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Tris POV

"I'm Four, it's nice to meet you," Four says to me. I laugh a little at this, I already knew his name.

"I'm Tris," I say, although I'm pretty sure he already knew mine.

"How's your first day at Chicago High been so far?" he asks me, making conversation.

"Alright, I guess," I say, "The people here are pretty nice so far."

He laughs at this, and I ask, "What?"

"Nothing," he says, trying to stop laughing, "You're just lucky, especially with Christina as a friend."

"I guess," I say, not knowing how else to respond. His statement leads me to assume that I'll run into the other people, ones like at my old school, very soon.

I try to push the thought aside, and focus on Four. A part of me wonders why he offered to walk me to class, I barely know him. What is he thinking?

That is when a girl comes up to us. "Hey Four," she says, completely ignoring me.

"Go away Lauren," Four says, uninterested.

"Who's this?" Lauren asks angrily, just noticing me.

"I'm Tris," I say softly.

"Well Tris," she spits out, "You better stay away from Four."

I've dealt with people like her in the past. Rude, unaware, and downright slutty. It doesn't take a genius that she likes Four, and doesn't like me, only because I am standing right next to him. I smile at her sarcastically, and say, "Honey, I may be new here, but I'm pretty sure that Four has no interest in you whatsoever, so you should walk away now."

Lauren looks shocked for a second, then her face contorts in anger. Not knowing how to respond, she stomps away in rage as I chuckle a bit. She's ridiculous.

Four looks at me, just as shocked as Lauren did. "Thank you," he says.

"No problem," I say simply, "You didn't look too happy, I thought that I should probably save you from her company."

We continue to walk to class, when Four says, "You know Tris, you're different from other girls."

What is that supposed to mean? Is that a bad thing? I already know that I am short and plain, he doesn't have to remind me. I already know that I have a problem, he doesn't have to remind me.

"All of the other girls just throw themselves at me, it's disgusting," he continues, "But not you, and I like that."

I look down and blush when I realize that he is complimenting me, although I don't quite understand the reason. If he actually knew anything about me, he would think differently. They would all think differently.

When we finally reach AP American Government, Four asks, "Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"I would love to," I start, "But sadly I have already told Christina that I would eat with her." I feel bad rejecting him, I really do. Something about him makes my heart ache when I say those words.

Instead of a disappointed look, he gives me a wide smile, and says, "Well then, I'm in luck. We'll already be sitting at the same table."

I smile too, and say, "Then it's a plan."

We walk into the classroom, and Four leads me over to the back of the classroom, where another girl is already sitting. She's pretty, just like most other girls in this school, but doesn't seem as obnoxious.

"Four, you didn't meet me at the lockers after class!" she says.

"Sorry Shauna," Four says, "I walked Tris here."

"Are you the new girl?" Shauna asks me.

I nod, and she says, "Nice to meet you Tris."

Shauna looks at Four, staring differently every so often until I figure out that they are having a silent conversation. The thought is amusing to me, but it must be great to know someone so well that you can talk to them without words.

I take a seat in front of them, and am talking out a notebook when Shauna asks me, "So Tris, have you met anyone else?"

Four answers for me, "She made friends with Christina."

Shauna smirks, and says, "Have fun with that. Christina is a nice girl, but she can be a bit over enthusiastic at times."

I smile, and say, "I've already experienced it for myself," thinking back to our conversation in the hallway this morning.

Mr. Harrison walks into the classroom as the bell rings, and begins class. We go over the class syllabus, talk rules and expectations, basic first day of school stuff.

The class is over before I know it, and I head off to Calculus.

Four POV

Butterflies fill my stomach as we step out into the hall. I feel speechless, weightless, but I know that I should probably say something, introduce myself at least.

"I'm Four, it's nice to meet you," I say. She laughs a bit at this, I wonder why.

"I'm Tris," Tris says. I already knew her name, but it's nice to hear her say it.

"How's your first day at Chicago High been so far?" I ask her, making conversation. I don't want our walk in the hallway to be awkward, I want her to be comfortable around me.

"Alright, I guess," she says, "The people here are pretty nice so far."

I can't help but laugh at this. Nice, she thinks the people here are nice. She's been fortunate so far if that's the case, she's not run into 99% of the student body.

"What?" she asks me. She must be confused, she can't read minds.

