I wake up abruptly, and in pain. My head is raging and my body is aching insanely. What did I do last night? 

The memories are hazy, and I'm not able to recall anything past Never Have I Ever. My arm sways around on the bed, hitting something hard. 

"Hm?" The voice is muffled. 

I quickly turn over, looking at a shirtless, rather good-looking, Tobias. That hard object was his chest. 

Damn, I scored. 

"Where is your shirt?" I ask, sitting up. 

Bad idea. The second my head is up in the air, my skull starts pounding. Instinctively, my hand cradles the raging pain. 

"I got hot last night, it's fine. Are you okay?" 

I shake my head, wincing, "How much did you let me drink last night?"

 He sits up,seemingly in a much better condition than me.

"You had a lot, four cups of spiked punch, plus something like fifteen shots." 

I groan, gently laying back into the bed. The foggy light pouring in from the window is still enough to hurt my eyes. 

"You still have to get up, Bea." 

I shove my face in the pillow, wanting to sleep through this hangover. Suddenly, the blanket slips off of my body, and I'm pulled into the air. 

A giggle escapes my mouth as Tobias swings me into his arms, bridal style. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Bringing you downstairs, what else?" He chuckles, opening the door. 

I bury my face in his chest to avoid the bright lights of the Pedrad's house. His feet going down the grand stairs creating a bumping rhythm on my body. 

"What the hell is going on there?" I hear Christina yell. 

I try to get out of Toby's arms, but he holds me tight. 

"We are just going downstairs, what's the big deal?" He hops off of the last step, hurting my head a bit. 

Most of the curtains downstairs are drawn, in favor of the majority of us who are hungover to all hell. The lights aren't on, so the online source of illumination is a musty morning haze peeking out from the sides of the curtains. Christina and Will are slumped on the recliner, for once not making out. Both of the Pedrad's are slung lazily across the couch, limbs strewn about. 

Lynn and Lauren and laying against each other on the floor, and Marlene and Shauna are cooking something that smells heavenly. 

Tobias brings us over to the last seat, an over-sized bean bag, and sets me gently down on one end. 

I roll to my side, as Tobias lays behind me and places a strong hand on my waist. 

"What were you two up to last night?" Zeke mumbles, winking. 

I tense up a little. It really wasn't his fault, Zeke probably has no idea how I feel about those things. 

"We fell right asleep Zeke, stop being a freak." Tobias snaps. 

It really is reassuring to know he will defend me immediately. 

"Man, I was just playing around." Zeke adds. 

"Hangover breakfast is ready!" Shauna calls from the kitchen, too loud. 

I struggle to get up, but succeed with the help of a pull from my lovely boyfriend. We all trudge over to the kitchen, a mess of alcohol-smelling, dead inside, mutant teenagers. 

...that's an odd combination.                                      

Shauna and Marlene still drank, but were smart enough not to drink as much as the rest of us. They made a perfect hangover breakfast, toast with bananas and honey, eggs and water to drink, of course. 

I make myself a plate, and sit at the kitchen island. Crinkled cups are scattered everywhere, among various pieces of clothing that nobody dares guessing where they came from. I eat quietly, most of us do really. 

Everyone is feeling like shit, so we aren't dicking around like we usually would be. 

The rest of the day only consists of slugging around and falling over each other. I swear, I'm never getting that drunk again. 

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2 days later

I pop a headache reliever in my mouth, swallowing with a glass of ice cold water. Mom wouldn't let me stay home today, unfortunately, even though I still have lingering hangover effects. 

Christina came over yesterday, and we both stayed inside and binge watched Netflix movies. We even had Tobias bring us pizza and sodas. Today, however, we are both being forced back into the hell known as high school. 

My legs slip down onto the floor, stretching the muscles. I pull my body upwards, cracking my neck. It's insane what one night of being a stupid teenager can result in. 

My movements are slow, but I manage to pull out an outfit for the day. It's something Christina put together, and is honestly adorable. The top is a navy blue, sleeveless crop top, that ends an inch above my belly button. A white skirt rests on my hips, which secures with buttons on one side. I have matching strappy heels, anchor earrings, gold bangles, and a simple gold necklace. 

I leave my hair down, the white strands hanging down over my shoulders. I've got to admit, the white hair has been killing it, even if Uriah made me do Let It Go. 

My outfit screams sailor, which makes sense seeing the anchor earrings dangling from my ears. For once, I'm not wearing my leather jacket. 

"Six? Are you awake?" Som-Christina? 

What is she doing at my house? 

My door swings open, revealing a very exhausted Christina. 

"Where did you come from?" I mumble, brushing through my hair. 

She grabs the brush straight from my hand, taking over, "I wanted to bring you to school, you know, bec-Hey! Is that the outfit I got you?" 

I laugh at her sudden distraction, "Yeah, I thought it looked cute. What were you saying?"

She sets the brush down, and starts fluffing my hair, "Oh, yeah, I'm driving you to school because I wanted to avoid Will. He can't ask me for a ride if I have you!" 

I sigh, sitting down on the edge of my messed up bed, "What happened this time?" 

She pouts, sitting beside me, "He went out last night, and Shauna saw him with Cara." 

I raise an eyebrow, "And?" 

"She's a slut! Who knows what they were doing?" 

