Hey guys, Olive here! Bringing you another new chapter of The Populars and the Geeks! So if you want the honest truth, here it is: I completely forgot I already wrote this chapter. So when I found it, I jumped for joy and decided to edit it and publish it. So here it is!

Happy reading!

Chapter 4

Believe it or not, I was actually happy that the weekend was over and it was school again. My social life is way too boring; at least at school I saw friends and did progressive things.

"Good morning Mom," I sang as I glided downstairs, for once gracefully and not like a zombie. I knew it was the start of a good day: I had a decent outfit, I was awake, I wasn't late, it was all good.

"Good morning Beatrice." Mom smiled, yawning. "Your father left early this morning, but he'll be home at four today."

"Cool," I opened the fridge, rooting around for something edible.

"Oh, and your teacher Tori sent an email with a list of things you'll need on your camping trip last night."

"You knew about the camping trip?" I stopped my rampaging. As far as I knew, I never mentioned the trip to my parents.

"Of course." Mom frowned. "We got some permission slip about it in the beginning of the year. It's all signed and everything. Anyway, there're some things we'll need to pick up for the trip, things you don't have. I thought we could go today, okay?"

"Sounds good." I continued my mad search for breakfast.

"Good morning," Caleb stumbled into the kitchen. His dark hair was mussed up and his green eyes were sleepy. I smirked, for once I wasn't the tired one.

"Hello Caleb," Mom called from the stove where she was making herself tea.

"Susan will be here in a few minutes, I'm going to go wait for her outside." My brother slung his backpack over his shoulder, took an apple from the fruit bowl, kissed Mom goodbye, and was gone.

"Well that was fast," I mumbled to myself.

"Eat quickly honey, Tobias will be here to pick you up soon."

I froze, my spoon levitated in the air with yogurt still dripping off of it. "What?"

Mom raised an eyebrow. "Don't say you forgot? Oh, Beatrice. Remember, you father's friend's son, Tobias is driving you to school today!"

Whomp. There goes my perfect morning.

"Oh yes," I plastered a completely fake and plastic-looking smile on my face. "Well I'll just be going then."

I stiffly removed myself from leaning on the kitchen counter. I stood up straight smiled at Mom and picked up my backpack, exiting the kitchen.

"Dammit," I hissed when I thought my mother was out of earshot.

"Beatrice!" Turns out she wasn't.

I hastily exited the house before Mom could chastise me any more and sat down on the front steps. Caleb was already gone, his apple core neatly sitting on the bottom step. I frowned and kicked it away with the toe of my sneaker. As I watched it fly through the air and land in the grass, a sleek car pulled up.

I hesitated before I stood up, smoothed my skirt down, and made my way to the unfamiliar car. I opened the passenger seat door and poked my head in to see Four sitting at the steering wheel, a bored look painted across his features.

"I'm supposed to be picking up a 'Beatrice Prior'," said person drawled, smoothly changing the music on the radio.

"Well I'm supposed to be picked up by a 'Tobias Eaton'," I snapped back, immediately crossing my arms in my signature defensive position.

He studied my expression, I tried to keep it blank. "Well that's me. Get in." Seems like I wasn't the only one unhappy with this arrangement.

I huffed under my breath but complied, swinging my backpack off my shoulder and onto the floor of the passenger seat and sat down. I had hardly closed the door when Four put his sunglasses on, revved up the car and zoomed away from the curb.

I was thrown against my seat before I had the chance to put my seatbelt on, knocking the wind out of me. I heaved a gasp, glaring at my driver.

"That's what a seatbelt is for," Four said plaintively, as if talking to a first grader.

"No shit," I snipe, hastily snapping the buckle.

"Ooh, innocent geeky Tris Prior, swearing? Unheard of!" Four smirks, barely keeping his eyes on the road.

"Four Eaton, being a jackass? Oh wait, that's normal," I shoot back. He scowls and turns his attention back to the road. I silently high five myself. Jackass: 0, Tris: 1.

The rest of the car ride goes by in awkward silence. Occasionally I'd look up from my phone to secretly scowl at Four. Now and then he'd heave a sigh, like riding in a car with Tris Prior was capital punishment.

Let's just say that I was very relieved to see the school. As we pulled up I quickly hopped out and mumbled a taut thank-you before climbing the stairs and hoping I'd never see another Popular again.

Just my luck that Zeke Pedrad was standing in the doorway with his jock buddies. Joy. I crept by without any trouble and walked to my locker to get my things. I walked into homeroom floating on a cloud of pink rainbows and fluffy sunshiney love. For I have never been two minutes early to homeroom.

Marlene and Shauna looked up from where they were sitting on two desks and raised their eyebrows.

"Do my eyes deceive me or is Tris Prior early to class?" Marlene giggled as I pranced over to them.

I smirked and held up my hands in defense. "What can I say?"

