Chapter 1:

I wake up in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock. Today is the day I have been regretting this day since found out we were moving. I slowly walk to my bathroom and hop into the shower. Once I am done dry my hair I walk into my closet I put on a pair of black jeans with a couple of tares, and a navy blue sweatshirt. I let my hair stay down in its natural waves. I then put on a light shade of pink eye shadow, and eyeliner.

Caleb starts to pound on my door and yell " Beatrice hurry up! I don't want to be late on our first day!"

Caleb is always the teacher's pet and a know it all. I do love him, but 90% of the time he is really on my nerves. I grab my book bag and run out the door. Since I only have 5 min. till the bus comes I grab an apple then hurry out the door. I make it to the bus stop just as it arrives. I get on and find an empty seat towards the 10 minutes into the ride a boy walks right up to me.

"What's up doll face, my name is Peter." He says.

Something about his presence makes me uneasy.

" Please leave me alone." I say quietly and politely.

" I know your your new here, so let me explain something. At this school when I want something, I get it." He says while placing his hand right above my knee. I try to take his hand off me, but his grip is too strong. The more I try the harder his grip becomes. I'm gritting my teeth trying not to cry.

"Please stop." I whisper.

He puts his finger up to his chin pretending to think. "Nope" He says popping the "p".

That's when a boy with eyes that almost look like an ocean walks up to us and says to Peter

"

Leave her alone, Peter" He says leaning on to the seat.

Peter smiles innocently and says " Now why would I do that when both of us are having a great time. Right gorgeous?" He gives me a look saying to say right.

I look at the boy with the ocean eyes and quietly say " Please help me."

Peter tightens his grip and I wince.

" Get out of here Peter." He says now thru clenched teeth. Why is he so mad? I guess he just really hates Peter. Peter gives me one more squeeze time really hard and walks off. As soon as he realises his hand I place my hand on top of my already bruising leg. I feel someone sit next to me on the seat and look over to see who is next to me. It is the boy with the ocean eyes. Now that he is closer I can see them better and get lost in them easily.

"Are you Okay?" He asks with concern. All I can do is nod. He carefully removes my hand to look at my bruises. When touches me a bolt of electricity goes thru me. Now Looking at him I see how handsome he is. I mentally slap myself. You just met him Beatrice snap out of it.

I finally speak up " What am I going to tell my parents?"

"Do you play any sports?" He asks

"Yeah, track"

" Say during tryouts you were doing you hurtles and hit your leg on one."

I can't help but smile and say "Thank you."

He also smiles and says "You're welcome. I am Four"

"Beatrice"

" You don't look like a Beatrice can I call you Tris?"

" Sure." I love that name way better than Beatrice.