I laugh, placing a hand on hers, "Cara is his sister, you know?" 

She purses her lips, shaking her head, "I am so stupid." 

"Yes, Yes you are." 

Christina shocks me, so I freeze her foot to the floor. 

"Hey!" 

I stick out my tongue, trying to run, but she then freezes my foot to the floor. 

"What are you two doing?" Mom interrupts our little quarrel. 

I burst out laughing, and fall onto the carpet. 

Mom raises an eyebrow, shakes her head, and walks out. Maybe our odd behavior is a little stressful to deal with. 

"Come on, I won't let you go until you unfreeze mine." Christina bargains, making the ice on my foot creep up my leg. 

I hold my hand out, glaring, as I do the same to hers. 

"I'm too stubborn." 

Christina laughs, "I know." 

We unfreeze one another, standing up. 

"Have you had breakfast yet?" I ask, glancing at the time. It's only 6, so another hour and a half until school starts. 

Christina shakes her head, "I don't usually eat breakfast." 

I grab my bag, phone and purse, "We should drop by Dauntless Diner, I heard they have some killer blueberry pancakes." 

Christina shrugs, grabbing her bag, "Sure, why not? Do you want to bring your god of a boyfriend?" 

I laugh, "Why not? We can drop by." 

We head out of my room, both of our heels making a loud echo down the wooden stairs. 

"Tris, are you heading out?" Mom calls out. 

Christina stops, and screams. 

"Mom! Christina is here!" I shout back, shaking my head. 

"Your real name is Tris? Is that short for something? Can I tell the girls?" She bubbles, pushing me down the last step. 

I groan, "No, don't tell anybody, or you'll be six feet under. It's short for Beatrice, but that sounds like an old lady name." 

Christina is bubbling with excitement, and I'm just pissed. There is a reason nobody knows my name. 

"Oh come on, does Four know? Does he know your real name? Oh my God! Do you know his?" 

I stop in my tracks, turn around, and grip her arms tightly, "Christina, don't tell anybody, yes he knows, and yes I know his nam-"

"Can y-" 

"No, I won't tell you his name." 

"Damn." 

I let her arms go, "Anyways, you can't tell anyone, or I will actually kill you, and I won't tell you Four's name." 

She sighs, "Fine, I won't. Let's get going." 

Christina and I head out to her car, which actually worked out in my favor, knowing you can't ride a motorcycle in a skirt very well. 

I toss my backpack into the backseat, holding my phone and purse in my lap. Christina starts the vehicle, the sports car roaring into action. Knowing she might possibly be the worst driver in the history of the world, I pull the seat belt tight over my chest. 

She pulls out from the driveway in a frenzy. 

"Four's house is- "

"I know where it is." She says, turning a corner abruptly.

"There's a thing called a brake, use it." I groan, my knuckles white from gripping the, as I call it, 'oh shit' handle. 

Yes that's actually what my family calls it -Lauren The Author

"Chris slow down!" I scream, as she barely misses an approaching truck. 

She laughs at me, bad idea. 

Her car slips across a mud puddle, and her wheel spins out, turning us towards a pole. A noise like a scream, but not quite, comes from both of us, as the car slams into the middle of the steel rod. 

The front of the car crushes over my leg, and I lurch forward. 

"God damn, I told you!" I screech, grabbing at my leg. 

Christina screams, "Tr-Six! Your leg!" 

I reach down, wincing, when my leg tries to shift out. 

"I-I'll go get Four, he can help." She says, getting out from the car. 

I nod, "Hurry, this hurts like a bitch." 

Chris runs out of the car, stumbling. 

I look at my leg again. The metal of the front of the car has inverted, smashing my leg between the seat and the sharp pieces of metal. Blood is pouring heavily from one part of it, which is where the excruciating pain is coming from. 

"Bea? What's going on?" Tobias runs towards me, opening the door. 

I look in front, seeing the front of the car, "Well, if you can't tell, Christina crashed her fucking car." 

Tobias ignores me, knowing that I'm a total bitch when I'm in pain, and looks at my leg. 

"I can move the metal, and then I'll heal your leg." He explains, holding my hand. 

I nod, "Just do it." 

"Are you ready?" Toby asks, giving me a reassuring smile. 

I grimace, giving a curt nod. 

His muscles flex as he pulls back the metal, revealing my completely crushed leg. The bone is snapped, and bleeding. 

Christina faints. 

I laugh, trying to ease the searing pain in my limb. 

"Ready?" Tobias grunts, placing a hand on the bloody mess. 

"Just do it already!" I shout. 

His eyes go white for a second, a light coursing over my ligament. In seconds, the limb heals itself. It looks peculiar, the bone moving, skin growing. 

Tobias let's go, smiling. His eyes return to normal. I let out a sigh of relief, moving my leg. The agony has diminished, and I feel completely normal. 

"What are we supposed to do about...that?" I mumble, looking at Christina passed out on the grass. 

Tobias shrugs, kicks her, and she screams, darting up. 

"Six are you okay?" She asks, running towards me. 

I stand up, my leg almost feeling artificial. Well, when it's made of entirely new cells, that's expected. 

"I thought your leg just broke..." She mumbles, rubbing her eyes. 

I roll my eyes, "Four can heal, remember?" 

I knew there was a reason I didn't want to go out today. It's been a hell of a Monday.