Hey guys! I'm so excited to continue this story! So, without any further ado, and nothing else to say ;P Here's chapter two!

I own none of the characters in this story, they have been previously claimed by a Miss Veronica Roth :'(

Tris POV:

And with that, we stood at the top of the stairs, gaining all eyes on us, and took our steps into my parent's party. This was going to be a looong night.

I was the first to walk down the stairs, motioning for my friends to do the same. Almost everyone was here, and it was only 7:30. The party started at seven. Making my way through the crowds, I was stopped almost every second to say hello to people who I didn't know, but apparently knew me. I hate how that works. They know every detail about your stupid life, and you don't even know or recall their names. The whole, "How are you?", "You've gotten so big!", "Such a beautiful young lady..", "I bet all the boys are after you!", and on and on and on. I recognised maybe two people, being my father's brother, my Unlce Max, and his wife, my Aunt Alison. They flew in from California to attend the party.

"Beatrice! My, how you've grown! You are such a lady now, look at you! You are a replica of your mother.." she smiles and hugs me. I told you everyone says the same thing.. I nod and agree, even though I find that hilarious. I don't look like my mother, let alone either of my parents. My mother has dark wavy hair, a full nose, and green/hazel eyes. My father has his light auburn hair, a sharp nose, and deep blue eyes. Caleb looks like a perfect mix of them, with his light brown hair and perfect green eyes. I however, have light blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, with a small pointed nose.

"Aunt Alison, what a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting you and Uncle Max to be here." I said. I hated my tone, I haven't used formality in about a year. "What brings you to this fine event tonight?" I ask, curiosity sparking my mind.

"Oh, your mother invited us, says she has a surprise lined up for later tonight. She invited the whole family! Isn't that right Maxwell?" she inquired in my uncle.

"Of course," he said, sipping his champagne. I nodded and excused myself, mostly to find my friends. I wonder what the surprise is, I ask myself. She never mentioned any surprise earlier.

I was wandering around, small talk between me and my parents friends keeping me from seeing any sign of my friends. I gave up in the living room, sitting with one leg over the other like a 'proper lady,' and texted Christina.

Where are you? I waited for an answer, and got one two minutes later.

In the kitchen, wbu? She replied.

In the main living room, stay there I'm coming. When that sent, I made my way through the crowd again, eventually getting to the kitchen where my friends were sitting around the bar. I laughed, we were all legal to drink, and did so at almost every event possible.

"Hey sexy lady!" Uriah exclaimed at my arrival. "You look amazing! You all do," he finished. Uriah play-flirted with everyone. He was such a dork.

"Thank you Uriah, you as well." I laughed. My formal tone obviously caught people off guard, because Zeke was the first to gape at me.

"Where did Tris go?" he laughed, "I have never in my life heard you talk like that. You sound so, old." he said with a smile on his face.

"Sorry. I've been talking like that all night and I sort of got pushed back into it. You all know about my upbringing." I shrugged. "Here, I'll try again. Ahem. Sup guys how's the booze?" I asked popping a hip to one side. Everyone laughed, except for a boy who I've never seen before. I'm guessing this is Four. He was very cute. Stop that! I yelled at myself. We swore off dating after the whole fiasco with Peter. Peter was my senior of high school to freshman of college boyfriend, and it didn't end up too well. Number one, he was abusive, mentally and physically, and number two, I caught him cheating on me with some senior not even two weeks into college. I still had a scar across my hip and stomach from when he got drunk one night. I refused to have sex sith him, and he slit me with a pocket knife he had. I actually kind of loved him, and he hurt me. I have no clue why I stayed with him so long, but it was probably because he threatened to reveal my identity to the whole college campus if I ever thought about leaving him. It was the only college I got into by myself, and I wasn't going to risk that just because I didn't like him anymore. Eventually I decided I didn't give a shit, and broke up with him. He never told anybody, and I'm pretty happy about it. Even if he did, I don't think I would've cared at this point.

