A/N

This is my secound fanfiction on this website. I may have not finished the first one yet.. (please don't hate me) but I had the random need to write another Divergent fanfiction but this time in the present day.

BEATRICE'S POV

I'm surrounded by boxes that pile up taller than me. It's suffocating, being in my room but having no space at all so I immediately start unpacking. Moving from New York to Chicago was hard, especially because it was mid-semester. Saturday night, and i'm here listening to Fall out Boy whilst sorting through my dresser. Such an exciting life I have. I hum along the familiar lyrics of 'Young Volcanoes'

"Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds

It's all over now before it has begun

We've already won"

The music is so loud I'm oblivious to my brother's frantic knocks on my door. Eventually, he has to come in himself. I turn down the music and look at my brother, Caleb.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Lunch is ready. Mum wants us down."

I leave my half-done room and wander down the stairs, taking a turn to the kitchen. Our new house... no. Our new home is bigger than any of the others. It's probably because Dad has had a raise and promotion in his job in the government, resulting in us having to move around from city to city. I'm sick of being known as the 'new girl'.

"Hey honey." I'm greeted my by father in the massive kitchen. He has a plate of chicken and roast potatoes in front of him. "Have you thought about entering any clubs at your new school?"

"Dad, i'm barely done unpacking, let alone think of school." I sigh as I sit down opposite from him.
"What's the point anyway? We're probably just going to movie again in a few months." I say that more to myself than them, but even so, I see my Mum turn away from the stove and look at my Dad.

"What is it?" Caleb piped up.

"Well, we weren't going to tell your until later, but this job of your father's. It's permanent." Mum explained. It took a while for me to process that fact. A grin suddenly spreads on my face involuntarily.

"Does that mean we're staying here?" I can't keep the excitement from showing. A nod from my parents was all I needed. I downed my lunch as fast as I could and ran upstairs to my now permanent-room and bolt to get my laptop from one of the boxes and hook it up to the new printer. I print a list of some of the clubs in my new high school, Faction high, and ticked all the clubs I wanted to enter.

Basketball

Football

Soccer

Badminton

Tennis

Cheerleading (yes)

Track

Lab

Dance

Choir (yes)

Gym (yes)

It only took me another hour to have my room just like the one back in New York, only bigger. I fell back on my bed and looked at my clock. It was only 3:30, so I decide to tour the neighbourhood for a while. I look through my wardrobe and pick out a pear of skinny black jeans, an oversized All-Saints sweater and black combat boots. I didn't bother with make up and just let my hair loose, falling around my shoulders. I grab my coat, run down the stairs.

"I'm just taking a quick walk around the place! I'll be back soon!" I yell at my parents, and before they could say anything back, I was out the door. It was the middle of October but it wasn't that cold. I took off to the left and started walking down the road. I found out that just one street away was a nice little coffee shop, so I decided to have a quick drink. I took a seat by the window and a waitress came up to me asking for my order. In a few minutes my black coffee had arrived and I was admiring the view of the orange-and-yellow leaves still hooked onto the trees when my eyes dart to a guy, who looked roughly around my age, walking through the door into the café. He has short brown hair, a set jaw when I feel the need to look away, my eyes are glued to him. He turns to me, and once I see his eyes I am lost in them. The colour of the sea, the night sky. His gaze is planted on me, which would usually make me feel uncomfortable, but he doesn't.

Snap out of it. You don't even know his name!

I break the eye contact and feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I turn away from him, the mysterious, blue eyed stranger. I hear rustling and look over to see him sitting in the other end of the coffee shop.

I set my sight at the scenery again. Even when I look away, I can feel his gaze on me. Not knowing if it's real or not, I shift in my seat slightly.

He probably has a girlfriend. A guy that good-looking must have dozens of girls swooning over him.

My thoughts are interrupted when my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I take it out read what's on the screen.

Caleb (1) message

Mum wants you home in ten minutes. See ya then!:)

I hastily pay for my coffee and sprint down the block. I arrive at my new home just in time. As I step in, I see that most of the boxes have gone and that the house looked almost done. I go into the living room and see four people standing by, flattening cardboard boxes and throwing them into a pile.

Wait, that can't be right. Four people?

"Oh, hey Beatrice!" Caleb said. That got the attention of everyone else.

"Beatrice! Oh, how lovely to see you!" the man says.

"Sweatheart, this is Marcus Eaton. He's your father's boss." mum says, gesturing to the man.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Eaton." I extend my hand and he shakes it.

"Please, call me Marcus."
I nod at him. He seems like a nice man. I turn around and run up the stairs, but still manage to catch some of the conversation.

"It's a shame my son, Tobias, couldn't come today. I'm sure you're son Caleb and him would have been such good friends."

"Well, there's always next time. And you say he goes to Faction High?" I hear my father say. "Likely chance Caleb will bump into him at school!"

I run the rest of the distance up the stairs and close my door. I kick my shoes off and lie on the bed.

Who was that guy?

My mind buzzes at the thought of him.

What the hell, Beatrice. You haven't even talked to him!

I argue with myself for a while but then I sit up suddenly.

Doesn't Beatrice sound too formal?

How would 'Bea' sound? That's what her friends in New York called her. Nah, too familiar.

'Trixie'

'Betsy'

'Betty'

'Tris'

Actually, I quite like Tris.

"Tris. Tris Prior." I whisper to myself.

A/N

I hope you liked the first chapter. Wow that was long. Please leave a review telling me what you think and if I should carry on writing this story! Sorry if the characters seem a little OOC, I just hope it wasn't that obvious xD