A/N: Hey I'm Tori! This is my first divergent story so I hope you enjoy it! Inspired by James Arthur's "Say You Won't Let Go". This story contains two of my favorite things: divergent and soccer. So, if you don't understand some of my terms I will leave them in an A/N at the bottom. Enjoy!

Four POV:

Zeke passes to me and runs past two midfield players for a give-n-go. I dribble until number nine, right wing player, is a few feet in front of me, then cross the ball to Zeke across the field. He takes his shot on goal and scores, the ball swishing in the top left-hand corner of the net. We're winning but not by much with the score being 4-3. I will admit this team is good but we are one of the best in the district.

The quarter is almost over with only three and a half minutes left. We jog back to our side of the field; the other getting the kick off. We could score another goal before the last quarter if we push our asses to the limit. If we win this, we go to states. Then we could go to nationals.

The other team's forward kicks the ball to their defense and runs past me, towards our goal. I run forward towards their goal, ready for our special play to win. Number fifteen on the others team is cut short when our stopper, Al, plays up on him and steals the ball, dribbling then passing to Uriah, right midfield, and he dribbles along the line and passes down the line to Zeke, who passes to me. I dribble past the right defender and fake out his cover player when I dribble to the right and cut to the left. I shoot on goal and score when it hits the top of the net. The ref blows the whistle and the third quarter is over. We jog off the field to our coaches, Amar and George, and walk to the corner of the field with our waters, so the other team can't hear our plays.

"Okay guys. Great game so far! I don't want any slacking in this last quarter or they'll catch up to us and maybe beat us. Don't let this go to your heads. Got it?" Amar asks us while we all sit either on the ground or we crouch to regain our breaths. Amar and George continue to tell us our positions until the ref blows the whistle to start the last quarter and we put our waters and Gatorades into our bags and run back onto the field.

The fourth quarter goes as well as the third did and we win the game 7-4. Zeke jogs the short distance to me and shouts, "We're going to states, brother!" and throws his arm around my shoulders. We stand on the line and say our "good games" to the other team. We walk back to the corner where we always sit during time between quarters on after games and sit on the ground.

"Hey, great game guys! Who's ready for states?" George cheers. Everyone shouts and stomps their cleats on the ground. After a post-game pep talk, we all stand and walk to get our stuff, take off our cleats and shin guards, slip our feet into our slides, and take our separate ways, some chatting on their way to their cars, some walking to family or friends, some walking alone. I was the latter until Zeke came up behind me, Uriah trailing right after.

"Hey man. Great game!" Zeke says in his naturally carefree tone.

"Hey, you too man," I say back. We are the two starting forward players and we each scored multiple goals in this game, along with Uriah. We started walking towards our group, who I didn't realize were here, and notice a new girl standing next to Christina while Will walks to Christina and wraps his arms around her waist. I continue to stare at the unknown girl. She has a petite figure, long honey blonde hair, and amazing, stormy blue eyes. She's wearing a Twenty-One Pilots sweatshirt and long white wash jeans along with red high-top converse all to protect her skin from the bitter wind of mid-October. The girl notices my staring and becomes bright red, from what I don't know, before I look at the ground, becoming slightly red in my face as well. Christina picked up on our little… stare off, and decided to introduce everyone.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot guys. Everyone, this is Tris," Christina says.

Tris POV:

"Oh, yeah, I forgot guys. Everyone, this is Tris," Christina says. Everyone looks at me and I look back with my 'are-you-forgetting-something?' face. "Oh, um. Yeah. Tris, this is Will," She gestures to the guy wearing a sweaty soccer uniform with a number eight on his shirt and has his arms wrapped around her waist. "Marlene," She points to a smiling girl with blonde hair and brown eyes who is about five inches taller than me. "Shauna," she nods to a girl about the same height as Marlene with brown hair and hazel eyes. "Zeke," She points to a guy with light brown skin, dark, curly hair, and warm eyes, who is about six feet tall. He's wearing a uniform with number nineteen on the back. "Uriah," She gestures to another guy who looks a lot like Zeke, but slightly taller and younger, wearing number fifteen on it. They look like brothers. "And that's Four," She says and looks to the last guy. He is very tall and handsome with dark, captivating eyes. I can see his muscles through his uniform, which is labeled as number four. Ironic. I realize I have been staring a little too long and look to the ground, my face heating up once again.

