Summary: Beatrice Prior, victim to bulling since she moved to Divergent High. Tobias Eaton a sexy guy in her year with a dark past. What happens when they meet?

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

Warning: OC's, Bullying, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Feels.

Pairing: Tris/Tobias

Extra:

Eric is confused

I ship Eric with my OC

Peter is an Ass like usual

Caleb is hot af

Rating: T, maybe M later *wink wink*

Speech:

-Tris' Thoughts-

~Tobias Thoughts~

-Blair

-/-

Beatrice Prior yawned sleepily as she trailed her eyes over the hardback book pages of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This was like the hundredth time she had read the books but one doesn't simply stop reading Harry Potter. She burrowed herself deeper in her covers and sighed contently from the warmth she received. It was winter this time of year and she hated winter nights but also loved them. The hot mugs of Coco and building Snowmen with the family and don't forget Christmas! But it also meant she had to wear 20 layers of clothes if she wanted to walk out the house without getting frostbite.

Looking at the red glowing digits of her clock that read 4:30 am she finally gave into her desire to sleep and placed a hand drawn bookmark into the crease of pages and shut it close. Placing it on her bedside table she smiled satisfied and offed the lamp and snuggled into her duvet and closed her eyes. She didn't care she would only get 3 hours of sleep she was bloody tired.

"Wake up Tris!" was the first thing that came to Beatrice's ears when she woke up. It seemed she had overslept and her brother, Caleb Prior, had 'kindly' decided that throwing his sister of her bed and screaming at her was the best way to wake her up. Yeah. No.

"I'm up! I'm up!" she muttered trying to get him to shut up and he did.

"You have 10 minutes to get ready or you'll be late on your first day back." Caleb said as he closed the door.

"Mmmm." Mumbled Beatrice as she made herself comfy on the floor not really giving a damn about what her brother was saying.

"WAIT 10 MINUTES?!" she screamed sitting up straight. She could faintly hear her brother laughing from downstairs and groaned. She scrambled around her room, cursing like a sailor the whole time. Finally, she had gotten a pair of jeans of and a blue thick, large sweater on along with some sneakers. She had a shower last night and was clean enough. Walking into the bathroom she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She curled her eyelashes and put on some mascara along some eyeliner.

She grabbed her bag which she also made last night and dashed out her door. Only to go back to grab her phone and headphones. She also grabbed her purse for lunch. Leaping out the door she saw Caleb had left without her and she didn't know how to drive so she grabbed her bike and placed her bag in the basket and paddled as fast as she could.

5 minutes and 3 times nearly getting hit by a car later she arrived at school. Personally Beatrice hated school with a passion and she had no friends. Wait. The librarian liked her and was sort of her friend. Teachers count right?! Not to mention Eric and Peter was assholes to her.

Eric and Peter were two Sophomores at Divergent high and bullied her since day 1. And her being the shy, quiet girl she is didn't stick up for herself. She hated herself for that. Eric was actually the nice one, he never beat her or anything they just called her nasty things and pushed her into lockers gently and stuff. But Peter took it to the next level by entering her personal space and practically eye raping her. He was a real asshat. Eric always dragged him away before it went too far though. And she was grateful.

Eric was a really 6'3 blond guy with piercing and a tattoo from his neck to his chest and up his arms and Beatrice had to say it looked cool. Peter was a 5'8 snobby brown haired brat with one piercing on his eyebrow. He had a crooked nose from getting it broken so many times in fights. He really didn't scare Beatrice she just didn't like how he treated her and she carried pepper spray on her person now because of it.

She thought about getting self-defence classes but she couldn't even do a push up without feeling asthmatic. She locked her bike to a metal post near many other bikes and made her way to school. All the lockers were the same from last year and had your timetables in them so she walked to the 2nd floor and opened her locker with ease but spotted a brown haired girl struggling with hers. She stopped and just glared at it before punching the metal angrily only to regret it seconds later as she gripped her aching hand and hopping around moaning in pain.

Beatrice laughed at the sight but took pity on her and walked up to her. "Need a hand?" she said, pun intended.

The girl looked up and Beatrice was momentarily stunned by the innocent adorableness she acquired. She had deep green eyes and hazel brown hair with tanned skin, freckles dusted over her nose much like Beatrice's and rose red cupid bow lips. And when she realised what Beatrice said she practically glowed with happiness and screamed a happy "Yes!"

Beatrice pushed the locker back and listened for the faint click of the lock getting unstuck before twisting the knob and opening the door. "There." Beatrice said and made a move to walk away but was pulled back by the smaller girl who was grinning at her.

"Thanks! I'm Jamie Smith, what's yours?" she asked bubbly and Beatrice felt almost compelled to answer her.

"Beatrice Prior." She replied bluntly and made move to leave again but was once again stopped by the persistent girl.

"Beatrice is a mouthful and if we're going to be friends I should give you a nickname!" Jamie said jumping in front of the blonde girl and stopping her from leaving.

"Friends?" Beatrice was quite shocked that this girl wanted to become friends with her but wasn't complaining.

"Uh huh! What about Bea? No that's too childish." Jamie said lost in though.

Only her brother had given her a nickname before and it was Tris. She liked it a lot. "What about Tris?" she said to the mumbling Brown haired girl.

"Yes! That's perfect!" the blonde smiled. "By the way my name is actually Jasmine but I prefer Jamie!"

"Umm Jamie, shouldn't you get your hand looked out, it looked it hurt when you, well you know" Tris gestured to the locker.

"Oh, nah. I normally punch things that piss me off and the locker was pissing me off." Said Jamie like it was the most normal thing in the world. Tris wished she could also do that. She could just imagine her fist going into Peter's face repeatedly because his ugly face pissed her of on its own. A grin adored her face, it seemed this year might be different.