"Ow," I groan as, waking up, I find myself yet again in the Dauntless hospital. I've now lost against two of the bullies-Isaac and Brooke. 

"Hey Dex," says a voice. 

"Plato," I smile. I don't even need to look to know that it's him and opt to keep my eyes shut against the blaring light, "How long have I been out this time?"

"Most of the afternoon," he admits, "But this time, I've brought food," He holds up a bowl in one hand and a glass of water, plus knife and fork in the other. 

"Thanks Plato," I grin, "Always can rely on you." The food's cold but still great and just what I need to get my energy back after that fight. Once I've eaten, we head into the Pit to join the others. 

To no one's surprise, Amy and Cassie are, as usual, arguing. 

"You're a traitor!" Cassie hisses, standing up just as I take a seat next to Sam and Plato sits himself beside Phoebe and Jo. 

"Oh and how am I a traitor exactly?" Amy demands angrily.

"You're spending too much time with the Dauntless," Cassie spits. 

"Yeah? Well: News Flash! Lyra's my girlfriend! And I can spend my time with whoever I want," retorts Amy, "Who are you? The relationship police?"

"I'm just saying that-"

"What?" cuts of Amy, "What are you saying?"

"That you should be spending time with us! Your friends!" blurts out Cassie, and turns beetroot. 

"I'm sorry!" Amy says, standing up to meet Cassie in the eyes, "But since when have you ever been my friend ? You've had a problem with me ever since I've got here!"

"My problem is with Abnegation!" shouts Cassie, and then blinks, as if realising what she's just said. 

"Oh, I see. So it's not me you're prejudiced against, but my entire faction? " yells Amy, "Fine. What's your problem with Abnegation?"

"It's useless and everyone in it should be eradicated!" screams Cassie. There's a stunned, shocked silence. Everyone knew that Erudite didn't like Abnegation, but I never even thought they'd go so far as to think that it should be gotten rid of completely. 

"Yeah, well," Amy says, more confused than angry now, "It's you who should be eradicated!" They both glare at each other and storm off in different directions. 

"Pass the popcorn," I mutter to Sam. 

He just sighs and says, "This really isn't the time Dex," He turns to Plato and says, "You go after Cass. I'll get Amy." Plato just nods solemnly and the boys head off. 

"Whew. Talk about intense," says Phoebe, and she, me, and Jo all grin. Within minutes, Sam returns with Amy, who's been crying and is drying her eyes. She seats herself in between Phoebe and Jo. 

"I'm sorry about that," Phoebe says, "I don't understand why the Erudite hate the Abnegation so much. But I swore to myself that I'd only judge the Abnegation when I saw hard solid proof of their wrong doing," she smiles, and squeezes Amy's hand, "But you're one of the nicest people I've ever met. Plato aside, of course." Amy smiles back tearfully. 

"Yeah, just ignore Cass," says Sam, also trying to comfort her, "She just high-strung because she's worried that she'll be-" He stops his sentence mid-way, as he meets Phoebe's eyes and blushes red. 

Phoebe just laughs, a light high-pitched giggle, and finishes Sam's sentence, "Cut. Don't worry. No offence taken. I know I'm going to be cut anyway, but," she shrugs, "That's ok because I've figured that Dauntless isn't really for me."

"Sam's right," Jo says, smiling, "Just ignore anything Cassie says. She's probably not even considering what comes out of her mouth." 

Amy nods, looking a bit happier now, and Jo turns her attention onto me, "By the way, Dex. I was raised Candor so I can see through peoples' lies. I know Plato only asked me and Phoebe to join the group to stop you asking a question. Plato's not here right now so...what were you going to ask?"

I'm shocked that she even remembered-to be honest, I, myself, had completely forgotten even though it was only question. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam's shaking his head, but, as usual, my mouth opens before I can even think about stopping it and I ask, "Are you and Phoebe a couple?"

Jo and Phoebe exchange a stunned look, and then Phoebe bursts into peals of laughter. 

"Oh no," she says, smiling, "I'm fairly sure I'm straight, and though Jo is bi..." she trails off, and looks at Jo, signalling that she should finish the sentence. 

Jo shrugs, "Phoebe's not really my type," she looks at Phoebe and then says, "No offence."

