'Crunch.' The crackling sound of leaves under the foot of a human.

Is someone there?

Of course someone is, I know that sound any where.

I keep myself alert for a moment before leaning back against my tree and going back to my book, my favorite book. It's not just any old lovey dovey romance novel for teen girls though, it's so much better. This is at least the fifth tenth time I've read it.

Suddenly I get a jolt of red hot inspiration. Inspiration to draw. I whip out my sketch pad, and pencil and let my hands do the rest as they frail across the paper. Pencil in hand, I draw delicate lines and curves of what I have yet to discover.

'Crunch' I hear it again.

This time I stand up and gather my things into my small, floral bag. I look around before climbing up into my secret treehouse. Yes, treehouse. I'm the only one who knows about it, because its in the middle of the woods.

It's located in a giant tree, which has a nice grassy field around it. I come out here everyday, it's not like my parents would notice anyways since they're never home.

I sigh as I grab the small golden latch on the wooden opening. The cool metallic lock digs into my slender hand as I pull it back, and push the door open. I grab two sides of the floor boards and pull myself in. Once I'm in all the way I shut the door, No way am I taking the chance of a bird or something flying in.

I look around my little haven. On the floor there is a red rug with some symbol on it, and a few beanbag chairs around it. When I first found this treehouse my dad -the one time he was actually home- helped me finish it sense it seemed to have been left unfinished and abandoned by its rightful owner.

We built in a small bookshelf where I keep all the double copies of my books, and we carried an ego-green light weight mini-fridge up here. We even put a better built roof on it, to keep the rain out, but my favorite thing of all is the pictures and Polaroids I strung on a clothesline across the treehouse. Then I hung little strings of light around them, it's just so beautiful, like a million little stars shinning down on me.

I sit back down and pull my sketch pad out again and open it to my recent page to see what exactly I was drawing. I feel my eyebrow raise as I see that it's ravens, three to be exact. I'm surprised that they actually look realistic, I ve never been a good artist.

Suddenly I hear a small thud, then another, and another. My eyes widen in surprise as I stand to look out the window. I pull it open and look down.

Nothing..

I look to my left and then to the right of me.

Nothing again..

what was that sound?

Suddenly a small gray, round object flys by my head. A pebble. Someone is throwing pebbles at me. Oh no. No no no! no.

"calm down bea'' I whisper to myself.

Here's the thing, I am incredibly shy. I hate talking to people, especially if I don't know them, but my best friend -Christina- would say I never shut up. It's ironic, I don't like talking to people, yet I never shut up around my best friends.

Suddenly a felt a small pain arise on my forehead. I reach up and feel a small bump starting already. Did something hit me? Wait, there were pebbles flying. Oh!, when I find whoever did this they will regret it!

" I wasn't invisible last I checked!" I heard a voice boom across the forest

I look around frantically searching for the voice's owner. How did they get here? How? Why bother me? Why! I'm not interesting! Wait! Is it Christina? No, it was more of a male sounding voice. Hmm.. I didn't tell anyone about my hideout either. So.. Oh My God! What if it's a rapist or murder?

"Hey! Look up!" The voice said again.

'don't listen' I mumble as I pull my head back in and go to shut the window. I have weapons in here anyways. I go over the list mentally before grabbing my bag and digging the items out.

- two Swiss Army knives

- pepper spray (lots of it)

- hand cuffs (my dad wants me prepared)

' okay I can't take them on' I think as I crack my knuckles, then my neck. Those karate lessons are about to pay off.

then I hear a big thud and spin to look at the window. I gasp when I see a hand gripping onto the edge of my window, where I didn't shut it all the way.

"oh my God!" I whisper as I run to the window and fling it open

" a little help please?" I didn't answer because I was to busy looking at the male before me.

He had a perfectly sculpted face and nose. He had high cheekbones and a fuller bottom lip than his upper lip. But thats not even the best part, he had the darkest, most blue eyes I have ever seen. His hair was such a dark brown it was almost black.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

I gain my composure quickly and grab his hand, I begin to pull him into my treehouse. He landed on the floor with a thud, and quickly stood up. Now I could see how muscular he was, and goodness was he tall.

Tall, mysterious, and handsome. Good combo.

'Stop it! You can't fall for this odd boy, and you just met him!' scold at myself

Dusting off his, now ripped jeans he looked up at me.

"Thank you." He flashed perfectly white teeth at me. I didn't answer because I looked down, I can't find my voice. "What's the matter?" He asked, with actual concern in his voice

I try to find words but I can't, my shyness is overpowering me. I can practicaully feel the heat radiating off my most likely red face.

" Seriously are you okay?" The stranger asked, taking steps closer to me. In pure panic, I grab my bag and fling out the first thing I see.

Which just so happened to be pepper spray.

I spray it at him and he staggers back. I ruthlessly spray and spray and spray until he is coughing on the floor.

"St-Stay away f-from me." I shutter as I reach for my bag again, this time to make a escape.

"What- *cough* the *cough* hell!" he screamed as he slowly stood.

"Lea-leave me alone you creep." I say as I jump toward the exit.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" he said, rubbing his eyes

"how am I supposed to know that?" I say as if I were talking to a child While looking at him over my shoulder, trying to open the exit way.

"well-" I didn't let him finish because I cut him off, I was now turned fully to look at him.

"look at in my view! I'm a teenage girl, all alone in the woods, and you just happen to come out of no where, and throw pebbles at me! Then you jump into my treehouse from I don't even know where and you don't expect to be pepper sprayed?"

"Okay. That makes sense, but still-"

"no, just, just leave me alone." I say like an infint

"what are you scared or something? I don't bite." He said with a smirk

"no I'm not scared, I'm shy. I don't like people." I say matter-of-factly

"why didn't you say something! I can totally change that!"

"Your such an idiot." I say with a sigh as I plop down in a beanbag chair. I set down my bag, rather close -you never know- and look at him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me about yourself."


3 hours later...

"wait, wait" I say swallowing down my laughter

"what?" He says still laughing at his previous joke

"I've been talking to you for-" I check my phone " three hours and I don't even know your name!" I say looking him in the eye. They seem to widen and then he composes himself while standing up.

" My name?"

"no, your dogs name. Obviously it's your name I want to know."

"Wait. I dont know your name either."

" you don't."

"Well? What is it."

"Anxious are we. Anyways it's Beatrice."

"Beatrice?" he asks with a weird face

"what? Is there something toxic about my name?"

"no,no it's just that your name doesn't seem to suit you."

"it doesnt?"

"No, that's why I'm calling you.." He stops to think "uh huh!" he says suddenly "I will call you Tris!"

"Tris?" I ask as I pick up my things and place them in my bag. "I've never had a nickname before."

"Well you do now."

"Ok, but what's your name?"

"guess."

"ugh! I don't wanna!" I complain, and he gives me a pointed look. "Fine! Um.. oh I know George!''

"nope"

"Bob"

"nooo!"

"Steven?"

"No"

"Hunter!"

"Nope" he says again, this time popping the 'p'

"then what is it?" I ask, pulling on my coat.

"keep guessing." He said before opening the small door and hopping out. I never got to say anything, because he landed on his feet and took off running onto an old dirt path leading out of the woods.

is that the way he got here? Probably. But one question never left my mind that whole night. It kept me awake, Just thinking

who was he?


Disclaimer: I do not own divergent or any of the characters, Veronica Roth does.

a/n: Okay, so hiiiii! this is my first story, and I hope you guys like it! I'm Emma, so yeah.

Please don't give me to much hateee. :)

okay.. so um bye! Imma go work on the next chapter! :p