Returning back to my conversation with my friends, I asked Uriah to get me a glass of champagne. I didn't want hard alcohol, not tonight. If Mother and Father saw me drunk or with a drink tonight, I would get the 'don't become an alcoholic' speech. Again. I never had a problem, it was my mother's mother.

"Awe come on Tris, you know you want a beer." Uriah said smiling. "Anyone else while I'm at it?" he asked, taking orders. Christina, Marlene, Lynn, Shauna, and I got champagne, while Uriah, Zeke, and Four got beers. The rest of the group went off to find food, leaving me and Four sitting next to each other at the bar.

"Hello," I started, "I'm Tris. I don't believe we've met." I smiled, reaching out my hand to shake his.

"Four," he said. Man, his voice was gruff. And kind of intimidating. Still cute though. He took my hand and shook it, turning back to face the bar. Silence. Again.

"How do you know Zeke?" I asked, trying to get him to talk a little more. He stiffened and side-glanced at me, before looking me in the eyes. They were a rare shade of blue. Deep blue, and absolutely mesmerizing. I could feel my face getting flushed as he sighed and continued to speak. "We've been friends since we were kids. Went to the same elementary, middle, and high school, along with Uriah." he said. Ending our conversation once again. I was going to ask another question, but he asked first.

"Is this your house?" he asked, looking around. I was kind of confused. Didn't Zeke tell him anything about me? Just as I was about to answer, Uriah came back with drinks and food, along with our friends. When they say down, I turned to Zeke.

"Zeke, not to be rude or anything, but how much does Four know about me? Didn't you fill him in on anything?" I asked, glancing at Four before Zeke shook his head and spoke.

"I didn't know if you wanted him to know what we do, if that makes any sense." I nodded, now turning my attention to Four.

"Happy to reintroduce myself. Hello, My name is Beatrice Edith Marie Prior, daughter of Natalie Rose Prior, the owner of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant Fashion Lines, and the world famous doctor, Andrew Joseph Prior." I said, reaching my hand out once again. He shook it, nodding his head. "Also known as Chicago's little princess, and worldwide slut. Yes, this is my house, but outside of this house and at campus, I'm just Tris. None of the rumors are true, just so you know, and I believe we can be great friends," I continued, making sure he understood. "Oh, and also after today, I go by Tris, and wear sweatpants and teeshirts." I laughed, glancing at Christina. "Anyone questions?" I ask.

"No." he says without even thinking.

"Alright then." and I took a long sip of my champagne.

"Christina, come dance with me," I demand, mostly because I can feel Four staring at me, and I know he's judging me. It was stupid to tell him all about myself. I only knew him for two minutes, but if he was going to hang out with us he'd find out anyway. We head off to the dance floor, where some old time waltz was playing, so me and Christina just sat on the couch.

Four POV:

I was talking to Zeke when Uriah exclaimed, "Hey sexy lady! You look amazing!" he said. "You all do." The new girl in front of me was, in fact, beautiful, and I swear she was glowing. Her dress was tight all around her body, a beautiful bright red with matching lipstick. I had already gotten used to the rest of the girls' looks, but this one was seriously stunning.

"Thank you Uriah, you as well," she said back. Wow, her voice is soft and gentle, but it is really formal for a girl our age. I thought. Zeke seemed to think the same thing, because he said, "Where did Tris go?" he laughed. So, this was Tris. The Tris. Zeke and Shauna mentioned her a few times, and Zeke always says that she's the little sister he never had. She was two years younger than we were, only a sophomore at school. "I have never in my life heard you talk like that. You sound so, old" he laughed at the last word, a grin spreading across his face and hers as well.

