Once again, I relax in Four's arms as he carries me to lunch. I noticed now that girls started giving me dirty looks, probably because I am being carried everywhere in a hot guys arms. Really, I don't mind. 

He sets me down as we get to the lunch line, and grabs us both a tray. I stand in front of him, and get a Caesar salad, an apple, a Gatorade, and two pieces of Dauntless cake. I pay for my food, and then run to our table. Great, somebody new. Now we are down a seat. 

"Come on BumbleBea, sit on my lap." Four says, sitting down in the one empty seat. 

I shrug, "That's not completely weird or anything." And plop down in his lap. 

He pushes his tray to the left, and I put mine on the right, and we start eating. As usual, I dig into my first slice of Dauntless cake to begin. 

I look at the new girl, then it hits me, that's Johanna! I must have completely blanked, because it looks like she got a makeover. She has a new wig, which is full and has tight curls, and she has glasses now. It's really cute, I have to say. 

"So, has this happened yet?" Johanna mumbles through a mouth full of burger. 

My cheeks get red, thinking about it again. 

"Nope." Four responds for the both of us. 

She raises an eyebrow, "So then why are you always being carried by him and sitting on his lap?" 

I smile wickedly, "Because he is my slave now, Miss. Matthews said. 

Johanna laughs, almost choking on her food, "That's amazing." 

Four chuckles too, squeezing my arm. 

The Pedrad's are quiet today, which is weird, and Shauna and Marlene aren't making a peep. My guess is the guys did something stupid to upset their girlfriends. 

"Hey Christina, want to help me get some new clothes since it's getting colder out?" I ask, knowing her answer. 

She squeals in my ear, "I never thought you would ask me!" 

I scrunch up my face, "Stop screaming. I just wanted some new leggings and boots, I can pay for myself." 

"But I'm paying for you." 

"Whatever Christina." I mutter. 

This is an ongoing battle, whenever I go out with Chris, she refuses to let me pay. We have got in full screaming arguments and she still won't let me, so I just let her do it. I don't understand why she is so persistent, but there is no use fighting it now. 

"So, can I pick everything out? I can plan out some outfits, like I did for your other clothes." She asks, excited. 

I shrug, "All I really need is some leggings, jeans and boots, but I guess we could add a few sweaters and scarves in there." 

She smiles, "Perfect, I already have some ideas planned out." 

I laugh, shaking my head. Christina seems to have plans for every possible situation in the world. 

After lunch, Four brings me to the girls locker room, and I join the others. He runs off to the guys locker room. I grab my gym back from my locker, and change next to Christina. 

"Lynn has a crush!" She gossips, as I take off my shorts. 

I laugh, "That's hilarious, are you thinking of going into comedy?" 

She smirks, "She really does, she told me. It's on someone in our group, not you or me." 

I shimmy my shoulders, "I can't wait to hear about that!" 

I slip on my spandex booty shorts, and put on the school gym shirt. I switch my shoes to tennis shoes, and Christina and I walk out to the field. Marlene and Lynn are waiting for us, Shauna isn't with our gym class. 

We run over to them, watching as the other girls come out of the lockers. Finally, when everyone comes out, Coach Amar starts yelling. 

"Alright pansycakes, I want ten laps around the track, then twenty push ups and twenty sit ups. After everyone is done, we will do basketball." 

I groan, knowing the first part will be a pain. We all run over to the track and start. I stay at a slow pace, because the others who are going fast are going to wear out after two laps. Christina and I both stay slow, conserving our energy. Marlene and Lynn were like bullets, ending up near the front. 

After a few laps, I start to get tired anyways, and that's probably because of my lungs still healing a little. I stop, drag Christina with me, and go to coach Amar. 

He looks at me, giving a soft smile, "Do you need something Prior?" 

I nod, "Yeah, my lungs can't take so much, so I can't do all ten laps, and I wanted to stop Christina so she could help me with sit ups." 

He shakes his head, understanding, "That's fine, do have the push ups and sit ups, only what you can handle." 

I thank him, and we go to the middle of the track where Christina holds my for sit ups. 

"Tris, did you just use almost dying to your advantage." 

I laugh, "Maybe, but I didn't want to do so much!" 

She laughs at me, and sits on my feet. I do all twenty sit ups still, then sit on Christina's feet for her. Halfway through her reps, Four runs over and starts his with no one on his feet. 

"Did it get too hard tiny one?" He mocks. 

I giggle, rolling my eyes, "There is a thing called almost dying, you know." 

"I know BumbleBea." 

Christina finishes, and then all three of us match pace for push ups. Of course, Four is a little bit quicker, then pulls me up when he is done. We go over to the end of the track, watching the lagging runners finish and the others in the middle. 

Four lays flat on the ground, and I lay with my head on his stomach, and Christina lays with her head on my stomach. It's kind of weird, but it's comfortable, so I don't care. All of the others take forever, and it's almost twenty minutes before everyone is done. That took up most of the class period! 

Coach Amar stands in front of all the worn out students, "Alright, that took longer than expected, just lay around for the last fifteen minutes, I guess." 

I cheer, and stay where I am. Christina gets off of me and goes over to Marlene and Lynn, so I move so I'm laying right by Four. He puts an arm around me and we both stare at the clouds for no reason in particular. 

"Tris, can I ask you something?" Four questions, turning to face me. 

I smile, looking at him, "Anything, of course." 

"I've kind of been thinking for a while, and, uh, do you want to go on a date?" 

I knew he was going to ask sooner or later, but it still catches me by surprise. I blush, smiling hard, "I would love to number boy." 

He smiles, and stands up, then pulls me up by my arm, "When is this, as you say, date?" I question, as we walk over to the locker rooms. 

He puts an arm around my shoulder, "Well, I know you have whatever with Christina tonight, so how about Friday, after school. I can drive you." 

I smile, "That would be perfect. What should I wear?" 

He thinks, "Something casual." 

"Perfect." 

The second he leaves to go get changed, my mind is racing. I had no idea, but I am really looking forward to this!