Strong Hate, Somehow Love?

by rainbowdash4610

Four has always been a douche and Tris is definitely not his #1 fan. Having hated each other their whole lives was as simple as can be...but after a specific night together their whole relationship is compromised. The entire aspect of their hate becomes more complex, and maybe, just maybe, it's for the better.

1. Chapter 1

Preface:
Me and Four are actually sleeping together..half naked. I'm not so sure I understand life anymore. The reasoning for being this way with the biggest fucktard there is..? That is a long story-
Chapter 1:
"BEATRICE! Wake. up." Ahhh, nothing better than waking up to the melodic voice of my brother's ear-damaging shouting *note the sarcasm*. My brother and I are 9 months and a half apart, but technically because he isn't a year older than me, we're in the same grade. Caleb is a smart-ass/teacher's rat. Speaking of teachers, today is my first year of Divergent High. I'm a freshman. My friends are excited whereas I just stand emotionless. I have to admit, there are many mixed feelings in me about this "starting high school" thing. I get to spend the [controversial] most important years of my academic career with my friends, but I will still have to deal with Four and his jerktourage. The jerktourage, with the manwhore and devil himself -Four- as leader, are just two years older than me and my squad. They consist of the sluts *cough* cheerleaders *cough* who hit on Four 24/7..
The name Four? No, his parents aren't stupid enough to actually name their child a number, just stupid enough to have him {though I'm sure they find him a nuisance just like the rest of us}. It's a nickname based off his jersey number. He's a football player (aka jock and popular). I've been so busy with my thoughts I didn't realize I had already gotten ready and changed into a simple black sweater with black jeans. As I'm making my way downstairs, my parents shower me with affectionate greetings reserved especially for us. Don't be fooled, though, most of the time they could not give a fuck about me. While I'm wrapped up in "Are you excited?" and "It's your first day of high school!" Caleb seems to disappear. I go outside and check for him, but no car there. Most people would get their license at 16 and their own car at 18, but Caleb being the smart-ass and all around good boy he is, doesn't have to live with those commons. I'm still 14, though, and I really don't mind walking, especially when my brother wakes me up at least 1 hour before school starts. With that said, I start on my 15 minute expedition to school. As I'm sprawled out on a couch known as my thoughts, a cherry red Ferrari pulls up right beside me. I probably should've mentioned earlier that it was a gloomy day and puddles were littering the streets, so when the jerktourage's leader's car pulls up, I'm assuming you aren't stupid enough to believe that is out of their character. Yep. Just what I need. Be drenched in filthy street water on my first day of high school. Yay. Even with their windows down you can sense the snickering going on between the devil and whatever slut he brought home this time. I swear it seems as if most children would ask for a pony to be brung home, Four would ask for a slut to be brought home. As they drive away I realize that I'm just five minutes away from the school now, and it's barely 7:30. I decide being clumsy old me that I should probably go early and get accustomed to campus.

