CHAPTER PLAYLIST: Sparks by Coldplay

POV's: Tris

CHAPTER TWO

TRIS

Morning came in the form of angry seventeen year old pounding at my door.

"BEATRICE! GET UP! We're going to be late!"

"Go ahead Caleb! I'll see you at school," with that I heard Caleb shuffling away, muttering about his attendance. I turned to look at the alarm clock. 7:27 it read. Cursing, I stumbled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to shower. After that, I went through my walk-in closet to see what I could wear to deem 'presentable'. After a few minutes, I settled for denim shorts which stop above my knee and a loose white printed shirt.It's not that tight and it flows at the bottom. I grab the necklace Robert gave me; a three piece brown dream catcher with the large one being flanked by the smaller pieces on either side. I don't want to show the tattoos that are by my arms even though dad said that he already had mentioned and explained them to the principal before-hand so I put on a blue cardigan. I put on my black Chuck Taylors and ran to mom's Mercedes since she borrowed mine today. After about seven minutes into the drive, my stomach grumbles, telling me that I haven't actually had a chance to grab any food for breakfast so I stopped by for coffee.

I sped up pushing 80 when I saw the time by the dashboard, 7:58. When I entered the school compound, the parking lots were full and there were no students around. Everyone must already be at their class.

I spot Caleb's Audi and see that the spot next to it is empty. Might as well park here.I got out and notice Caleb waiting for me.

"Ready?" he asked raising his eyebrow.

"Not really," I muttered while ducking my head.

"Guess you don't have a choice then," he chuckled.

We entered the office and the guy—a man who has deep creases in his dark skin and grey hair at his temples—behind the mahogany desk looked up from whatever he was writing. The name plate on his desk reads MR. MAX.

"Ah, you must be Caleb and Beatrice Prior. I am Mr. Max the principal of Five Factions High School," he said, extending his hand. Caleb shakes it first then me.

"Apologies Mr. Max for the tardiness, it appears as though I have slept in," I whispered while feeling redness gather to my cheeks.

"Excused, Ms. Prior. You have a lovely accent by the way." And the redness intensified.

This again. When I was two, my mum and I moved to Britain because her business was there while my dad accompanied Caleb to New York since his was there as well. Caleb and dad only went to Britain during vacations, but he spent most of his life in NY, while I, in Britain. Of course, after fourteen years, the accent got up to me but Caleb's remained unchanged.

Mr. Max then gave us our time tables and a map of the campus. He outlined the various rules and regulations present in the campus. He then dismisses us and advices us to explore the campus first. We walked around just telling each other stories about anything and everything when after a while, a bell rang in the distance announcing that it was time for lunch. We stopped outside the cafeteria doors as Caleb turned to face me.

"After you my liege," he said with a funny accent, trying to imitate a character in one of the plays we watched in Britain when he and dad were visiting. He did this while bowing and gesturing towards the door.

"Oh if you insist, master," I replied and we walked into the cafeteria laughing. Eyes followed us as we were still laughing and making our way to sit at an empty table at the right of the room. Caleb sat across from me smiling, evidence of laughter still there. I sat cross legged and got out my sketch pad and plugged in my iPod. I was drawing a laughing Caleb when the real live one grabbed my iPod, dislodging the earphones.

"Hey!"

"My liege, sorry I am," he responded sending both of us laughing again. I removed the straw from my Starbucks cup and flicked the cream to his direction, landing on the tip of his nose. He tried licking it with his tongue, sending me to fits of giggles. He then wiped it away from his face and started tickling me. By now, I know the whole cafeteria was staring at us probably wondering who we are and what one Earth was wrong with us.

"St…sto….stop!" I commanded and he somewhat obliged. So I ran out of the cafeteria into the lawn and he followed me.

We walked out and just spent the whole day loitering around campus. At one point in the afternoon, he told me that if we raced our cars right now, he would win. I smirked at him as we made our way to our cars to start the race. Of course, being new here and all we went to Mr. Max and asked if we could race around the empty lot next to one of the buildings, and luckily he said yes.

"The challenge is to drive around campus. We start here," I said pointing to the cul-de-sac. "And then we end by the oval. She—I mean he OR she who wins will get anything he OR she wants from the loser."

"But we said only here, not around the campus," Caleb warned.

"Oh, come one yee yank. Are you going to lose to your little sister?" I asked rolling my eyes. Caleb narrowed his eyes at me but grinned as we started our cars.

"One.." I started revving my engine.

"Two.." I pray to God I won't kill someone.

"Three!" Please don't crash my baby.

I went off and started swerving around the buildings and the obviously surprised student body. Only now did I realize that it's almost their dismissal and that this race would probably end up with casualties. I looked at the rear-view mirror and saw that Caleb got stuck behind a thong of students. I laughed to myself and zoomed off to the oval. While on the way, I nearly ran over a whole cheerleading squad and part of the football team. I grit my teeth together when I saw that I was just a few feet away from the oval. The cheerleading squad was practicing by the bleachers while probably trying to impress the football team who were doing laps around the oval. When I saw the centre of the oval, I gassed it and made a few donuts before coming to a complete stop. I got out with a smile on my face knowing I had just won. The whole student body was staring at me. The football players stopped as well as the cheerleaders, and the other students either on the lawns or by the buildings gawking over the balconies. I just leaned against the closed driver's door and waited for Caleb.

The staring was getting very uncomfortable, so I just took out my sketch pad and continued drawing Caleb.

Draw of the devil and the devil will appear.

A few minutes into my drawing, I saw from my peripheral vision a flash of silver and I immediately knew that Caleb has finally arrived. I chucked my pencil and pad into the car and smirked at a fuming Caleb.

"Ha I win," I said to Caleb while poking his cheek—a habit of mine he absolutely abhors—as he gets out of his car.

"Mmhmmm, " he said as he started poking my side setting me off with giggles.