Phoebe smiles, "None taken,"

"Well I'm glad that's out in the open," Sam says loudly, whilst sending a pointed glare in my direction. I just look at him confused. 

At that moment, Plato returns. "Found Cassie," he says, sighing, "but she doesn't want to return yet. I'm going to go and get her a drink and try and get through to her," he pauses and then asks, "You ok, Amy?" She just nods. 

"Are you and Cassie in a relationship?" I blurt out. 

Plato looks shocked, "Um...no?" he says, "Should we be?"

"Dex!" admonishes Sam, "How can you even think that? They're are no signs!"

I shrug, "I'm not great at judging relationships," I admit, "I thought everyone in Amity all loved each other because everyone hugged all the time." The rest of the group laugh. 

Plato gives us a nod, and then heads over to the bar. After getting something for Cassie, he turns and heads out of the Pit. 

"Amy," whispers a voice quickly, and we see Lyra sitting at the next table, beckoning her over. Amy blushes slightly and heads over to Lyra, who points over to the bar. 

"So what are signs in a relationship?" I ask, puzzled. 

"Well..." Sam begins significantly, and it's clear he's about to embark on a long lecture when Amy returns smiling. 

"Isaac, Brooke and Edgar are over at the bar. Lyra's friend, Violet, is going to spike Isaac's drink," she announces, giggling. 

"What? " says Phoebe, aghast, but the rest of us grin. 

"Why only Isaac?" I ask. 

Amy shrugs, sitting down, "I guess she's only got enough for one person and he's the worst of the bunch."

"Lyra's friends are so cool," Sam says to Amy, whilst Jo nods, smiling. 

"Guys," interrupts Phoebe, "We can't just spike someone's drink!" 

"Well technically it's not us doing it, it's Veronica," says Sam. 

"Violet," Amy corrects quietly. 

"But we can't just sit here and let this girl spike his drink!" Phoebe protests. 

"Why not?" Sam asks. 

"He deserves it after everything he's done to us," I say, rubbing my shoulder where a bruise it starting to form from him beating me up today. 

"I know he's done stuff to you-" Phoebe begins. 

"Us." I correct, "He's beaten you up too, or have you forgotten that?"

"Fine. Done stuff to us, " Phoebe says, " but that doesn't make it right to spike his drink! Think about how he'll feel when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Like hell," I grin. 

"Look Phoebe, I get your point," Sam says, "But the guy deserves it, and let's face it. Plato isn't here to back you up, Phoebe." He turns to the rest of us, "Let's do a vote. All in favour of letting Veronica-"

"Violet!" hisses Amy, more exasperated than angry. 

"Sorry. Violet spike Isaac's drink?" Everyone except from Phoebe raises their hand. 

"And against?" asks Sam, smiling slightly as he already knows the answer. Phoebe raises her hand defiantly, and glares at the rest of us. 

"Sorry Phoebe," says Jo, "Looks like the rest of us don't have the same moral compasses you have."

"Fine," says Phoebe, "I'll stop her on my own,"

"Hey!" Sam protests, "That's not the point of the vote! This group's a democracy not a dictatorship!"

"And who are you?" Jo smiles, "Our leader?"

"It's too late anyway, " Amy says to Phoebe, looking over at the bar, "Violet's done it."

"Just sit down, Phoebs," says Sam. 

"Don't call me that," Phoebe snaps. Sam looks taken aback by her aggressiveness, "Fine. If I can't stop her spiking it, I'll stop him drinking it!"

"Umm," says Amy. 

"What?" growls Phoebe. 

"It's hard to judge from all the way over here, but I'm fairly sure he's finished the pint and has just collapsed on the table."

Phoebe stares at her, aghast, and begins marching over to the bar. 

"Hey!" calls Sam, "Where are you going?"

"To carry him off to his dorm," she shouts back, "I might as well do something!"

We watch as Phoebe heads over to the bar, and puts Isaac's arm around her shoulder, and, struggling, carries him out of the Pit. 

We all stare after her. Sam shrugs, bemused and then he says dreamily, "Maybe love never dies." I raise an eyebrow. "What?" he says defensively, "Just a suggestion."

"Yeah, a rubbish one," I say. He glares at me sourly. 

Plato returns to the table, holding an empty glass, "Cassie wants to be left alone," he explains, as he sits down at the table. There's a pause, and then he looks at all of us, "So, what have I missed?"