I get to the front desk after many attempts of finding it. I open the door to be greeted with an interesting teacher, and it's not just me being observant that results in my conclusion. I make out a tattoo of a hawk on the back of her neck and a tattoo of a river on her arm. "Um..can I please have my schedule?" I've never been good with interacting. Or socially, but I'm still not considered anti-social. "Name, please?" I tell her my name and receive my schedule. I have a few advanced classes, unlike my brother who has only advanced classes. I'm just about to walk out when my mouth can't help but blurt out "What's with the tattoos?" She eyes me suspiciously for a moment and then tells me about the symbolism of the hawk and how she was once afraid of the dark. She also tells me that the river was for her brother, after supposedly committing suicide in this thing called the chasm. We have a wonderful conversation going on until of course I realize I have only 15 minutes left. I politely excuse myself and go to start stumbling upon my classes. I'm in the hall looking for my locker when all of a sudden I see Four and Shauna making out on it. My friends start telling them about how there is this thing called a janitor's closet and how nobody is interested in seeing them both naked. To which number boy starts to reply with "just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you have to take that privilege away from others". I decide to step in and tell them to get off my locker. After all, janitors' closets aren't myths. That seems to draw everyone's attention away from each other and focus on me. Of course, my friends all have huge grins on their faces immediately, especially Uri, who is definitely smiling like a ninny. Four on the other hand, is a complex puzzle. He seems as if he has conflicted emotions, or is constipated. Before I even realize it, we're having a stare-down. We continue on like this until he finally gets off my locker with two words out of his mouth: "Careful Tris". With that heard I march off to my locker triumphantly. My friends and I catch up and Chris tries to steal my schedule to compare it to hers..the keyword is tries.
Chris is my best friend. She's constantly trying to catch me off guard. Too bad that isn't working out for her.
"Trissy poo..! Guess what?" Before I have time to reply to Christina, she continues. "There's a party tonight! You have to come! Please?!" she begs. "Chrissy poo..! You know I don't like these kind of things," I urge. But, of course, she just walks away. Knowing Christina, I'm definitely going to this party..and because the gang won't support me for some reason and will remain on her side, that's just another factor to add to the problem. I catch up with the rest of my friends and then head to Advanced Math. Unfortunately, I don't have this class with any of my friends. In fact, I don't have many classes with my friends, just a few. I head to the class getting lost a few times, and right when I'm at the door the bell rings. I enter the classroom to be met with girls huddling around a desk. As I get closer, I realize the desk belongs to Four. I take a seat in the back when the doof turns around, facing me. He winks and then turns back in his seat. With that action done, I notice some of the sluts get jealous, especially Molly and Lauren. Shauna is just sitting next to him with her hand on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles. She's resting her head on his shoulder and he has his head on top of hers. The girls are busy trying to grab his attention, but he's busy playing with his fingers. Then Zeke walks in and sits beside Four. The teacher enters and actually looks astonished for some reason:
"Four, are you actually here early?" Four doesn't respond just smirks. The teacher then decides to get on with class.
+++

It's lunch. Yup. All I have to say. Once I'm done with the lunch line, I head over to my table with Uri, Mar, Lynn, Chris, Will, and Al. On my way there a little incident occurs. I bump into Four and my tray goes swirling through the air on Peter's table-which was right next to us-and Four's tray skids across the floor and I end up on top of him. It was literally that scene from "Another Cinderella Story". Ironic, huh? Luckily, I haven't lost much of my dignity so my composure is reconciled as soon as it crumples. The second I hit the floor I immediately get up, offer Four a hand, and mutter an apology-even if he doesn't deserve it, I am an honorable girl. He takes my hand and pulls me back onto him, and when I start to blush his smirk gets even bigger. Again, I immediately get up. He gets up himself this time.
"Awwwww Stiff, if you wanted it you could've just asked. I would've made an exception for someone as desperate and pathetic as you," Four says.
"Awwwww Four, if you were gonna be a dick, you could've just said so. I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't have minded the abortion," I shoot back.
The whole cafeteria's gaze is locked on us now, but I can't seem to stop.
"That's a two-way street, anorexic."
And to be honest, I never doubted that Four was always this shallow and soulless. And this right here, proves my point.
"Just go fuck off Four, will you?" I'm not in a mood to waste my lunch doing a scene for the cafeteria.
"What? Mad at me for admitting the truth? You couldn't have actually believed that someone would ever love someone as cruel as you? Or as flat?" Man, he is definitely the stereotypical jock.
"So I guess because nobody could love somebody so cruel, you're not loved either?" Payback's a bitch, isn't it?
"You're right," is all he says.
With that he walks back to his table as if nothing ever happened and I do the same, except I'm left trying to comprehend his thoughts and what that meant. I get to the table and everybody is just staring at me.
"What?" I ask.
"It just..it stills amazes us how you and Four are. Even I'd fall for him if I were a girl, and as a dude I can't deny that he's pretty sexy. You're the only person who actually hates him. Everybody else is just hoping to make him 'Eight'," Uri responds.
"Well, he needs to learn the whole world doesn't revolve around him. There are things happening that don't have anything to do with him," I say a little too harshly, with a glare in Four's direction. Uri just shrugs and sinks back in his seat.
+++

