HEY, PEEPS! THIS IS MY SECOND STORY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT! DON'T WORRY FOR THOSE WHO ARE STILL WAITING FOR THE 9TH CHAPTER OF UNBREAKABLE, IT'LL BE UP SOON!
I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT!
Tris'-
The screaming of my alarm awakes me everyday, but today, I hear nothing but silence.
I force my lazy self to sit up and eye the clock.
Fuck!
"Mom!" I yell as I stare at the numbers 6:41 glowing on my digital clock.
I jump out of bed with my covers tangled around me and fall to the floor.
"Honey!" I hear my mother yell from down the hall.
"Mom!" I shout as I untangle myself from my dark blue blanket. "I forgot to set my clock!"
"Oh no!" She yells back and I hear footsteps litter the hall and in a second she is there, standing at my door.
"Beatrice! Stop playing and get up; you have a job interview today, you can't miss it.
"Mom," I start as I get up, "I was supposed to wake up at 6:00 so I can get ready by 6:30 and go by the coffee shop to get a mocha and then grab my cab."
My mother smiles at me. "You don't want to keep Max waiting on you. I'll make coffee while you get dressed."
With that she quickly walks out of my room and jogs down the stairs.
I run to my bathroom and brush my teeth. Then take a quick shower and wrap my hair in a messy bun. I open my cabinet and pull out my mascara.
I run it along my eyelashes and it quickly makes them longer even though without the mascara, my lashes touch nearly my eyebrows.
I sigh as I look at the color of my eyes.
My right eye is blue-gray while the other is a powerful green.
It's a painful story of how it got like that, but I don't have time for backstories.
I run out of my bathroom and look at my clock.
Shit! It's 7:02!
I swing open my closet door and pull out black skinny jeans and a tee that says 'anybody can be cool but awesome takes practice', and I also grab my black Don Martens .
"Mom!" I yell again as I stuff this outfit into a huge, blue bag along with my phone.
I run down the stairs and slip on my socks and walk to the kitchen.
I find my mother sitting at the table, sipping coffee.
She hands me a to go cup, because since we are a weird family, we collect cups like that.
I mutter a thanks and head for the front door.
"Beatrice, where are your clothes?" She questions and I sigh.
"Mom, I'm only in shorts and a long t-shirt. If I put on my clothes I won't have time to make it to the taxi. I'll just change in the taxi, okay." I answer.
She looks at the microwave clock and says, "It's 7:04…you have exactly 11 minutes to make it to the taxi."
"I know," I smile and run over to land a kiss on her cheek. "Love you, Mom."
I run out of the kitchen and out of the door.
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I pant as I reach the taxi that is waiting for me at the stop.
I knock on the window and give a small smile at the face looking back at me.
Max unlocks the back door and says, "Where have you been?! You are-" he checks his watch, "about 20 minutes late!"
"I'm sorry, Max," I say as I literally jump into the back of the cab, "I woke up late and I didn't have time to get dressed or anything. All I did was grab a coffee and I ran all the way here."
"Oh, well, we only have a matter of minutes to get to that interview of yours and where are you clothes?" Max asks as I hand him the undrunken coffee that my Mom made me.
"I told you! I didn't have time to get dressed!" I yell as I begin to pull off my now dirty socks.
"Okay," Max says in defense and puts his hands up.
He begins to drive off and I pull my phone out of my bag.
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"Oh, god…" Max complains as we hit traffic.
"Oh, no…I'm totally gonna be late for this interview," I face plant myself.
"Look, it's alright," Max soothes me, "We were supposed to be past this traffic by now, but someone had to be late!"
"Uh! I'm sorry, but I forgot to set my alarm clock last night!" I remark angrily.
"It's fine…we're just gonna have a visitor with us, because this is the time that I pick him up. Just don't freak out." Max says as he looks at me through the mirror.
Someone else will get in the taxi. I should've set my freaking alarm! I mean like, I was supposed to change, but that would be no problem if it was a girl, but NO! It just had to be a boy he picks up at this time!