Everyone else was chatting away, except for Four. We both stood quiet and awkward until Christina said she was leaving with Will.

"Wait Christina. Can you give me a ride home?" I ask before she walked too far away. She looked over her shoulder while walking away with Will and smirked.

"I'm sure Four can give you a ride home," She shouted and winked then turned around and continued walking with Will. Of course, she noticed my staring. I know her for not even two days and she can already see right through me. Am I that predictable? I turn around when someone taps my shoulder and see none other than Four himself. He is really tall. Probably around six feet four inches (A/N: see what I did there?) And I'm only five feet one inch, so he's over a foot taller than me. I am once again staring, so I look to the ground once again.

After a few minutes, he talks. "Well, do you need a ride home?" He is looking at me with a small grin on his face. I nod and feel a slight blush come to my face. He waits for me to catch up and walk beside him since he started walking before me and his legs are much longer than mine.

He leads me to an old, blue pick-up truck and opens the door for me. I hoist myself up since its so far off the ground while mumbling a quick 'thank you'. He walks around to the driver's side and starts the truck after throwing his soccer bag in the backseat. We drive for a few minutes before I speak up. "I live on Abnegation Avenue." I say so he knows where to drop me off.

"Okay. I do too," He says not looking away from the road. "It'll be a few minutes before we get there." And we end up in a tense and awkward silence.

"So… wanna get to know each other?" I question just to brake the silence. He is quiet for what feels like minutes when its only seconds. When he responds, his voice is short and clipped.

"Sure."

"Okay, how about twenty questions?" I ask, remembering the silly game from my childhood.

"Okay." His answer is once again clipped. It takes me no time to think a question.

"When is your birthday? Like day/month/year." I ask, clarifying my question. He takes his eyes off the road to glance at me out of the corner of his eye.

"October 21st, 2000," He answers clearly. So he's almost seventeen. He looks like he is thinking of a question for me but then changes his mind.

"How about you?"

"My birthday?" I ask unsure of what he was asking.

"Yeah."

"June 13th, 2001." I reply glancing at him. I immediately ask him the next question.

"What grade are you in?" He responds by telling me he's a junior. Same as me. It goes on and eventually us asking a question and us both answering it.

"Any siblings?" I ask.

"Nope. Only child," He replies grinning. It's now that I realize that we stopped and are parked in the local mall's parking lot that is nearly deserted.

"Ugh, lucky," I say. "I have a brother, Caleb, who isn't even a full year older than me and acts like he's my dad. I love him, but he can be so over bearing," I spill out. I look at Four and he is staring at me, silently chuckling. "What?" I ask, slightly frustrated. He looks at me probably thinking of a reply.

"You are just kinda cute when you babble," He says then looks at his lap, but I don't miss the blush on his face. This makes me blush as well and we drift into silence. A few minutes later he asks, "Do you want my number so you can call me if you need a ride?" He still has a slight blush on is cheeks and I grin. I say yes and hand him my phone. He puts his number in my phone then hands it back to me and I text him to let him know my number. Then he asks me another question that I'm surprised didn't come up yet. "So, your sixteen… don't you have your license?"

"Yeah, but I got my license right before we moved so I don't have a car yet." He just nods. He puts the truck in gear and slowly pulls out of the parking lot. "What's your address again?" He asks.

"5230 Abnegation Avenue," I reply. We are close to my house… I think. I have only lived here a few days.

"Oh, so you're the family that moved in next door." He glances over at me, realization on his face. We turn onto Abnegation Ave and we park in the driveway next to my house. "Well, this is my house. I'll walk you to your door?" He says but it sounds more like a question. I nod my head and we both get out of the truck. We walk down the driveway and onto the sidewalk, going around the fence around the front lawn. We walk up the front steps to my house and we stop, standing in front of the front door.

