Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent
"Eeeeeeeek!" Christina cried when she saw me walking out of my pickup truck. "It's so long since I've seen you, how are you man?"
"Are you kidding me?" I asked, "We just had a sleepover two days ago."
"I know, but it feels like forever! Oh hey Mar!" She blew me a kiss and caught up to Marlene, my other bestie. Ah, typical Chris, she loves talking to people and shopping, whereas I, on the other hand, am quite reserved and absolutely detest shopping, partly because I don't have the money for new clothes.
You see, my dad lost his job a couple of weeks before and my mom is the only other working individual in my family with a part time job. Somehow we are managing, thank God. So, I am just a typical teenage girl trying to get into sports and get a job. My parents don't understand me much and are only relying on my brother Caleb to get into Harvard and pay all the bills that are racking up in our house. Well, I'll show them.
"Yo hoo! Trissy-poo!" I turn around only to be greeted with long arms wrapping me whole.
"Uriah man, I am right here. You don't need to worry. Oh, and stop calling my Trissy-poo or I'll…" I couldn't finish my sentence when another someone from behind wrapped his long arms around me.
"Awwwww. Everyone bear hug with Trissy-poo and Uriah." Typical, Zeke and Uriah, twin brothers, always drag attention to them wherever they go. Suddenly all my friends and me are wrapped up in one huge bundle and are screaming their lungs out.
"Okay guys," I practically have to yell to be heard, "I need to get to class without you guys killing me otherwise Mr. Max will kill me instead."
"Guys, let go of Tris and let's see if we have any of our classes together." I silently thank Shauna for telling the guys to let go of me. See, this is why I come to school smiling, my friends know me. If I am in an off-mood from my dad crying for not getting a job, my friends are there. Although, they don't know that my dad is unemployed.
"Forget that," Chris says, "Did you guys here who's coming to our school?"
Just then a black limousine stops right in front of us and a huge crowd gathers around. A tall, muscular body guard comes out to open the door at the back.
"Who do you think is coming out?" I ask with curiosity as the crowd gets bigger by the second.
"You haven't heard?" Will asks, still staring at the limo. "You know the multi billionaire, Marcus Eaton?"
"Who hasn't? He is the second richest man in the world. His wife left him and I heard that his son got abused. But still, stinking rich." I answered, curious to know his answer.
"Well, my dear Trissy, that son of his, Four, will be joining our school as of today." Zeke answered.
As if on cue, a tall, muscular, yet not too muscular, boy exits out of the vehicle. He has short dark brown hair, almost black, wearing normal everyday jeans and a loose buttoned up shirt that is folded up to reveal the ends of a tattoo. I couldn't see his face that clearly due to him wearing sunglasses that look like Will's, except probably costing thousands more, and the crowd that just keeps growing to catch a glimpse of him.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I got to get to class. I don't know what you see in him Chris, he's just a regular teenager like us, nothing else." I say trying to hide the excitement in my voice.
"Okay, fine, but he's going to sit at our table at lunch, or my name is not Christina!"
"No, it's Chris. See you guys." I run but sneak a glance at a fuming Chris and my friends doubled over in laughter.
I try to run, but with the crowd trying to follow Four, it's nearly impossible.
"Hello! Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through!" I burst through only to hit a hard figure and drop all of my books in the progress.
"I am so sorry, that was totally my fault, you know with these crowds and all that." The mysterious guy replies as he picks up his books and helps gather mine together also.
Without looking up as I gather up my books, I respond, "it's okay. I know what you mean. That new rich kid Four is here, so I know why everyone is worked up." Suddenly I unleashed all the anger I was holding in this morning and I poured it out onto this guy I never saw before. "Why is he so special anyways? I mean, I know he is rich, but he has a life too, without all these wannebes trying to be his friend. Thanks for helping me pick up my things. Anyways, I'll see you around!" I look up to see an amazing pair of light blue eyes stare back at me.
"No problem," he smirks and walks away with the crowd following him. I had just met the guy everyone is talking about. Four. And I had made a complete fool of myself too. Suddenly I don't feel too good as I run to the washroom.
