"Beatrice, open your eyes or I will pry them open. It's the first day for heavens' sake." God, Caleb can be so annoying when his Erudite starts showing. He acts like Sophomore Year is the best thing that ever happened to him. I drag myself out of bed and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, take a shower, pick an outfit, do my hair, and apply my makeup.
"I will be leaving with or without you in 2.3 minutes." I don't like being rushed I don't give half a raisin who you are.
"Leave. I have to get dressed and gather my things for softball and cheer practice. You know I got my own car right?" I don't even get a response. Unless, you consider the front door slamming a response.
I decide on my high waisted black and white floral shorts, a white graphic crop tee with chains printed on it, and my black Timberlands with gold chains instead of shoelaces. Minimal makeup will do for this outfit. My simple mascara and eyeliner should do the trick. Zeke, my boyfriend, always tells me I don't need makeup, along with half of the school. I guess that's what I get for being a great softball player and head cheerleader. Popularity, insane popularity. My phone starts buzzing.
Tris, sweetie, I already told Caleb, I'll be gone for the rest of the school year. Minor setback on my clothing line in Toronto. General Bud says he should visit every once and a while to make sure Andrew doesn't show his face. Love You. Be Brave, Tris.- Mom
No parents for 9 months? Ouu Yas, Turn Up! The things I can do are endless. Parties, sleepovers, stay out late, whatever else. This should be fun. I hop into my Red Corvette and speed to school. I want to be a little early on the first day because I haven't seen my group since Saturday (it's Tuesday).
"URI, CHRISSY, ZEKEY!" I scream to my friends who have beat me here.
"TRISSY!" They scream at once, fully aware of how much I hate that name.
"What's poppin'?" I dap Christina and Uriah off while they shake their heads dismissively. We Dauntless aren't at all classy or formal, but we always are having some fun. Soon enough, they step away from me and give Zeke and me some space.
"Hey." He says softly, opening his arms, waiting for his hug. Instead of answering him, I just hug him tightly. I feel safe in Zeke's arms; he makes me feel all bubbly inside. Yes, I know I sound like a girly girl. I'm not. I just really like Zeke.
"I missed you. A lot." I murmur into the crook of his neck. I can tell he likes it because he chuckles and grips me tighter while kissing my neck over and over. Behind me I can hear Chris and Uri groan. They hate PDA when they aren't a part of it. I really hope Marlene and Will get her soon; they can keep Uriah and Christina occupied for a minute or ten.
"I have to go," I tell them, Zeke mostly, "Tori said she would have a new kid for me to show around. You guys will meet him eventually; he plays baseball, basketball, and football."
"Finally!," Zeke and Uri yell, probably thanking God.
"The Pedrad brothers get more competition, besides Will. Thank You Lord!" Uriah smiles, judging by the hopeful glint in his eyes; he really is thankful. Zeke, Will, and Uriah have been the school's top male jocks since we got here last year. Needless to say, their girlfriends, Chris, Marlene, and I are the top female jocks along with our friend, Shauna. Zeke gives me one more, quick kiss and a tight squeeze before he lets me go to meet Tori and the new boy.
"I love you, Tris. Be good."
"Zeke, I love you too. I will me good. Can you hop off my back with that ish." Ever since Lauren, Peter, Molly, and Drew, the school bullies, jumped me last year Zeke has been on my back. I don't know why he trippin', though. I won that fight. Four weak cowards against one strong, smart athlete. They never stood a chance.