Chapter One
Sixteen years of being so alone. My parents are never home, and I am considered a freak at school. I never got along with other people. I had a older brother, but I don't know what happened to him. Mom said he ran away. He is five years older than me so I wonder how that is even possible. I get up and quickly take a shower. I get dress in black leggings, dark red shirt, leather jacket, and my favorite combat boots. I grab my keys to my RX-7, and drive to school. I park next to a Harley. HM, that is weird. No one at my school owns a Harley. I guess someone brought one or we have a new student. I try to be unnoticeable while heading toward my locker. But my luck wasn't so great.
Peter pushes me against the locker, "Hey stiff, how was your weekend?"
"Why do you care?" I snap back.
"Oh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He said shoving me again making my books fall to the ground.
I bend down to pick them up and I see Peter getting ready to push me down again when someone comes between us. "Leave her alone." He said.
"And who are you?"
"Someone you don't want to mess with."
The bell rings and everyone goes to their class even Peter who looks a little scared. The boy turns toward me, he has brown hair and pretty blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. "I'm Four." He said.
"Tris. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"You are new right? What is your first class?" I asked. Hopefully making my first friend.
"Yeah I'm new. And my first class is Math."
"Mine to. Come on I'll show you the way." I say heading down the hall. I open the door and quickly make my way to the back. Four takes the seat next to me. The teacher doesn't bother asking why I'm late. All my teachers don't care if I come in late, they know I get bullied. They tried to stop it but that back fired quickly.
The rest of the day was a drag, I only had one class with Four. I walk toward my locker. Last one to leave. My art teacher had to talk to me about the art contest. As soon as I shut my locker someone pushes me against it, pressing their body against mine. I can feel their breath on my ear.
"We never finished what we started this morning." Peter said.
He turns me around and gets really close to my face. "You mean what you started, you coward. What ever you want, I won't give it to you." I snap back. I don't fight back during school, I am not that stupid to get expelled.
"I like it when you are mad." He said grabbing tightly on my shoulder.
"Get your hand off me." I warned.
"Or what? What are you going to do, Stiff?" He growls.
I'm about to reply when he is suddenly thrown off me. He's shoved into the wall behind him with Four standing in front of him. "Leave her alone."
Peter just shakes his head looking like he is about to pee his pants. Four lets him go and he takes off.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine. Thank you, again."
"No problem. So um do you want to hang out some time?" He asked nervously.
"Sure. You can come over tomorrow after school if you want?" I asked.
"I'll like that."
He walks me out to my car, well not really speaking his bike is right next to mine.
"Wait, do you have a phone?" He asked.
"Yeah why?"
"Here is my cell number." He said giving my a piece of paper.
I take it from him and get in my car. I only have one number in my phone, his.