Chapter 1-
Beatrice Prior swung her book bag over her shoulder and sat down next to her brother, Caleb, on the couch. Their parents were giving them a small pep talk, getting them ready for their first days of school as a freshman and a sophomore.
"Just have fun, and don't get into trouble. We'll see you after school." Natalie Prior said with a small smile as she embraced her two children. Beatrice smiled back at her mother and went to hug her father. The two Abnegation teenagers exited the house and started walking towards school.
"Don't worry, Beatrice. It's going to be fine." Caleb smiled at his younger sister, keeping a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yeah." Beatrice smiled back. The two Prior siblings walked into the school building and almost immediately, a Dauntless teenager tackled Caleb. Caleb laughed and hugged the boy tightly, "How was your summer, man?" Caleb asked as he smacked the boy's shoulder.
"It was great, Caleb. How was yours?" the boy asked.
Beatrice shrunk back behind her brother as he watched the boy laugh and converse with her brother. He had neatly trimmed dark brown hair that seemed black if you looked at it from a certain angle. His eyes flickered towards Beatrice for a moment but then turned back towards her brother.
"Oh, sorry. Four, this is my sister, Beatrice. Beatrice, this is my best friend, Four." Beatrice forced a small nervous smile on her face as she stared at the blue-eyed boy. His smile dropped down to a tight line and he nodded politely at Beatrice, shaking her hand.
"Are you a Freshman?" the boy asked. Beatrice nodded, not wanting to say anything since she knew that the moment she opened her mouth, she would start ranting about how gorgeous Four was.
"She's going to be in the sophomore math class. I'm going to be in the senior math class, though. Mr. Waters bumped me up. Can you take her there?" Caleb asked, eyeing the clock warily.
Four nodded and turned back towards Beatrice.
"Shall we?"
Caleb scampered off, his books held tightly in his hands. Beatrice nodded and followed Four towards the classroom.
"So, you're smart?" Four asked, trying to make a conversation with the younger girl.
"I guess so. They told me to skip freshman math and go straight to sophomore math class."
Four nodded and turned to walk into a classroom but noticed that Beatrice had wandered off on her own. He quickly sidestepped a few people and gently took her hand.
"Whoa, freshman. The class is this way."
Beatrice blushed and followed Four into the classroom. His eyes lit up when he saw his friends, he quickly ran towards them and took his seat in the middle of a Dauntless boy and a Dauntless girl.
Beatrice's eyes widened as she looked for a place to sit. The teacher was going to come in soon and she didn't want to be standing awkwardly, looking for someplace to sit.
She heard someone whistle and she quickly turned to see an Erudite boy smiling up at her.
"Hey, I'm Will. Why don't you sit here? Teacher's coming soon."
Beatrice nodded and sat down next to the Erudite boy.
"Are you a freshman?" Will asked.
Beatrice nodded, "Yeah…are you?"
Will nodded, "Yep. Quite nervous."
A few minutes later, the teacher walked in and introduced himself as Mr. Waters and he started teaching. The class ended in half an hour and Beatrice quickly stood up, eager to go to her next class—English.
"Where are you headed?" Will asked.
"English class, Ms. Grace. Room 3A." Beatrice replied, pointing at her schedule.
"Me too," Will smiled. "Let's go together."
Beatrice nodded and followed Will to the classroom. She entered the class and quickly fumbled for a seat next to Will. Beside her was a Dauntless boy, he had bronze colored skin and he had a handsome smile etched on his face.
He turned and smiled at Beatrice.
"Oh, hey. I'm Uriah. What's your name?"
Beatrice blushed as she stared into his eyes. "Beatrice Prior."
He raised his eyebrow, "Oh, Caleb's sister?" he asked.
"Yeah." Beatrice replied.
The two chatted quietly before Ms. Grace entered the classroom and started teaching.
"Does anyone know the answer for question number six?" Ms. Grace asked, pointing at their English books.
A Candor boy in the corner raised his hand with a proud look on his face. Ms. Grace pointed at him and he cleared his throat, "The answer is letter A."
Ms. Grace checked the book and shook her head, "Sorry, Peter. That's incorrect. Anyone else? Yes, how about you?"
Beatrice was speechless when she saw Ms. Grace pointing at her. Beatrice cleared her throat, "Um…letter C?"
Ms. Grace checked the book and nodded, "Correct, Beatrice."
After an hour, they were dismissed for lunch.
Will and Beatrice walked towards the cafeteria, quietly talking about their factions. They entered the cafeteria and Will quickly looked around. "Man, this place is packed. How are we ever going to—" Will stopped talking when a roll flew his way. He quickly put his hand in front of him and caught the roll in his hands.
"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry." Someone yelled. Will and Beatrice turned to see a Candor girl with her hands to her mouth. "Al, you idiot!" she snapped at the guy sitting across from her. She quickly ran towards Will and Beatrice and started apologizing.
"Nice reflexes though," the girl said, smiling at Will. "I'm Christina. Freshman. You were in my English class, right?"
Beatrice and Will nodded and Christina smiled.
"Sit with us!" she grinned.
"You sure?" Will asked Christina.
"Candors don't lie." Beatrice and Will nodded, heading towards the table.
"Guys, this is Al." Al was a big, clumsy Candor but he had a big smile.
"Hey. I'm Will and this is Beatrice."
The four started talking when Beatrice stood up, "I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back."
She started walking towards the bathroom when she felt a cold liquid spilling onto her Abnegation grey clothes.
She gasped and turned to see a Candor boy smirking at her. It was Peter from her English class. "Sorry. I tripped." He said with a smirk on his face.
"You did that on purpose!" Beatrice shrieked.
Almost everyone in the cafeteria was staring at them, some holding in their snickers. Her eyes scanned the crowd to see Four staring at them. But he did nothing. She looked at him urgently, almost pleading for him to help her.
"No, I didn't. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm Candor. I definitely didn't do that by accident…stiff." He chuckled.
Beatrice bit back a scream and held in her tears before rushing towards the bathroom. And from that moment on,
Beatrice hated Four.
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