BEATRICE PRIOR

I don't normally look into the mirror a lot, it would be considered selfish, or self-centered. I think people look in mirrors out of curiosity, to see what the world sees. When I look into my mirror I see a petite, blonde girl. With dull blue grey eyes and medium length hair. I try to see past my flaws like my nose that sticks out too much, or how one eye seems bigger than the other.

"Beatrice! It's time to go, you don't want to be late for your game honey," My mother yells from downstairs.

"Comming!" I yell as I run down the stairs. I throw my volleyball bag over my shoulder and hop into my mom's Ford truck.

I have been playing volleyball ever since middle school and through out high school. In 7th grade, I didn't think I would be good at volleyball because I couldn't even serve it over the net. So the summer before I started training and working out. It's made me really fit and I could serve the ball powerfully now. I tried out for volleyball and made the team! Halfway durring the season I realized, I wanted to play volleyball in collage, I wanted to make the Olympic team. So I joined a high class volleyball team and became one of the best liberos in Illinois.

We arrived at the gym, and I could hear the whistles blowing, the balls bouncing, and the chatter between the players. I step out of the car and see my best friend Christina.

"Hey girly ready to kick some spandex ass!" She yells.

"Hell yeah girl!" I yell back to her.

"Beatrice..." My mom warns.

"Sorry mom." I say

Christina laughs and I stick my tongue out at her. We grab out gear and find our team Dauntless, warming up. We put on our knee pads and ankle braces and start peppering.

Christina has short dark hair and chocolate colored skin, with a smile so radiant it could glow in the dark. She's naturally pretty and very athletic. She's taller than me but short enough to be our kick ass setter.

I am brought out of my trance by a whistle, calling for captains. Christina and a girl named Marlene jog over to the ref. I start warming up with Shauna, Marlene's pepper partner.

Shauna has strawberry blond hair, and a few freckles along her nose, she is also naturally pretty. She's super tall, which makes her the best blocker on the team. Her hits also sting really bad, but I'm used to the sting.

"Alright gather up girls!" Our coach, Rick yells.

We run over to the side lines to watch the other team warm up and hit. These girls are good but have sloppy technique. After they finish hitting, they serve for a minute. All deep, hard float serves.

Our team starts to warm up and I go to the other side to dig up their hits. Our team is ranked 6th nationally, but today we play the 12th ranked team and if we win we have a chance to go to nationals.

The ref calls the whistle and we line up to wave to the pitiful crowd and shake hands with the other players. As we turn I look up into the crowd and meet the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He has hair so dark it could be black and a spare upper lip, and a full lower lip. He could be one of the most handsome guys I have seen.

"Woah, hey there hot stuff." I whisper to Christina as she follows my gaze. I see her eyes dilate and swallow harshly.

"At least you wore good spandex that make your ass look good." She says nonchalantly.

I choke on my spit while she laughs and jogs to the net to shake hands. I shake my head and follow her. We got to the middle cheering as loud as we could and did our ritual.

We line up in order, and I stand on the side line waiting on the ref. He tells me to go and I switch with Shauna.

*time skip*

We won the game easily, and it was probably one of my best games. I walk with Christina to meet her boyfriend Will. He has shaggy blonde hair and celery green eyes.

"Great game Christina!" He yells as he showers her with kisses.

"Well hi to you too Will." I grumble. Sometimes I feel as if they don't remember I'm standing 5 feet away.

I look around to see all my friends with their boyfriends so I groan and sit down in the bleachers and wait for them to finish their sessions.

"Your an outcast too huh?" A deep manly voice says.

I turn around and I'm met with the blue eyed guy I saw in the stands earlier.

"Oh don't worry, you get used to it." I mumble.

"My name's four, and before you raise your eyes, yes, four like the number." He explains.

"Hm, well my name's tris." I tell him sticking my hand out to shake. I hate hand shakes, I don't know whether to grip hard or softly. His hands are warm and filled with calluses. His hands leave a spark and I look up and see he felt it too.

"Well Tris, I should get going it was nice to meet you! Oh and you played great today!" He exclaimes.

"Thanks, see you around four" I smile.

He walks away and Christina appears 3 inches away from my face.

"Whose that?" She wiggles her eyebrown suggestively.

I laugh, "Well, while you and Will were playing 'who can each others face off first' I met the guy we saw at the beginning of the game."

She screams, "OMG, what's his name!"

"Four" I reply.

"What one through three were taken?" She laughs.

"No, it just means how many guys I took down myself." Four says plainly.

I watch Christina's face pale and she swallows, slowly turning around. I laugh and she gives me a death glare.

"Four meet Christina, Christina meet Four." I explain.

"H-Hi" Christinia replies shakily.

"Well it was nice to meet you, but I left my jacket in the bleachers, see you around Tris!" Four yells.

"Yeah, see you too! Mkay bye bye" Christina replies bitterly. I give her a dirty look.

"What! He completely ignored me!" She whines.

"Welcome to my world hun bun!" I complain.

"Ah-ha-ha fuck you!" She reports.

"Aww, you know you love me" I wink.

We laugh and gather our stuff to get food. When we were walking out I am meet with those blue eyes and can't help but sigh. I can't wait to see him again.