She replied, "Sorry. I've been talking like that all night and I sort of got pushed back into it I guess. You all know about my upbringing." she shrugged. "Here, I'll try again. Ahem. Sup guys how's the booze?" she asked popping one hip to the side. Everyone laughed, except for me, who was too caught up in staring at her eyes to notice what she said until after. They were a light blue-gray, and they were almost stormy looking, like she was calculating something. She spaced out for a minute, and then asked Uriah to get us all drinks. I ordered a beer, whereas Tris ordered champagne, going light. I chuckled when Uriah teased her about wanting a beer, and she rolled her eyes. I can't see someone as small as her handling a beer very well. I'm at least six foot and she has to be around 5' 1". I can barely handle two beers without getting shitfaced, but then again I am a lightweight, as Zeke says. When everyone left to get food, I was left alone with Tris. It was awkward in the silence, but I didn't mind. I was used to girls flirting with me, and I never took anything to heart. She started asking me questions, and immediately, my walls went up. After a few short answers, I stopped. To change the conversation, I asked if this was her house. She looked at me puzzled for a few seconds, until Uriah showed up with drinks. Tris was quiet until she turned to Zeke.

"Zeke, not to be rude or anything, but how much does Four know about me? Didn't you fill him in on anything?" she asked, glancing at me before Zeke shook his head and spoke. Know about her, what is she talking about?

"I didn't know if you wanted him to know what we do, if that makes any sense." she nodded, and then turned her attention to me. What do I have to know about her, and why didn't Zeke tell me this thing if it was apparently so important?

"Happy to reintroduce myself. Hello, My name is Beatrice Edith Marie Prior, daughter of Natalie Rose Prior, the owner of Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant Fashion Lines, and the world famous doctor, Andrew Joseph Prior." she said, reaching her hand out to me once again. I shook it, nodding my head. I knew those people, and I was extremely shocked to find out that these worldwide known people were her parents. "Also known as Chicago's little princess, and worldwide slut. Yes, this is my house, but outside of this house and at campus, I'm just Tris. None of the rumors are true, just so you know, and I believe we can be great friends," she continued, making sure I understood. I've heard plenty of rumors about Beatrice, none of them very nice. "Oh and also after today, I go by Tris, and wear sweatpants and teeshirts." she laughed, glancing at Christina. It was the cutest laugh I've heard in my life. "Anyone questions?" she asked.

"No." I said, without even thinking about it. This was already a lot of information for me to handle all at once. I remember reading about her in magazines when I was younger and wishing I had her life. She talks about it like it's the worst thing in the world, and I can't imagine why.

"Alright then." and then she took a long sip of her champagne. I ended up staring at her, and she was shifting under my gaze. I knew I was making her uncomfortable, but I couldn't help myself. She was stunning. Her and Christina went off to dance, and I knew I needed to get to know her more. I'm not a guy to usually go after a girl, but Tris is different, I can feel it. There's something about her that's drawing me in, and I can't tell what it is yet. I guess I'm just going to have to find out.

Tris POV:

"Why did you drag me out here to dance if we're just going to sit here?" Christina asked, turning her body to face mine. I thought about what to tell her, mostly because she tended to freak out over the littlest thing.

"Four was staring at me." I said simply. As expected, she squealed. Again.

"Well then he was totally checking you out, which means he's totally crushing on you." she laughed. "Oooh, I'm going to get you two together!"

"Woah, uhm, no!" I whisper-shouted back, "Absolutely not. I'm not dating anyone until I want to. Yes, Four is kind of cute, but I'm not going to date him. We're two years apart!"

"Oh yeah, because that two year gap is so insurmountable." she said back. If she was going to be sarcastic, then so was I.

"Sure, we can date, and get married, and have kids! It'll be totally not weird at all! I mean, it's not like we only just met like five minutes ago. I've known him for two years, just like the rest of you guys!" She shot me a glare, and I gladly returned it.

"Haha. Very funny." she deadpanned.

"Well you started it," I shot back. We weren't arguing, but much rather talking like we were.

"So, we gonna go get some food? We brought it to the table, but didn't eat any. I'm starving." Christina said, giving me an inquisitive look.

"Sure. My mom made that awesome potato dish that you love." I smiled.

"The one with all of the herbs and stuff?!" she asked while her eyes bulged.

"Yeah that one," I said smiling.

"Well let's go!" and with that, she grabbed her dress and walked as fast as she could without breaking an ankle. You dork, I mentally commented before taking off after her.

Hey, and that's the end of chapter two! Don't forget to read, review, follow, favorite, and all that jazz :) See you guys later! ;P