Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, its characters or anything to do with it.

'And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred words, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.' ~ The Chaos of Stars

There was something about high school that no one could quite put their finger on. It wasn't the steadily growing maturity that most students went through, nor the excitement of making your new best friends. Maybe it was the emotional story of finding your first ever love, although, maybe not. However that is where we lay our scene, in the finding of true love, derived from entirelly wrong circumstances.

Tris Prior was without a doubt the most unaproachable, negative, and downright bitchiest girl to attend Chicago City High School. Or so she was viewed by her peers. Some went as far as to calling her a 'slut' or a 'whore', two nicknames that you can rest assured did not apply to her in the slightest. Those with a more diverse vocabulary talked loudly and abrasively about her 'sanctimonious' attitude, or her 'fanatical' behaviour. These people, despite their harsh and overly critical words were those who mattered at the time, as of course, it seemed to the entire student body.

You can probably guess that these comments were said for a reason, which is true. But that remains a story yet untold by Miss Prior.

As she breathed out into the cold winter morning, Tris Prior smiled to herself. Winter had always been her favourite season – not only because of the winter holidays that lasted almost a month, but the memories of playing in the snow with her older brother, Caleb. Despite only being a year older, Caleb had been very protective of Tris, making sure to give her his warmest and biggest jumper after being out in the snow all day, or making her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Though that had been years ago, Tris remembered those times fondly.

In a few more minutes she would arrive at her destination, namely, school. School was not a fun experience for her, although she pushed through her day by telling herself that in the grand scheme of things, this year was not the most important. No, it wasn't as if Tris had her whole life planned out ahead of her. She was just as clueless about the world and what lay behind the shining gates of graduation as any other sixteen year old.

Walking into the warmth of the school building Tris sighed out heavily. The day had now offically begun, and she was waiting for the first insult to be flung her way. One insult always triggered a chain reaction of others, getting everyone involved. Well, everyone excpet Four.

'Four' was the name adopted by the school's 'bad boy'. School legends told that he was so named because he spent four years in juvenile detention, although that was yet to be proved. Four generally didn't participate in school things, only passing his classes when he felt it was needed and ignoring almost every person that existed. To be honest, people were terrified of Four. It was just a given that whenever a new pupil arrived at the school they would be warned not to approach him, or else face certain demise.

Tris was scared of Four. But she didn't feel like she needed to be. Four didn't partake in the mockery she faced daily, and she knew that if he wanted to be a part of it he would be the atomic bomb of the opposing side. If Four wanted to take someone down, he would do it. So Tris knew that if Four were a threat to her, he would have already acted.

Walking to her first class, Tris noticed multiple glares being thrown her way. Of course, she was completely careless of most of them, but when someone shouted out 'slut!' (or other, similar words) she couldn't help but laugh a little. Tris only had had one boyfriend in the entirety of her life, and they hadn't even kissed, let alone gone as far as the nicknames suggested. And if Tris thought about it really carefully... she had only really gone out with Peter because everyone else was going on dates. It was the cool thing to do. So calling her a slut first of all was not true, and second of all, probably was more linked to the person saying it, not Tris herself. It was a bit stupid really, people making assumptions about Tris although they had never spoken, yet, Tris didn't really blame them. It wasn't like when she had arrived at this school that she had given them a lot to go on – the only person she had talked to was Peter, and she didn't tell him much either. So when they had broken up Peter had obviously shared every detail she had told him, not that there was much excitement there, with his friends. So, without much information to go on, people had made up their own gossip.

Reaching her classroom, Tris let the bag that was slung over her shoulder drop to the inside of her elbow, then pulled it up to her chest,, as if it were a sheild from the rest of the class. Although she didn't want to admit it, sometimes the comments flung her way did hurt, if they hit home. Occasionally people shouted out something about her mother, and it was all Tris could do not to fling round and punch them in the face.

Thankful that the teacher wasn't here yet and that most of the class appeared to be absent, Tris let her heavy schoolbag crash onto her desk. She flopped down into her chair, tired from having to heave her bag the whole three miles to school. Her dad rarely used the car, even in this freezing weather. Lifting her head, Tris gazed at the rest of the class.

The classroom was probably the most well taken care of classroom in the entire school. Her overly enthusiastic teacher, Mr Ernit, was also probably the most exciteable teacher in the entire school. The classroom was actually painted bright orange, a colour that Tris now hated with a passion, and mutiple posters adorned the wall, each depicting a passage of 'Macbeth', or 'Hamlet'. During her time in this class Tris had managed to learn the words on each poster by heart, word for word. It was definitely more interesting than the connotations of a word used in the latest newspapaer article Mr Ernit had them analysing.

Tris turned her head to the side slightly when she noticed someone slide into the seat next to her. It was Will, of course.

