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Monday morning comes like a blow to the head. I slide out of bed anyway, throwing on my jeans and a sweatshirt. It's the middle of November; Thanksgiving was a few weeks ago and despite living in frigid Chicago my entire life, I am cold natured. I walk downstairs and to my car, shivering. I almost forget how absolutely horrible today will be.

When I get to school, Christina's car is already in its usual spot. I pull in beside it and she waves at me through her window.

Climbing out, she runs to me and throws open my door. I get out, too. "Hey, Chris."

She wiggles her eyebrows. "Are you excited?"

"Why would I be excited?"

We start walking to the front doors as she throws an arm across my shoulders. "I know you hate him, but I need you to be excited. A movie star is attending our school, Tris! This is the best thing that's happened in years!"

When we reach my locker, I unlock the lock and start shoving my books in. "I mean I get why you're excited, but he's just a person." A lousy, self absorbed, douchebag, maybe. But he's still just a person.

She rolls her eyes. "I bet you guys will fall in love."

I snort, dropping my books to the ground in hysterics. "Funny."

She grins, the dark skin around her eyes crinkling. "Yeah, that's a stretch."

I shut my locker door and back away from her. "See you later."

"Bye." She waves. I turn around and walk to my first period.

XXX

Physics is a dull, boring, pain in my ass. Not to mention the teacher is old enough to have fought in World War Two. I'm about to doze off when the door opens and a boy walks in. Excuse me. Four Eaton walks in. That's probably important to mention.

The girl sitting in front of me, Nita, sits a little straighter and shifts in her chair. I'm pretty sure she tried, but failed, to wink at him because her head shifts slightly to the right. I hide my snicker by biting my lip and turning back to my notes.

"Hello." Mr. Andrews says. "You must be Four!"

Four smiles, his straight teeth shining bright. "Yes sir, but I think everyone knows that." God I hate him.

Mr. Andrews shakes his hand with a chuckle. "Class, we have a very special new student!" I roll my eyes. "Why don't you take a seat next to miss Prior over there."

My eyes widen with dread. Zeke chose today of all days to skip… "Um." I blurt. "Zeke Pedrad usually sits here."

Mr. Andrews cuts his eyes at me before smiling at Four again. "Well Mr. Pedrad isn't here today, is he? I'm sure we can find him a seat… whenever he choses to show up."

I sigh, pursing my lips as Four walks over to the desk beside of mine. He grins as he slides into his seat. "Hi. I'm Four."

I look at the paper on my desk to avoid his gaze. "I know."

He touches my arm, "And you are…?" I want to roll my eyes over and over and over again.

But instead I pull my arm back hastily, not liking the rush of warmth his fingertips bring. "Don't act like you care."

He laughs conceitedly. I clench my jaw. And my fist. All out of frustration. "You're right. I don't." He scoffs, turning away from me.

I smile to myself, turning back to my notes again. I think he just met someone who wasn't completely obsessed with him.

XXX

"You're telling me Four Eaton is in your physics class?" Will yells at me across the lunch table. "How ironic."

Christina takes a bite of her sandwich. "The only person on earth who hates him gets put in a class with him. You don't deserve that pleasure!"

I lick my lips. "I'm not the only person who hates him! And it's not a pleasure, guys. The guy is a jerk."

Uriah shifts beside me, the usual smirk fading off of his lips. "Well this is awkward. I invited him to sit with us today."

As if on cue, Four slides into the seat next to mine for the second time today. I scowl. "Hello, Uriah. Miss Prior." He nods his head at the two of us, completely ignoring the ten other people at the table. I guess they aren't worth his time.

I chew my food in silence; everyone does. I mean what are you supposed to say to someone who has countless awards and Brad Pitt on speed dial?

It's uncomfortable. I get the urge to get up and leave. Before I can, though, he touches my shoulder. "I still don't know your first name."

I shrug his hand off. "And I still don't care."

He lowers his eyebrows. My god, he might be vile human, but he is so gorgeous. "You don't have to be a bitch." He whispers.

I widen my eyes at him. Way to go, Four. You have officially moved up to the number one spot on my list of people I want to punch in the face. Granted, he was already on the top five. "You don't have to sit here." I state firmly, holding his gaze. "I mean, in case you haven't gotten the message, I don't like you. This isn't Hollywood anymore, asshole. If you keep acting like you're above everything and everyone, I won't be the only one with that opinion."

His jaw clenches and I stand, walking away from the table quickly.

It isn't long until I hear footsteps behind me. I spin around; fully prepared to slap Four across his perfectly chiseled jaw. But its just Uriah.

I laugh when I see his grin. "That was awesome." He says.

I shrug. "Somebody needed to put him in his place."

"Agreed." He never stops smiling, that's a trait that both him and his brother, Zeke have. I've known Uriah since freshman year. We met when he spilled his cherry coke all over my white dress on the first day of school. It was basically "Oh shit I'm so sorry" and "I needed an excuse to tell my mom I hated the dress anyway." We've been best friends ever since. He started dating his girlfriend, Marlene, when Zeke started dating Shauna, Marlene's best friend's sister.

"I'm not gay," he says. "But Four is one fine specimen. Even better in person."

I roll my eyes for probably the tenth time today. "Uriah, we've been over this. You don't have to be gay to appreciate a guy's hotness. Don't let you superior masculinity-"

He laughs, interrupting me. "Here we go again."

I smile, "What?"

He places his hands on my shoulders, locking his eyes on mine- as if he's trying to communicate with me telepathically. He told me him and Zeke do it all the time. When I pull away he smirks. "You're doing the thing."

I raise an eyebrow. "What 'thing'?"

"Mar, Lynn, Shauna, and Christina would have just dismissed the comment. You had to say something. Like always." He nudges my arm with a wink.

"I have to get to class." I say, "Are we sill going to The Pit after school?"

'The Pit' is a bar/club that serves teenagers alcohol. I don't drink, but the environment is cool. Zeke found it when him and Shauna were sneaking out one night sophomore year. We've been every Monday ever since.

He looks at me in fake bewilderment. "Of course! Don't we always?"

I smile. "Just making sure."

"I'll see you later, Prior." He reaches in his pocket and hands a folded up slip of paper. He flashes a smile at me one more time before jogging away.

"Wait!" I call after him. "What is this…"? I trail off, opening the paper.

IV

426-7610

I look around, confused, before deciding to shove it in my pocket. I'll figure it out later. I have a test next period, anyway.

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-Riley

(AYYYYEEE GUESS WHO MADE VARSITY SOCCER AT HER SCHOOL? ME!)

okay you guys don't care but i'm still super excited!