"No, I'm fine with it…" I say casually.
"Good," Max sighs a sigh of relief, "He's only 18 and he's a senior at Dauntless high. He works as a policemen on the weekends, but yeah, I think you two would get along well."
He's a halftime policeman! Oh, no! I hope I don't get in trouble for changing in the backseat of a taxi…and plus, this job that I am planning on having for the weekends is working at Tori's Tattoo Parlor or T'sTP.
"Really…I go to the same school and I probably know him." I frown. "I hope I don't know him…"
"He's a nice guy…he's a star player for his football team." Max smiles crookedly through the mirror.
Four.
Is the first word that I can think of.
"You mean…Four?" I question.
"Yeah!" Max beams. "So you do know him."
"Yeah, he's alright…I guess he doesn't know when to leave someone alone. He keeps trying to interact with me; him and his friends. I know I don't get along with anyone because of my mismatched eye color, but I remember the time he told me they were pretty, but, no one else thinks that." I look at my bare feet.
"I think they're pretty," Max says calmly.
"You don't count!" I chuckle and so does Max.
"Oh, look! There he is!" Max yells happily.
We pull up to a street filled with walking people, and I scooch over to create enough room for Four.
The door opens and a body gets in.
The door slams and we drive off.
I just stare out of the window until a voice breaks the silence.
"Hey, I know you!" beams the voice.
I turn my head just enough to look at Four.
I am met with his dark, blue eyes staring back at me.
"You're the girl with the pretty eyes!" Four shouts again.
"Yeah," I say, breaking eye contact with him. "Not everyone thinks that."
"Yea, I know…but who cares what anyone else thinks," he frowns.
"Hey, Tris," Max says and I look up. "We're 7 minutes away from your destination. You might want to change."
I sigh and begin to pull out my outfit and shoes out of my backpack.
I'm about to peel off my shirt, but then I realize that Four is in the car.
"Excuse me, but could you please turn away…" I say slowly.
"Y- Yeah," He stammers and spins around to face the window.
I take off my shorts and put on my black skinny jeans having to move around a lot in the process. I pull off my shirt and Max's voice frightens me.
"Four!" He shouts and Four jump up beside me. "I know that you are still a teenage boy, but that is not an excuse to stare at Tris while she is changing."
Four's eyes widen as I throw on my shirt and he studders with his words.
"Wha- what…but I wasn't…" Four says and Max bursts into a fit of laughter.
I feel my cheeks burn and I try to hold it back.
"Sure you weren't," He smirks.
I just ignore it and pull on my black Don Martens.
"Okay," I say as I toss my pajamas into the blue bag. "I'm done."
"Good," Max says and eyes Four, "I hope you always set your alarm clock so Four won't have to see you change ever again."
I laugh and Four shakes his head, but a chuckle is slipped from his lips.
"Tris, we're here." Max states and stops the taxi.
"Thanks," I mutter and open my door, pulling my huge, blue bag along with me.
"Wait!" shouts Four as he steps out of the taxi and follows me to the entrance of the parlor.
"Hey, I don't know if I'll see you tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to seeing you Monday," he smiles.
"Yeah, I'll be at school…and please, don't talk to me okay," I say.
"Why?" he questions.
"Because I hate how those girls look at me when you do," I say slightly.
"Well, Tris," Four shakes his head, "You'll just have to deal with it."
I frown and Four laughs.
"Hey!" Max yells from the taxi. "We're on a tight schedule!"
Four waves him away and turns back to me, "Bye, Myriad."
"What?" I ask confused.
"It means various, which means of many kinds. I gave you that nickname because of those eyes…they're different colors." Four says and I feel my face turn red.
"Really, Four!" Max yells from the yellow taxi, "She has an interview to get to and you're over here making puppy love! We have to go!"
Four smiles at me once again and says, "See you Monday, Myriad."
With that he hops back in the taxi and I watch them drive off.
Myriad…
I like it.
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