"Did you hear that Peter got into a fight with Drew?" He asked in a hushed voice. As he leaned over the isle in excitement, his glasses slid slightly down his nose and his floppy blonde hair covered his eye a bit. He had lots of freckles scattered across his face, which Tris thought was rather cute. But only in a brother-sister kind of way. Anyway, it was very clear that Will had a crush on Christina, one of the popular girls in their school. He hadn't yet had the chance to talk to her.

"About what?" Tris asked lazily, turning her gaze back to the whiteboard at the front of the class. It said the usual – 'Open your jotter and look at all of last lesson's notes. Write a few sentences about what you learned, and what you found interesting. Please do this quietly.' This was her teachers way of getting students to study more, and Tris couldn't say it was working. No one had really done it since the first few lessons, but Tris believed that Mr Ernit sill put it up in the hopes that at least someone would do it.

"Well..." Will started causciously, "Don't get mad..."

Confused, Tris looked at Will once more. He seemed more than a bit worried, and that had Tris worried. If something concering Peter had Will anxious, it probably wasn't anything good.

"It was about you," Will continued.

Panicked instantly, Tris sat up straight. Countless thoughts ran through her mind, each one bringing different horrible images and theories that might be the reason that she would be a cause for dispute between the school's cruelest duo. She knew why Peter didn't like her – she had been the one to end it between them, when he had obviously still been attached – but she didn't see why, two years later, that he couldn't just give it up. For a while now all that linked the two was the insults from him and the acceptance from her, so she couldn't see why it had suddenly picked up again.

"What?!" Tris demanded, her fear evident in her voice.

"I don't know- Tris, wait, where are you going?!" Will called, helplessly as Tris stood from her seat, pulled her bag over her shoulder and swiftly started walking towards the door. If there was something big happening, she didn't want to be in class for it. Besides, she knew Will would cover for her.

All she needed to do was clear her head, so she walked herself out to the stands around the football pitch. It was the best place to sit, as on a Monday morning like this everybody was doing P.E inside in the warm sports hall. So she was completely alone.

Or so she thought – on the other side of the pitch, obviously skipping class like her and having the same idea about where to go, was Peter. He hadn't seen her yet, but he wasn't without company. It seemed like he hadn't yet made up with Drew, as he was no where in sight, but he had Molly, and Eric. And they seemed deeply engrossed in conversation.

Curious, Tris stood up slowly, as not to attract their attention, and started walking in their direction. They were talking quite loudly, so she didn't need to get too close to hear.

On any other day, Tris wouldn't have cared what Peter was saying. But now, in her discovery that he had been talking about his this morning, she felt like she had to know. She blamed her brother for her endless curiosity – he was the main reporter for the school newspaper and was constantly encouraging her to question everything further, dig deeper for the real story. And that was what Tris was doing right now.

"Dude – it's been years!" She heard Eric shout.

"Yeah, but I had this idea-" Peter said loudly, but then probably remembering that he was on school grounds lowered his voice so that Tris couldn't hear anymore. Frowning to herself, Tris didn't have the will to find out more. And the closer she got the more likely it was that they would hear her. So she turned tail and left.

...

Tris had agreed to meet Will in the library for lunch. Normally, no pupil would be allowed to eat or drink in there, but Tris had gotten to know the librarian quite well, who was willing to make exceptions for her favourite students. This teacher's bias was a win for Tris, as otherwise she would have to eat lunch in the cafeteria where she would mocked by her fellow pupils.

As she hurried to meet her friend, she didn't pay attention to where she was going in the almost empty corridors and ran, face first, into something rock solid. She fell to the ground, her heavy bag falling on her stomach and extracting a loud 'oof!' from her. Dazed, she looked up at what she had ran into.

Turned out it wasn't a what – it was a who.

As luck would have it, of course she would be the one who ran into Four.

As he looked down at her Tris coulnd't help but notice everything she hadn't had a chance to before now. He was very tall, at least six foot and the clothes he wore only added to his fear factor – the black t-shirt made his muscles very prominent. They weren't the kind of muscles that would put a body builder to shame, no, but the kind that came from working out regularly – lean and strong. He wore a disgruntled expression, his dark blue eyes looking at her with what appeared to be dissaproval, his lips drawn into a thin line.

She kept staring at him, rather in fear than in awe, wondering what he would do next. Would he leave? Would he shout? Would he... would he hurt her? Although his appearance suggested otherwise Tris didn't feel like he was going to hit her. If she was honest with herself she felt that if he was going to do anything bad the worst would be that he would shout. For some reason, the fact that Four didn't take part in the verbal beatings Tris got regularly at school she felt that he was agaisnt doing something like that.

Although that was more than likely to be her fiction-addiction shining through.

