Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, so cut me some slack. Please review! Enjoy!
Chapter One
Tris's POV
I stand in front of my oak dresser, gazing at my reflection in the mirror hanging above it. I see a pale sixteen-year-old with a long, skinny nose and wide blue eyes. I sigh. Can't I ever look pretty?
"Tris!" my best friend Christina shouts, knocking on my bedroom door. She bursts in without waiting for a reply.
"Oh, God," I mutter under my breath at the sight of her. She is carrying three bags of clothes in each hand and somehow balancing a large container of makeup between her arms.
"Trissy! I came to prettify you for the first day of school!" Christina squeals. She ushers me to my desk and forces me to sit on the chair. She then pulls out various tubes of makeup and prepares to dab them on my face.
"Hold up, Chris. I hate makeup. No makeup. Please." I beg.
"Aw, c'mon Tris, you'll look great!" She whines.
"No." I say firmly. "You can force me into any outfit you want-no dresses or skirts, though-but no makeup. Ever."
"Fine," she huffs, knowing the argument was pointless. But I can at least pluck your eyebrows." I open my mouth to object, but before I can form a word Chris interrupts. "It's either that or full-out makeup."
I swallow. "All right."
Christina pulls out a pair of tweezers and gets to work. Five painful minutes later, she hands me a mirror. I gape at my reflection. I look almost pretty. Almost.
"Wow, Christina, you can work wonders. Who knew you could make me look decent with only a pair of tweezers?"
She smiles. "You do look much better. Now for the outfit!" she squeals. She begins rummaging through her bags. Christina hands me a sky blue cropped tank top with a pair of black denim short-shorts and black Converse and sends me to the bathroom.
I come out a minute later. I see my reflection again and stand open-mouthed. I actually look good. Not pretty, but definitely noticeable. I grin at Christina.
"Oh my gosh! You look fantastic!" she shouts.
"Thanks," I say, still smiling.
"Hair time!" Christina says, holding up a curling iron
.
"I want my hair in a ponytail," I pout.
"I'll curl it first, then put it in a boring ponytail," Chris says sighing. "I try to make you pretty, but you insist on no makeup, a ponytail, a plain outfit, and sneakers. Ugh!"
She begins working, wrapping my hair around the warm iron. A few minutes later, she declares me finished.
I look at myself in the mirror as Chris begins to get ready herself. I look stunning. The blue tank top brings out my eyes, complementing them nicely. My shorts match my black Converse, which tie the outfit together. My usually straight blond hair is pulled up with soft curls cascading over my shoulders and tumbling onto my back.
"I'm ready." Chris says, jarring me from my thoughts. "Oh my gosh! It's seven o'clock! We don't want to be late for our first day of sophomore year!" Christina grabs my hand and pulls me out of my house.
"I'm leaving with Chris!" I shout to my brothers in the kitchen. My twin, Uriah, nods, and our older brother, Zeke, yells, "Tris! You're showing too much skin! Now all of the guys will stare at you and I'll have to beat them up!"
I roll my eyes and we climb into her car. We speed off, arriving at school plenty early.
We walk inside the school, Christina chatting the whole way. We enter the office and pick up our schedules. I quickly read mine.
First Period - Physical Science
Second Period - World History
Third Period - English
Lunch
Fourth Period - Art
Fifth Period - Physical Education
Sixth Period - Calculus
"What classes do we have together?" I ask Christina.
"World history, art, and P.E." she replies, glancing at my schedule. We part ways soon after that.
As I'm looking down at my schedule, trying to find my science classroom, I bump into someone. Since I'm so small, I fall down, my books crashing to the ground, too.
"You should watch where you're going!" a deep male voice grumbles from above me. I look up at him. I've never seen him before, so he must be new. His eyes are a deep blue, and they immediately soften at the sight of me. "I...uh...sorry." he mumbles. "I didn't see you."
"Well maybe you shouldn't be such an idiot about it." I snap. I bend over to gather my books. He crouches down to help me. I glare at him as he hands me my books.
"I'm Four, by the way," he says, holding out his hand. I ignore him. "Who are you?"
"That's none of your business." I reply shortly.