I'm heading to extracurricular activities now, including language, Music, and other arts. I have French in the noon and right before my free period that I have at the end of the day, I have the arts subject thing. It basically includes plays, art, and music. Today is a music week, or so I've heard. Thankfully, though, all of my friends have this class. We enter the classroom to be met with rows and rows of instruments and surprisingly, the same teacher I saw at the front desk-Tori. She smiles at me. We all take a seat and right before the bell rings to signal that everybody should already be in their class, the jerktourage enters. They all take a seat in the back with Shauna on Zeke's lap instead of Four's. Molly is actually sitting on his lap, and Peter seems to not care.
"Okay class, today we are going to be singing! Who wants to go first?" asks Tori.
Nobody raises their hand so Tori decides she'll choose. Her eyes roam to every student until finally they land on...Four. "Four, you're up," says Tori. Four makes his way onto the stage and before he starts singing he grabs a guitar. It seems as if somehow this makes the girls in the room drool even more over him. He then starts singing:

Silent love is calling faith
To shatter me through your hallways
Into echoes you can feel
And rehearse the way you heal

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

I'll run away with your foot steps
I'll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

High on words
We almost used
We're fireworks with a wet fuse
Flying planes with paper wheels
To the same Achilles heels

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

I'll run away with your foot steps
I'll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

(yeah you always make me go)

Open up your skies
Turn up your night
To the speed of life
Turn up your night
Put your love in lights
Turn up your night
I will find you

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

(yeah you always make me go)

I'll run away with your foot steps
I'll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

(yeah you always make me go go go go go)
Turn up your night
(go go go go)
Turn up your night
(go go go go turn it up turn it up)
Turn up your night
I will find you

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

I have to admit, he was pretty good. It still doesn't mean I like him any more than I already do, and I don't like him at all. Once he's finished he smirks and takes his seat. After that, Tori decides to call on the rest of the jerktourage. I tune out most of their songs because Molly sang a song only a slut would sing, Shauna though I have to admit was meaningful, and Zeke was rapping about ... what I really don't know. I told you I tuned them out. All except Shauna and Four because again, meaningful. Or at least realistic in a way. By then, class was finished so I decided to head home. What else could I have done in my free period which is right before dismissal?
"Don't forget, I'm coming over to do your makeover later," says Chris.
I should've known better than to think she'd forget. I nod. I head to the parking lot and walk the way to my house. It is a beautiful path. I get home and take a shower, dreading what the next hours with Chris will bring.

I hear a knock and my door to find Chris with all of her "supplies", also known as death traps. Mar and Lynn are right behind her, and you can tell Lynn is just as excited as I am and the same goes for Mar with Chris. They get in and immediately head to my closet. They pick out a black dress and heels but I instinctually say no. We all finally come to a compromise of tank top with lace on top and shorts. They agree to letting me wear my black leather jacket. Sadly, Lynn was not so lucky and was forced into a skirt and top, somehow. We exit my place and start towards the party.
+++

