Hi everyone! This is an AU of most of the Divergent cast in High School. I'm not familiar with a lot of the American high school terms and things because i don't live there so forgive me. Hope you like it!

I dont own Divergent.

TRIS

The bruises on my back sting with pain as I reach over the bed to turn off my alarm. I'm used to getting the punches and getting kicked from my dad, but the whip was unfamiliar, only used on occasions like last night. Last night I asked about mum, and I knew that I shouldn't have but at the time I didn't think I would have much to lose from it. I guess I was wrong.

I'm grateful that my loose black shirt hangs over the cuts, but my shorts show a bruise and two cuts from about a week ago. They aren't extremely obvious, and everyone at school knows that I'm a klutz so I can just say that I fell over or off my bike. It makes me a bit nervous showing this many scars, but I remind myself that no one ever notices anyway.

I meet my best friend, Christina at my locker, where she is using my mirror to put mascara on her already bold lashes. She barely notices as I walk up to her.

"Why the mascara today?" I ask, reaching past her to put my bag in and grab my books for first period. She closes her mascara and shoves it into her pocket, then eyes one of the bruises on my right knee without saying anything about it. I almost let out a sigh in relief.

"Marlene says that there's a new guy in some of our classes. Calls himself Four. I don't know if he's hot or not, but better to be safe than sorry." I frown at Chris; Four is a pretty strange name to call yourself.

I wave to Chris as I reach my classroom, telling her that I'll see her at lunch. She frustrates me sometimes with all her makeup; it's not like she actually needs it to get the attention she wants from boys at our school. I take my usual seat in English next to Uriah and directly behind Lynn. I lean back on my chair, forgetting that I have open wounds all over my back. I wince in pain loudly which catches Uriah and Lynn's attention, they both stare at me worriedly.

"You alright?" asks Uriah. I try to smile through the pain.

"I'm fine," I say, "great actually! I think I hurt my back at athletics yesterday but its feeling better."

They both seem to believe me and soon enough their attention is occupied by the other students entering the classroom. An unfamiliar face walks into the classroom. He has short, dark hair, blue eyes and is wearing a football jersey. His eyes scan the room for a seat, and I realise that the only one is beside me.

"Is this seat taken?" he smiles at me briefly. I shake my head and smile back as if it's no big deal. Well, it's definitely not a big deal. So why can't I wipe the smile off my face?

Mr Jacobs walks in last, telling us to get ready to take notes from the power point he has put up. The mysterious boy looks around helplessly as our teacher starts talking, and I glance over, realising that he needs a pen. Without thinking I pull a spare one out of my pencil case and hand it to him. I hear his whisper of thanks as he takes it from me gratefully. When I look back up to write down what I've missed, I realise that the smile is still on my face.

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