Chapter 2:
Tris' POV:
First through fourth periods go by quickly, and before I know it, its lunchtime.
I walk into the dining hall, and look around. I see Four, and he sees me, and waves me over. I hesitate – he's not the only one at the table – but then I give in, and walk over to them.
"…and then, he spilled the soup on himself- holy crap, who is this?" a boy sitting at the table exclaims when I sit next to Four.
"Guys, this is Tris," Four says. "Tris, this is guys."
I laugh. "Hey, guys."
"Thanks, Four," the same boy says. "I'm Uriah!" he says, pushing his tray next to me, and running around the table to the empty seat. I laugh again.
Four goes around the table introducing everyone, and I go over it in my head while Uriah – I think – continues his story.
…
Surprisingly, almost everyone I met today is in almost all of my classes.
Once the bell signaling the end of the day rings, I walk to my car to see boys crowding around it. I push my way to my car, and before I can get into my car, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and face Christina.
"I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow after school."
"Um… okay-"
"I know where you live," she interrupts. "I live down the block." She smiles, and I do too. I could get used to Christina.
