Four's POV

"I still don't get what the big deal about this is Zeke." I say into the phone.

"SIX IS COMING TO OUR SCHOOL! YOU DON'T FIND THAT REMOTELY EXCITING?!" My best friend, Zeke, screams into the phone.

"No, she's just some prissy actor chick who's a good singer." I say which I regret because of what comes next.

"ARE YOU FREAKING MAD DUDE?! SHE IS THE HOTTEST ACTRESS/SINGER EVER! She was in Divergent, The Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, The Fault In Our Stars, and The Spectacular Now!" (A/N:"Six" was Katniss and Annabeth in this story so just humor me. She also wrote some songs that aren't really hers so please humor me.)

"Okay okay, now I need to go to sleep. It's already midnight."

"Fine. Later bro."

He hangs up and I sigh in relief. Tomorrow is my senior year at Divergent High. There's this actress/singer, Six, who is going to come to our school. It's her senior year too. Everyone's freaking out but I don't see what the big deal is. She's probably gonna be one of those "I'm better than you" actresses. She's probably gonna want us to worship her like some sort of goddess.

I hop on my motorcycle and head to school. My little group is already there. I see Zeke's black truck, he usually rides with Shauna, Uriah, and Marlene. Christina's pink buggy, she usually rides with Lauren and Will. Poor Will. And Lynn's black bike. I'm on my way to get my schedule when I bump into someone. They fall to the floor and papers fly everywhere. I immediately help them up and hand them their papers when I see who it is.

Six.

She's beautiful in real life. She has flowing golden hair that cascades down to the small of her back and blue eyes that have a grey storm behind them that ignite a fire of confidence and determination. She doesn't look as girly as I expected her to be. She's wearing a black Imagine Dragons t-shirt and some worn out jeans with a leather jacket. She has combat boots but she is wearing makeup too. Not that much though. She has a little black eye makeup and I think some red lipgloss? Yeah, lipgloss sounds right.

"Sorry, I'm such a klutz," she laughs. "I'm Six, you are?"

"I know who you are. I'm Four," I say it a little harsher than intended.

"Well, sorry again Four." And she walks off just like that. Usually someone would be offended. I go grab my schedule then head to my locker. #1044. I'm on the evens side this year. There's an odds hall and an evens hall for the lockers. I look to my left and see some random cheerleader slut at locker #1042 who bats her eyelashes at me. When I look to my right, I am met with those magical eyes that seem to enchant me every time we meet.

"Well hello again Four," she smiles warmly at me.

"Hey Six," I say a little less colder this time. "Can I see your schedule?"

She nods and hands it to me. We have all the same classes! I get a goofy grin on my face. She looks at me weirdly but then smiles back.

"We have all the same classes," she guesses. I nod. "Cool, can you help me find my way around this school?"

"Yeah, of course." As we walk a question pops in my head. "I thought you had brown hair and green eyes, what happened?"

"Oh, um. Well, when I became "famous" I didn't want people to know what a really looked like when I went back to the "normal" life." She puts quotes around famous and normal. I wonder why, I guess she isn't what I thought she's be. "So I dyed my hair brown and wore green contacts. I also stopped wearing my glasses."

"You have glasses?" I ask.

"Yeah, I just didn't want to wear them on the first day of school. I wanted to make a good impression, you know?" She says.

"Mhm. What's your real name? It can't be Six." The words just pop out of my mouth.

"Mhm. What's your real name? It can't be Four." She counters back.

"Touche," I smirk.