The Game of Truth: What if Tris and Four didn't live in the world of Divergent; what if they were just a bunch of high school kids waiting for something to happen? Meet Beatrice "Tris" Prior, the orphan teen and Tobias "Four" Eaton who has experienced child abuse firsthand. Both with their dark, painful secrets locked away, will they let each other into their hearts and receive the love they never had?

Rating: Teen/Mature for language and darker/suggestive themes.

Author's Note:

Hey guys! So I'm . . Believe it or not, this isn't my first story on ; its my third. I was previously known as I'llBeWaitingAtYourDoor and I have written Percy Jackson and Goode Highschool, as well as Three Little Words which was a short little one shot. Percy Jackson and Goode Highschool was a story that received around 200 reviews, and really had lots of twists but I wasn't really proud of it, so I deleted it a while ago. I just deleted my one shot, changed my Pen name and decided to start over. Sorry to all of you who read and supported Percy Jackson and Goode Highschool, but I was just so angry with myself about if and I never really apologized. Anyway, although this isn't Percy Jackson, I'll promise that in the near future I'll write another PJO/THO fancfic :) Sorry if this kind of sucks; I haven't written in a while. Anyway, enough of this hideously long AN, let's get this started!

Enjoy reading, and remember to review at the end!

Tris.

They all stare at me. I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. My third high school in three years means that I've been through this exact situation twice already. Before that, I've changed schools every other year. People say high school is so much more different than elementary, but really I see no difference. I'm always the one that stands out at each and every school I go to so I'm not going to trick myself into believing that this school will be any different.

All of them look at me with curious yet cold eyes. I know exactly what those eyes mean; I've seen the same ones many times before. Other than the fact that I'm the new kid, the first thing they'll notice is my height. I'm sixteen, yet I barely reach five feet. The second thing they'll notice is how thin I am, how my elbows and knees look like they stick out too much, and how everything is so flat. Then, they'll notice the clothes, how baggy and ragged they are. How the dull colours scream out 'Poor'. And finally, they'll notice me. To be more precise, my face. They notice how awkwardly high and pointy my cheekbones are, how my skin is too tightly stretched over my small face, how my nose is too long and big and how lifeless my eyes are. They'll stare at me for a full five minutes as I walk down the long, long hallway and as soon as I reach my locker, they'll go back to what they were doing before.

And I am right. That is exactly what they do. The minute my hand touches the cold metal lock, they turn around and the usual high school rowdiness returns. I turn my lock so I hit the right combination; 7, 40, 27. The metal door hinge screeches as I swing it open and I neatly stack up my books in the order of my periods. I hang my laminated schedule on the inside of the locker door, right above the mirror. For a fraction of a second, I catch my very own blue-gray eyes in the relfection, awfully too big compared to the rest of my face. I quickly snatch my history and biology book as well as a few pencils before slamming my locker. I close my eyes and rest against the locker, sinking to the floor. As I slowly pry open my eyes, I catch someone staring at me.

Strangely, it isn't the same kind of stare the hundreds of people used on me a few minutes ago. The person staring is a tall, intimidating guy with the body of a jock; he probably is even though he wasn't wearing a proud leather jacket like the jocks from my previous schools. His large muscle filled arms are crossed, his body leaning on the wall behind him. Without even blinking, he stares at me, not realizing I notice his squinted eyes. When he finally does, he quickly looks away, pretending that he didn't do anything of the sort and walks away to his next class.

For the first time in my life, I catch a guy staring at me by himself with that kind of expression. Not a disgusted expression, or a pitiful one but warm and somewhat worried. This is definitely a first. I quickly shake my head, trying to erase his face and existence from my head, but no matter what I do, I can't get his eyes out of my head.

Those, deep, cobalt blue eyes that takes the breathe out of me.

AN: Okay. I know that was really incredibly short but I felt like it just had to end there. Don't worry though I have more that's written (and in my head). This is just the small introduction. I'll be uploading the second chapter soon after this, and I apologize again that this is so short and that almost half of it is my AN. Anyway, please review even thought this was so short; I promise the next chapter will be longer.

Until next time~ ;)