Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent. The lovely Veronica Roth does. I only own the plot. My first fanfiction. So enjoy! :)

I knew this would be a bad idea. Coming to a new school. People barely knowing you and judging you based on what they see. Or that's what it felt like to me. My name is Beatrice Prior. People at my old school called me Tris though. Well, the people that were actually my friends not fakes. I like the name better. Sounds...more braver and has a stronger connotation to it. I am barely at my new school for a day and this girl - I don't even know her name - comes up to me and says, "Wow...you look like you could use a makeover. How about you just go kill yourself." I could barely say anything. My mouth glued shut. Tears threatening to come, but I don't let the tears come close to falling...yet. Not here. It was as if everything was going in slow motion. All of a sudden I see a person block my vision - almost like a blur - step in front of me. I barely hear what the person says to the girl. The only thing I make out of the conversation is that the person has a deep, rumbling voice. Definitely a male. "Learn manners next time. Words hurt, learn that." Is all I hear him say. Did he really just stick up for me? He turns around and faces me. "I'm Four. C'mon let's get you away from here." He - or should I say Four - leads me outside and faces me yet again. "What happened?" Four asks me. "I...I was told...told to go...go kill...myself." Four's face turns from anger to concern in a matter of seconds. "That isn't right. Nobody knows you. So they shouldn't judge. But...I'll tell you this. You go in that school and hold your head held high. Act like her words never affected you. Your strength made her feel weak and that's why she said that. No other reason."

I look into Four's eyes and everything disappears for a split second. I sit down on the ground. Everything that happened that morning hitting me like a freight train. Four sits beside me. "Ignore her. She's just jealous of you. Like I said earlier, she's just jealous of your strength and it made her feel weak." I can feel my lip wobble. "Four, thank you for the kind words but we both know that it hurt me. I'll try to do what you said." I say quietly. I can see Four's facial features harden. I wonder who he is underneath this mask he puts on. I feel like I know him from somewhere...but where? I shake my head. "If you need anyone to talk to, I'm here. It doesn't matter what time of the day, I'll listen." I smile at him and stand up. Four stands up with me. "Thank you, Four. But I don't think you can help me...because the damage has already been done. Not physically but mentally." Four's facial features don't change as I tell him that. I look into his eyes again getting the same feeling. His eyes are a dark blue. Like dreaming, waiting color. The black shirt makes his eyes look darker. I look away.

As I look away, Four gives me a hug. Letting me know that he's here for me. He doesn't know me either so why hug me? Maybe he felt bad for me. I don't even know anymore. He lets go quickly as the hug came."Go in there and show her whose boss. Which is you. Rise above her. I know you can do it. Find the strength to do it." I smile and walk back into the school, with Four following behind me. I think I finally made my first friend that actually cares about me. I'm shaking inside as I see the girl who told me that. I see Four beside me and my strength comes back to me. Something about him makes me feel stronger like I could conquer anything including this. He's sorta like my rock. Someone I know I can trust and will always have my back. Wait...did I just think that? I barely know him and he barely knows me. But it seems like we've known each other for years. "Tris? Tris? You okay?"

I hear someone say, interrupting my thoughts. I look and see Four waving a hand in front of my face. "Sorry...I was just thinking. Not about...what happened today...but how we barely know each other yet it feels like we've known each other for years. I recognize you from somewhere though..." Four looks at me wide eyed then his face quickly goes emotionless. "Where did you used to live?" I ask him. The curiosity getting the best of me. "That is none of your business. Maybe...you'll find out one day. Just not today." I sigh. Why is Four being so mysterious?

So here is my first fanfiction! Review this and tell me what you think. It can be good or bad. Thank you for reading. There will be more to come.

- foureatoncake