cool, but I love how bad ass you are now!"

Lynn nods. "You know we always have your back, right?"

"Yeah," I say, "but it's nice to handle things on my own once in a while."

"True, true," the both agree.