"Thank you for the ride home," I say, noticing how close we are standing. He just nods saying a 'no problem' and continues looking at me. I look at my feet and I still feel his eyes burning holes in the top of my skull. I look up just as he starts talking again.

"Well, I should get home before my dad starts freaking out."

"Yeah, my brother is probably watching us from inside," I reply biting my lip, secretly not wanting him to go just yet. We stare at each other's face for what feels like hours but was only a minute more." It was nice meeting you Four. Thank you again."

"Yeah you too. And no problem, once again." He smirks and starts walking down the front steps. I don't go inside until he is walking up his driveway and I hear his front door open and close. I open the front door quickly to get out of the mid-October wind. Just as I predicted, Caleb is sitting on the couch in the living room, and I mentally prepare myself for his up-coming questions about where I was, who I was with, and who was that boy.

"Who is your new… friend?" He asks. Yup. I knew it was coming.

"He's just a new friend that I met, Caleb. I watched his soccer game with Christina." He already met Christina since she lives only a block away. I met her when I went on a bike ride past her house and we started talking then she came over to my house.

"But I thought Christina was giving you a ride?"

"Yeah but then she left with her boyfriend so Four gave me a ride home. He lives right next door anyways." I tell Caleb nonchalantly.

"What kind of name is Four? Must be a nickname. What kind of parent would name their children after numbers? Beatrice, it is a nickname, correct? If that is his actually name, I will not allow you to associate with him." Caleb finishes his little rant with a questioning yet strict 'big brother' look.

"Yes Caleb," I sigh, "Four is his nickname. I don't know his real one, so don't bother asking me." I walk pass the kitchen and up the stairs after hearing Caleb mutter 'Oh thank God' under his breath but just loud enough for me to hear. I walk down the hall and jump on my bed after taking my Converse sneakers off. I lay here for a few minutes before deciding to take a shower. I pull my long hair into a messy bun since I just washed it last night. I take my clothes off and throw them into my hamper before wrapping my towel around my body and walking across the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and wait for it to turn the right temperature before getting in. Fifteen minutes later I walk back into my room after my shower and brushing my hair and teeth, and change into a sports bra, underwear, sleeping shorts, a cami, and a sweatshirt from the time I went to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania a few years ago. I flip my light off and crawl into my bed. I check my phone when I notice the time. 10:03. Tomorrow is my first day at my new school and Caleb will wake me up at five AM to get there when school starts at seven thirty. I decide to text Four and ask him for a ride since he lives just next door and is now my friend…kinda.

Hey, Four. It's Tris. Um can u maybe give me a ride to school tomorrow. I really don't want 2 wake up at 5 in the morning 4 my brother to drive me. It doesn't take a full minute for him to respond.

Yeah, no problem(again). I'll pick u up at 7?

Yeah, sure. Thank you Four! Goodnight.

Goodnight, Short stack.

Short stack? Where did that come from?

Idk. I just came up with it. Imma genius.

Yeah just like Einstein. Sure…

Yup just like Einstein ;)

Ughhhh. Night 4

Goodnight Short stack ;)

Ughhhhhhhhh

;)

U r not gonna let that go r u?

Nope

Ughhh!

Haha. Night…

Don't say it…

Short stack ;)

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I stare at the screen for a few more seconds then set it on the pillow next to my head and try to fall asleep. After what felt like hours of thinking, I fall asleep with Four on my mind.

A/N: Okay first chapter done! Please R&R

I plan on updating every Tuesday but that may change slightly in the next two months since the soccer season is starting and my dance classes are starting in a month. But it will be smooth sailing after that! Thanks for reading!

-Tori

Give-n-go – A play where one person passes to another and then sprints to a non-guarded area(guarded by the other team I mean) and the other person passes back to the first person. I'm hope you understand what I meant

Mid-field – acts as both defense and offense

And I think those are the only terms that anyone may not understand. If you have a question, please review or PM me.

-Tori