We enter the party and I still don't know who the host is. All I've really came up with is they're filthy rich. As I'm wandering around, I stumble upon Zeke himself.
"Hey Tris, what are you doing here?" he looks confused as to why I bothered to show up. I can't blame him.
"I was held against my will with sheer force. Do you know who's hosting the party?" I ask.
He just shakes his head. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'll give you three hints:
•my brotha
•school's largest playboy
•you have a hatred for so unconditionally
Ring a bell?" He seems amused.
I groan. "Whyyyyyyyy?" I ask. He just shrugs. He then runs off to somewhere..or the stage.
"Everybody who isn't Tris and her gang or Four's gang, get out!" He practically yells. I don't know why he did that, and I mean the including me part. No lie, my eyes got as wide as saucers when he said that. Everybody gathers in a circle so I join them to do so. Four and Zeke just keep staring at me amused.
"Why do I have to be here?" I whine.
"You don't," says Four.
"Thank you," I respond back while getting up to leave. Just as my hand is on the doorknob ready to twist, Four mutters "pansycake".
"What did you say?" I ask.
"The truth. How about you and me have a little contest?" he challenges.
"You're on," I reply.
We start off with a one-on-one Candor or Dauntless. The audience come up with the givings.
"Tris, Candor or Dauntless?" asks Uri.
"Candor," I respond.
"Who was your first crush?"
It actually makes me think because I don't really remember having a crush.
"I don't remember having any crushes."
Literally, everyone's jaw drops.
"Four, my man?" Zeke asks.
"Dauntless," he replies.
"I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Lauren."
Damn, he's found three girls in one day?!
They come back with disheveled hair and lipstick messed up for both since Lauren's obviously got on him. He sits down and waits for my request.
"Dauntless," I say before they can ask.
"I dare you to make out with Four for 20 minutes." Great, now he's got four girls, and it's literally right after the other one.
I look to Four and see him wink and then smirk. Being the stubborn person I am, I go with it. Right before I'm about to go over to him I get a text from Ian-my abuser. "Where are you?" he asks pretending to care. He's my godfather. My parents don't question him. He seems nice on the outside, but is cold on the inside. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." I reply. This'll outta do the trick hopefully. Every month he picks a certain day to beat me. Today, it might cost me but I'm not in the mood to be fazed. I walk over to Four and start straddling him. We start kissing lips on lips until he decides to kiss my jaw instead. I push his back onto the floor and start grinding my hips to his. He growls against my ear. He continues to leave hickeys with me laying directly on top of him. We hear many wolf-whistles but unfortunately no beep of the timer. My hands later find their way under his shirt and I take them out just to push his leather jacket off. I start unbuttoning his shirt but when I've gotten three holes undone, not even half, he pulls my jacket's sleeves which results in the warmth and comfort of my jacket to leave my body. His lips are back on mine and I continue again with the buttons on his shirt. Just then the door slams open and me and Four spring apart. Everyone else scurries out of the house like cockroaches and then the door is locked. I'm astonished to see Marcus Eaton, the mayor, and Ian. I immediately know what comes next and take off my shirt. They both start to unbuckle their belts coming towards me and Four. It's obvious now..Four is Marcus's son, Tobias. He, too, has his shirt off but is staring at me. In a flash, he's carrying me and locking me in the bathroom downstairs. I keep pounding on the door but it doesn't budge. I can now hear him getting the extra whips for me and I can't bear it. Someone else is taking the pain for me. It doesn't settle too well with me. In what feels like forever they leave the house. I wonder how I am going to get out with Four probably lying unconscious at the door step of the bathroom. I then remember my bobby pin and start picking the lock. It works. I see Four almost losing consciousness so I start talking to him to keep him awake.
"Baby, what's wrong?" All of a sudden it's like we're in some intimate relationship.
"My back hurts." is all he says.
I lay him down on the couch, his back facing upward and start treating his wounds. I dab a little as to not hurt him and he stops flinching after a few tries. He actually starts to soothe under my touch. After that I gauze up his torso, seeing that's where most bruises have occurred. I'm about to walk away when he speaks.
"Can you please stay?" he asks.
"Of course" I reply. I pick up my jacket and put it on while he is laying on his side facing me. I go over to him and lay down beside him on the couch. He, again, pushes my jacket off, but this time revealing a black lace bra. I cuddle into him. He kisses my hair, then my forehead, then nose. We start making out except now we're pressed skin against skin. I haven't revealed more to him, it's just now we have less clothing to work with. He is shirtless, and I'm only in a bra and shorts. Thankfully he doesn't really start dwelling on the little curves I have and how unattractive I am as a whole. He kisses my lips and nibbles a little on my lower one. He then starts to part his lips and his tongue glides along my lip, asking for entrance. I don't really respond, I mean I barely know how to kiss...I can't be expected to make out perfectly. All that...it was just a whiff, and I'm pretty sure I sucked at it. Before I know it, he's on top of me and is leaving a trail of hickeys from the back of my ear to my collarbone. He's currently lightly sucking on it right now. His hands are in the back pockets of my shorts and mine lay flat on his chest. He pinches my butt cheek through the shorts. I decide to press my chest harder to his. I earn a deep growl and kiss him harder. I then part from him and he lays back down. I cuddle up to him and fall asleep.