"Nothing," I say, stifling my laugh, "You're just lucky, especially with Christina as a friend."

"I guess," Tris says in response. She doesn't even realize how perfect she is, how incredibly different and wonderful.

That's when Lauren comes up to us. Gosh, why does she have to ruin everything?

"Hey Four," Lauren says flirtatiously. She never gets the message, it's not going to work. The skintight, low cut tops and booty shorts aren't appealing to me whatsoever.

"Go away Lauren," is all I say back. I am so tired of dealing with her.

"Who's this?" she asks, suddenly boiling in anger and jealousy. For a second, I forgot Tris was standing right next to me. Lauren must've just noticed her.

"I'm Tris," Tris says back quietly. She is so cute when she's shy.

"Well Tris," Lauren says, "You better stay away from Four." That makes me mad, really mad. She shouldn't threaten Tris, she doesn't deserve it.

Then Tris does something I didn't expect. I might've expected her to apologize, then quietly walk away, or look down shyly as I told Lauren off, but I didn't expect Tris to put on a fake smile and say, "Honey, I may be new here, but I'm pretty sure that Four has no interest in you whatsoever, so you should walk away now."

I look at her, shocked. I never knew she had it in her, and it makes me like her even more.

Lauren stomps away, and I still am looking at Tris. The only words I can find are, "Thank you."

"No problem," Tris says, "You didn't look too happy, I thought that I should probably save you from her company."

No one has ever stood up to Lauren like that before, everyone has always been afraid of the consequences. She is the head cheerleader, most people in this school are afraid of her wrath. But not Tris. She told off Lauren without hesitation, and she doesn't even realize how brave she is, how special she is.

"You know Tris, you're different from other girls," I say, "All of the other girls just throw themselves at me, it's disgusting, but not you, and I like that."

I just basically admitted my feelings for her, and I am nervous for her response. She looks down timidly and blushes. I love it when she blushes. She still is that shy girl, yet she can be so confident. I like the mix of the two.

We finally reach AP American Government. Before we walk into the room, I decide to be confident, and say, "Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"I would love to," she starts, and I get my hopes up, "But sadly I have already told Christina that I would eat with her."

I am disappointed for a second, then smile really big. She looks confused until I say, "Well then, I'm in luck. We'll already be sitting at the same table."

She returns the smile, and says, "Then it's a plan," and we walk into the classroom. I see Shauna already sitting in the back, so I go over to her. Before I can introduce Tris, she says, "Four, you didn't meet me at the lockers after class!"

I completely forgot, I told her yesterday when we were comparing schedules that I would wait for her. But with Tris, I was completely distracted. "Sorry Shauna," I say, "I walked Tris here." Maybe she will understand…

"Are you the new girl?" Shauna asks Tris.

Tris nods, she can be so introverted, and Shauna says, "Nice to meet you Tris."

Shauna and I start to have a silent conversation through eye and brow movements.

"So, this is the new girl you were so interested in this morning?" Shauna asks me suggestively.

"It's not like that," I say.

"Oh really? I've never seen you this friendly, Four," Shauna says.

"I'm just trying to be nice," I say, defending myself. I don't really want to reveal my feelings about Tris to Shauna, or anyone yet.

"Okay," Shauna says. I can tell she still doesn't believe me, I'm going to have to a better job of hiding it.

"So Tris," Shauna says, ending our silent conversation, "Have you met anyone else?"

"She made friends with Christina," I say, answering for her. I don't know why I felt the need to talk for her, but she doesn't know what's coming at lunch.

Shauna smirks, and says, "Have fun with that. Christina is a nice girl, but she can be a bit over enthusiastic at times."

Tris smiles, I love her smile, and says, "I've already experienced it for myself." That's just the way Christina is.

The bell rings, and Mr. Harrison goes over class requirements and such, but I'm not really paying attention, not really. When Tris is in the room, she is the only one I can focus on. She is sitting in front of me, and all I can see is the back of her head. Her hair is so lovely, so soft looking. I would love to run my fingers through it.

I turn my attention to her hands, furiously writing down what the teacher is saying. She is paying attention, like any student should. But all I can think about is how much I would like to wrap her hands in mine, to hold them.

Before I know it, it is the end of the period, and Tris scurries out of the room before I have the chance to stop her. "It's so obvious, Four," Shauna says while packing up her stuff.

I shrug, and walk out of the classroom.