Hi people! So I've had this idea for awhile, but I wasn't sure how good it would be. But you never know if you never try, right? So here's my new story! I'm not sure yet if it'll just be a oneshot or if I'll continue it- I guess that depends on the reaction to it.

So anyway, I hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think! :)

Tobias POV

Everybody said that I should be happy that my father is in jail. For obvious reasons, I am anything but happy. In fact, it is that surliness that earned me a new name. My foster parent, Amar calls me Four because it took four days for me to actually speak to him. Still, as he likes to point out, I have yet to smile in his presence. Or at all.

I have never been one to smile much, after all. Even growing up, I never smiled very much. My mother would often try to get me to smile. She would smile at me, but even as a child, I could tell that it was always fake. I could always see the sadness, the desperation, behind it. I knew that it was meant to comfort me, but it only frightened me. And as I grew up, it only made my resentment toward my father grow.

"How has school been going?" I turn around and see Amar standing in the doorway of my new room with his arms crossed over his chest. I simply shrug my shoulders in response. "Does Eric sit with you at lunch?"

I have to hold back the urge to roll my eyes at this. My foster brother, Eric, is willing to do a lot of things, and sitting with me at lunch is not one of them. Ever since I moved in, he has made it clear that he does not want me here whether it is subtle insults or not-so-subtle pushing and shoving when I happen to walk too close to him. He seems to have figured out that I will not push him back.

Of course, I am sure that I could beat him in a fight. I managed to gain a good amount of muscle when I did wrestling in my last school. But I know that I could never bring myself to fight him. I would be too afraid. Too afraid of turning into my father.

"He does," I mutter. "We make each other friendship bracelets every day, too."

"You know, I could talk to him." I shoot him a look. "But I have a feeling you wouldn't want that."

"No," I answer quickly.

"If you change your mind, let me know." He sighs. "And Four, I know you don't believe me, but it might help you to make friends."

"Noted," I mutter.

"Right." He smiles a bit and shakes his head. "Goodnight, Four."

I do not respond, as Amar walks away, most likely to his own room. I close the door behind him so that Eric will be less inclined to bother me. Once that is done, I change my clothes quickly just in case Eric decides to barge in. My scars are the last things I want him to see. Luckily, he does not even try to come in, so I go to bed.

When I wake up, I cannot help but feel a little grateful that I managed to get through the night without any nightmares. Until I remember that it does not really matter much, since this day will most likely be a nightmare anyway.

I force myself out of bed and change my clothes before picking up my backpack and trudging downstairs. Luckily, Eric usually wakes up and gets ready for school with just minutes to spare, so I do not have to worry about him in the morning. When I get downstairs, my foster sister, Lauren is sitting at the kitchen table.

Luckily, Lauren and I get along rather well, but we both tend to stay to ourselves. Even in school, we are usually alone. The only difference is that Lauren does not get picked on as much. Most people tend to just leave her alone.

"Muffin?" she asks, as I approach the kitchen table. "Amar bought some blueberry ones."

I shrug my shoulders, and she opens up the pack and takes one out for me. I nod my head at her, as she hands it to me.

"Thanks," I say. "I think I'm gonna get going now."

"To school?" she asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"I guess I don't understand." She shrugs. "You would rather go to school an hour early every day than stand up to him."

"He's not exactly something I want to deal with first thing in the morning," I mutter. "Besides, I'm not here for much longer anyway."

"Two years is a long time to avoid someone that lives down the hall from you," she says.

"Thanks for the tip," I cut in. "But I'll be fine."

She looks at me for a moment, a hint of sympathy in her eyes, before she shrugs her shoulders and returns her attention to the muffin in her hands.

"Good luck today," she says.

I do not bother to respond, as I head for the front door. The walk to the school is fairly short. Luckily, there are not many other people coming in this early, so I do not have to worry about running into one of the many people that love to make fun of me simply for existing. This time before school is the only time that I feel at peace, when nobody is around.

Unfortunately, it goes all too quickly. Soon, the halls are flooded with students. I quickly make my way to homeroom and sit in the empty classroom so that I will be able to avoid Eric. It is not that I am afraid of him or that his words get to me at all. I am afraid that one day his actions will cause me to snap and fight back. I cannot let that happen, so I avoid him at all costs.

The warning bell rings, and some students walk into the room. One of them is Lauren who sits in the opposite corner of the room. Two other students sit in the desks in front of me, talking about their weekend. Another pair sits in the desks next to mine, talking about what they plan to do after school. For a moment, I wonder what it might be like to have friends like that. Even in my old school, I never really had friends. There are brief moments when I wonder what I am missing. But those moments are only fleeting.

Once homeroom is over, I head to my chemistry class. As usual, I sit in the back by myself. Because there is an odd number of students, I usually end up working on labs with Ms. Matthews, which only gives people more of a reason to pick on me. But on days when there is not a lab to work on, I do not mind sitting by myself.

"Class, pay attention," Ms. Matthews calls out. "We have a new student." I stare down at my notebook, not really caring about this. "Beatrice Prior-"

"Actually, Tris," I hear the new student chime in. "I prefer Tris."

"Of course," Ms. Matthew replies, and I can just imagine her pursed lips. "Tris, you can take a seat in the back, next to Tobias."

I look up just as Ms. Matthews points in my direction. I, then, look at the girl who is walking in my direction. She is quite small with long, wavy blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. Her eyes are stern, insistent. Beautiful. Not that it matters. It is not like I plan on making any friends any time soon. As she sits down next to me, I look back down at my notebook so that she does not try to introduce herself or talk to me in any way. For a moment, I can sense her eyes on me, but the feeling passes quickly, and we spend the class in silence, as Ms. Matthew lectures.

As she turns around to write something on the board, I feel something hit the back of my head. Most likely a balled up piece of paper. I only know because it has happened numerous times. I hear snickering behind me, but I don't bother to look back since I know that they will stop faster if I ignore them.

I feel the girl's eyes on me, but when I glance at her, she isn't smiling or laughing. Instead, she looks at me with concern. From the corner of my eye, I see her look over her shoulder at the people who threw the paper at me, but she doesn't say anything.

Luckily, the rest of the class continues uneventfully. I feel relief surge through me as the bell rings. Students start to file out of the room, even as Ms. Matthews continues to call out reminders of our assignment. As I collect my things, I can feel her eyes on me again. And suddenly, I hear her voice.

"Hey," she says, lightly touching my wrist, as I reach for my notebook. "Are you okay?"

I look up at her, surprised that she is even asking. Surprised that she hasn't retracted her hand yet. When I look at her, I see nothing but concern in her eyes. A look that tells me that she already knows that something is wrong, that she already knows that I'm about to lie to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mutter.

Before she can say anything else, I stand up and leave the room, trying to clear all thoughts of this new girl from my mind.