"Look, I'm sorry. Do you know where I can find the physical science classroom?"
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I snap at him before stalking off. Great. Now I have class with that idiot.
I nearly sprint to class, going the wrong way just to confuse that Four guy, then doubling back a different way.
I arrive at class and sit in the back. I try to listen to the teacher, but my mind keeps drifting to Four and his beautiful eyes and perfect lips. No. He's an idiot. Stop thinking about him. I chide myself.
As if on cue, Four enters the room. He looks down at his schedule, then back up at the teacher quickly. He says, "Mr. Cohen? I'm sorry I'm late. I'm new here."
"Ah, you must be T-"
"Please, sir," Four interjects, "Call me Four."
"All right, Four, you can take the seat next to Miss Prior."
I look around, alarmed. The only empty desk is to my left. Four makes his way around the desks and plops down next to me. I notice some of the other girls glaring daggers at me.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" he inquires.
"No," I reply shortly. "Leave me alone." He sighs, but allows me to actually pay attention. The whole period, I can feel his eyes on me, which makes it hard to focus. But I don't allow myself to stare back.
Four's POV
I immediately regret being rude to her once I see her face. It is smooth and flawless, but not a makeup kind of flawless. She is wearing no makeup at all. And she's beautiful. Her eyes are wide and gray-blue, and her lips are delicate and full. I wonder how they would feel on mine, I think idly. No. She hates you. I mentally scold myself. I watch her storm off.
I enter the physical science classroom five minutes late.
"Mr. Cohen? I'm sorry I'm late. I'm new here." I say to the teacher in the front of the classroom.
"Ah, you must be T-"
"Please, sir," I say, cutting him off before he tells everyone my real name. "Call me Four."
"All right, Four, you can take the seat next to Miss Prior."
I look towards the rows of desks and see her. She's sitting near the window, and when the morning sun lights up her hair it looks beautiful. She's dressed casually-just a blue tank top that I'm thrilled to see shows me a strip of skin, short black shorts, and Converse-but she looks stunning with her curls elegantly falling over her shoulders. Her blue eyes find mine and I try to ignore the fact that she looks unhappy to see me. I realize with a start that the only empty seat in to the left of her, so her last name must be Prior. I walk to the desk.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" I ask her, as nicely as I can.
"No," she huffs. "Leave me alone."
I sigh, and turn back to the teacher. After a few seconds, I look back at her. She's listening intently to what Mr. Cohen is saying. I don't pay attention. Well, I do, but not the teacher. I pay attention to her.
After class is over, I leave, heading to English, where I meet Zeke, a nice guy, and his girlfriend Shauna.
"Hey Four!" Zeke calls to me just as I'm leaving for third period.
"Yeah?" I yell to him across the classroom.
"Sit with me at lunch. I'll meet you at your locker!"
"Okay!" I say, wondering how he knows where my locker is.
Tris's POV
I'm sitting at our usual lunch table, pretending to be listening to Christina ranting about shoes, when I see him. My eyes meet his dark ones, and I look down, glaring at the table furiously.
"Hey, guys," Zeke calls to our table. "This is Four. Four, this is Shauna, who you already met; Lynn, her little sister; Marlene; Uriah, my little bro; Will; Christina; and Tris, my little sis and Uri's twin."
Four looks at me, frowning. "You guys don't look much alike," he says to Zeke.
"Yeah, Uri and I got Dad's looks, while Tris looks just like Mom do-did." Zeke explains sadly.
"Did your mom just die?" Four asks. I glare at him. How could he be so rude about it? But
somehow I know he isn't trying to be mean-he's just curious.
Uriah gulped. "Yeah," he says, voice quivering. "Last month. Plane crash. It hurt Tris the most."
I look down, my eyes brewing with tears. I blink rapidly, forcing them out. "So," I say trying to sound light. "What's up with you guys and football tryouts?"
Will immediately takes the cue and quickly begins discussing football.
I zone out, my thoughts drifting to my mom, until I hear Uriah asking Four if he's going to try out for football.
"Yep," he says excitedly. "I want to be quarterback." Then he looks at me and smiles, a genuine smile. Maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly. Maybe he deserves a second chance.