"Beatrice Prior," they whisper. "Her parents must be ashamed of her. Funny how such religious people ended up with such a child. Two children, really. Poor Caleb, lost in his younger sister's shadow."

It doesn't matter to me. I've got a point to prove, a stereotype to break, and parents to rebel against. Hence the reason for me practically changing my name to Tris. I feel a little bad for Caleb, knowing my parents won't even speak to him since he came out. I visited him once, but we're so different, and we lead such different lives these days. He seems to be enjoying himself, over at that boarding school of his. I'm glad he's not out on the streets, at least.

A flirt, that's what they call me. One of their nicer insults. I sometimes wonder what would happen if they discovered I was afraid of getting overly intimate with others. It took a while for me to unlearn my parents' beliefs, and some of them still stick with me.

That girl, the one who lead the juniors onto the roof. That's probably my proudest achievement. Took the fall for that one when we got caught, too. Jumped my way down to the courtyard below.

Causing trouble is my speciality, my talent. I love the adrenaline rush of not getting caught. No one ever seems to know what my next move will be. Some of my teachers are scared of me because of that. All the better for causing trouble, in my opinion.

There's one guy, though, one that I wouldn't get involved with just for kicks. God, how completely cliché that sounds. Tobias 'Four' Eaton. He comes from a Catholic family too. His dad works along side my dad in our church. He's a teacher at school, one of two who are just out of college. He's got some kick-ass tattoos.

Oh, how I'd love to be known as that girl who had sex with one of the teachers. I'm nearing that goal though. We've got a bit of a secret relationship going on, but it hasn't gotten too far. We nearly got caught the other day by the other new teacher. He lied and said I had tried to flirt with him in class, and he was giving me a detention and a lecture about how 'completely inappropriate' that behaviour was. Really, we were talking and laughing and making out. He likes to call me Six, when we're alone. Asked me what four plus six was, as a joke, the other day in class. I won't lie, it kind of turned me on.

Has anyone ever really done it with a teacher in the classroom, I wonder. Wouldn't I love to be the first.

A/N: Written for the 5, 10, 20, 50, 75, 100 Fandoms Challenge.