So I know this I kind of an overused topic, but its my favorite. anyway, ENJOY!

"BEATRICE," a shout comes from my brother, Caleb, "GET UP!"

I look at my clock, "crap," I mutter to myself as I bolt upright, out of the secure pile of blankets and pillows. Today is my first day at Chicago High, and honestly, I am freaking out.

This won't be my first time going to a new school. My dad has a job that has him relocate every six years. It is truly annoying.

I take a shower, blow-dry and then straighten my hair, put on mascara and eyeliner. I pull my black leggings on, then put on my black tank top with a jean vest overtop. I run out the door to my Toyota Prius and I am off to my first day.

I pull into a parking spot next to a silver BMW. I look around, and every car is either a luxury car or a foreign sports car. Every. Single. One. I walk forward, admiring the twelve million dollar parking lot, when a car manages to brake just in time before it smashes me to the ground.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I shout at the top of my lungs. "IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU?"

A tall, lean, bronzed girl, gets out of the car. "Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" she looks at me with compassionate brown eyes before muttering to herself, "God Chris, you're such a klutz."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I say lowering my voice, "Just a little startled"

She laughs, "I'm Christina, by the way"

"Tris"

"It's really nice to meet you. Are you new here?" She asks.

"Um, yeah. I'm from, well, all over the place," I answer. "But, I just moved here from North Carolina"

"No way? I moved here from NC like 7 years ago!" She says.

"That's so cool!" I say coolly, "Small world."

"It really is." She reaches to get her book bag out of her car, and says "c'mon! Let's go get your schedule! I get my schedule from the office and it turns out I have two classes with Christina. "See ya in pre-Cal!" she yells across the hall. I wave, turn around, and make my way to world history.

"Um, hi, my name is Tris Prior. I'm new," I say to the teacher. He has black greasy hair and piercings all over his face. It is exceedingly gross.

"Oh, a new kid," he says it like I am a meal. And he is about to eat me. "Take a seat in the back with Zeke over there."

I walk to the back of the class and sit down in my desk. "Hi, I'm Zeke."

"Yeah," I say with a smirk, I know."

"Wait," he looks at me, startled, "You know who I am? How?"

I smile, "the teacher, he told me to come sit in the back with you"

"Oh duh, right," he looks at his pencil, "so where are you fr-"He is interrupted by an unbelievably gorgeous boy walking through the door.

"Four," the teacher spits, "you're late"

"Actually Eric," Four smiles, he has a pretty smile. Snap out of it Tris. "I have forty-seven seconds left before class starts."

Eric scowls "get to your seat."

Four makes his way to the back of the room, never looing away from me. He slides gracefully into the seat beside me.

"Do you have a pencil?" he asks me.

I look up at him. His eyes are blue with a shade of black in them. They are truly mesmerizing "you don't have a pencil on the first day of school?"

"I do actually." He smirks, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I reach into my bag and pull out a pencil. "Here, just in case you really needed one and didn't want to face the embarrassment of not being prepared on the first day of school."

When he reaches for the pencil, our hands meet and I feel electricity pulsing through my fingertips, spreading throughout my body.

Four's dark eyes lock on mine. He sets the pencil on his desk without looking away from me. "Thank you," he smiles, what did you say your name was?"

I look away, ending our staring contest, "I didn't, but it's Tris."

He smiles, looking down at his desk, "I like it, your name."

I feel a smile form at my lips and my face grow hot. "Thank you."

Eric breaks up the conversation by starting class. "You will be working with a partner for the first assignment. Get to know them and write a report about them due next week."

Four looks over at me, "would you like to be my partner?"

I hear Zeke Huff. "Damn it, Four, we took this class together so we both could have reasonable partners, unlike last year."

I look at Four, "I can go find a new partner. It's really no big deal" I say, but, if Four wasn't my partner I would be pretty bummed.

"Nonsense," he says scowling at Zeke, "Zeke is just being a drama queen. He'll get over it"

I laugh, "Okay"

"You have a nice laugh" Four says, and once again my cheeks fill with heat for the third time in two minutes. What is it about him?

"Um, thank you." I smile at my desk.

He hands me a ripped piece of notebook paper with a phone number on it. "Call me later," he looks at me, and then adds, "So we can work on our project"

Hi guys! Please R&R! love ya

-Riley