Four stared at her for sometime. The brave part inside her forced her to hold his gaze, although this was their first ever contact. Her heat was hammering against her chest as she waited anxiously for him to make his move.

Thankfully, Four didn't do anything. He just left, and when he did, Tris exhaled loudly. She didn't even realize she had been holding her breath. Turning to watch him leave before she dared pick herself up off the floor, she allowed her mind to wonder about him. Why was it that he walked like he was constantly on edge? Was it true that he had spent four years in juvenile detention and therefore was prepared to fight at any given moment? Was that why his movements were so fluid – thought through and smooth? He looked like he was ready to fight whatever threat came at him at whatever time, as he was constantly on his guard. It was weird, to say the least.

It was about five minutes before she realized that she was still on the floor in the school corridor, propped up in a sitting position by her arms and her bag lying on her lap. Frowing, she thought that it was rather rude that Four hadn't helped her up, seeing as he was part of the reason that she fell down in the first place. She pushed herself up off her arms and brought her legs round to the side of her, standing up slowly and shakily.

Scurrying off to the library, she held thoughts of Four and his mysterious demeanor in her mind, even as she greeted Will and they sat and ate.

...

It was towards the end of the day when Four was approached by Peter. He had been on his own, leaning agaisnt one of the walls outside the school. Four didn't really like Peter. He seemed like a bit of a dick, really. It was him that always started the bullying in the school, although he normally moved on after a while. It looked to Four like he was still tormenting that Prior girl. And Four absolutely despised those who preyed on the weak.

Peter didn't just act like a dick, he also looked like one. His expensive clothing looked brand new, even after he had worn it for a while, and the way he held himself showed that he thought he was superior to everyone else. His hair was gelled back in a way that Four thought was the most sleezy and stupid look ever, and -

"Four!" Peter called out. Not bothering to hide his disgust at being spoken to by Peter, Four turned towards him with a sneer on his face. Peter immediately lost his cocky look under Four's stern glare, as did most people who came anywhere near him. It was common knowledge that Peter was more than a little scared of Four.

"Hi, er, Four! How you doing?" Peter asked. His voice was shakey, and inwardly Four humored the sudden change in tactics. Although, he had to admit. Peter had nerve. So far, he was the only person who dared to make contact with Four today, other than Prior. Although that obviously hadn't been intentional.

"What do you want, Peter?" Four asked.

Gulping, Peter continued.

"I won't beat around the bush. You see, I used to date this girl-" Four cut him off with a mocking laugh.

"I lose count. You have to be more specific,"

Irritably, Peter frowned. "I was getting to that bit," he huffed. "Tris. Tris Prior. I need you to do something for me."

Four raised his eyebrows. Not only did Peter have the bravery to approach Four, but he also had the arrogance to ask a favour.

And also, what was the deal with this Prior girl? He had heard Peter arguing with one of his 'friends' about her this morning, and now he wanted Four to do a favour concerning her. Four knew that they had dated a while back, although he also knew that they broke up shortly after they became an item. He thought Peter would be long over it by now.

"Well I came up with this plan, just to make her go through what I went through. And I think you're the best man for the job," Peter said.

Four looked away from Peter to the swarm of people still coming out the school entrance. What exactly was it that Peter wanted him to do? Had he really been that attached to his girlfriend that he was so hurt when she left him, despite them only being together for a really short space of time? Four had to admit, this guy was more pathetic than he first thought.

"So what," Four asked, lowering his already deep voice so no one would hear them. "You were overly attached to this girl and she broke your heart? Get over it, dude, this was years ago."

"Two," Peter corrected. "And I didn't have this plan years ago. And you're definitely the best man for the job – you see, every other guy cares about what people think of them. If they were seen with Tris, that would be their reputation down the drain. Yet, you don't care what people think, do you?" Frowing, Four looked back towards Peter. He honestly didn't approve of where this was going.

"I want you to break her heart. Take her out on a few dates, get to know her... then dump her, cruely," Seeing Four's immediate anger, Peter threw in his last bet. "I will pay you."

Four was shocked. This was not something he would normally do, and he couldn't believe that he was making a deal with who he thought was the world's biggest prick. But if there was money in it for him, what did it really matter if some girl got hurt along the way? Did it really matter if Four took her out on a few dates and then dump her? After all, he needed all the money he could get if he wanted to leave Marcus...

"How much are you offering?"

Hey, dudes and dudettes.

I hope you liked chapter one! This was more like a half chapter, sort of an introduction. Chapters will get longer the more we progress into the story. So what did you think? What's going to happen? I'm really excited to finally be writing this, I've been anticipating it for a while! Quick note, my computer had malfuctioned and isn't spell correcting anything, so if there's any spelling errors please go easy! Besides that, thank you for reading! The next chaper should be up soon!