"Very well," Shauna purred. "How did you do it?"

I pondered keeping my new way of transportation a secret, then decided against it. They'd figure it out sooner or later anyway. "I've found someone new to drive me, now no more Mom making me late."

"Who? Did Caleb finally forgive you for interrupting his face slurping with Susan and you're now riding with them as an awkward third wheel?" Marlene asked intently, cupping her face with her hands.

"Or did Susan's brother's ego decay a little and he drove you here?" Shauna predicted as she swung her legs.

"Neither," I sighed. "Worse than both of those. This morning-"

I was interrupted when the devil himself strode in. He whisked past the ditzy blonde girls who had turned their attention onto him, giggling and smoothing down their flat-ironed hair.

"-He picked me up." I said glumly, waving my hand towards Four.

Completely ignoring the disappointed scatterbrains, Four made his way over to the Pedrad brothers and the rest of their jock friends. Christina eagerly hovered around the flock of boys, trying innocently to strike up a conversation with them, but got a reply from none. At times I felt bad for the girl. While the Populars have known each other since forever, Christina was still the newest of them all and was basically Lauren's slave. Lauren basically shunned her in homeroom, instead sitting and giggling with the barbies.

"Four Eaton?" Shauna and Marlene gasped, all amusement gone from their faces as true shock replaced it. Will had entered the room, greeting us with hellos. Shauna and Marlene waved him off quickly before turning their full attention back on to me.

"Actually," I smirked. "Actually his name is T-" I stopped as Four turned his head to shoot me a warning look. Apparently he had gained supernatural hearing. I shut my mouth.

"Why in God's name did Eaton drive you to school this morning?" Shauna asked spitefully.

I shrugged. "Some agreement his dad and my dad made."

Before my friends could pester me with any more questions, Tori stood up from her desk, piece of paper in hand. She walked over to the bulletin board next to the door and put the sheet up with a red pushpin.

"These are your groups for the camping trip on Thursday." She said after she had clapped her hands to alert the class. When we had obediently taken our seats in our desks, she continued. "Our class has been divided into three groups of eight. Each group will have two chaperones. The class will stay together for the first night and the next morning we split into our groups. Each group has a destination for their campsite. Is this clear?" We nodded.

As soon as Tori turned around to write something on the chalkboard, the whole class hastily got up and moved in a scattered crowd to the bulletin board. I could hear groans as well as squeals as people scanned over the list.

"Omigod, we're together!" Chelsea, one of the plastic-y girls squealed to Lauren and her other blonde friends. Lauren smiled and giggled with the rest of them, apparently not caring she wasn't with any of the other Pops.

"Man, I was hopin' to be put with Katie," a jock sighed disappointedly. "We would've had such fun."

"Ah, score dude!" Uriah slapped hands with his brother.

"Did you read the rest of the list," Zeke asked sourly. Uriah looked over the sheet again, his glee turning to disappointment. He sent a scathing glare over towards me.

I found the closest chair to me and dragged it over, standing on it. I peeked over Will's blonde head to read the list. Scanning for my name, I saw it with a cluster of others. Tris Prior….Uriah Pedrad...Christina Walsh…..Four Eaton…..Shauna Morse...Marlene Cross….Zeke Pedrad...Will Eden.

I turned around, searching for Marlene and Shauna when I realized the other names of people in our group. The Populars. Wait...what?

I hopped down from my chair, scowling. I looked around for my friends to find them in a group around Tori's desk. In fact, Zeke, Four, Christina, and Uriah were there as well. As I neared them I could hear their conversation.

"...why we're stuck with them for eight full days!" Shauna was saying, waving her hands for emphasis. Zeke stood next to her, equally ticked off. Marlene and Uriah were sending each other glares from the other sides of Zeke and Shauna. Christina hovered next to Zeke, brows knitted. Will stood with his arms crossed behind Marlene. Four, on the other hand, was across the room, sitting at his desk. His arms were behind his head and his feet were propped up on the tabletop. In fewer words: he couldn't care less.

"It'll be a good experience for all of you," Tori stated calmly. "And it's too late to change things now, so the best thing to do is just accept it. Now if you'd all sit down now, I'd like to continue our class discussion."

Our group of people marched back to their seats, grumbling.

Tori continued. "I've already sent emails to your parents with additional information. Everything you need to know is in this-" she indicated a stack of packets sitting on her desk. "Packet." She rose from her chair and began passing them out.

I could hear Shauna mumbling curses under her breath and Marlene looked ready to break her pencil with the glare she had plastered on her face.

"I am not happy right now, not happy at all," Marlene growled as the four of us walked down the hall. Her normally sweet face was twisted into a disgusted look.

"Come on, let's get to English class now," Shauna tugged on her long hair.

"But we have Pedrad in that class!" She complained.

"Which one?" Will asked.

"The idiotic one," she replied scathingly.

"Which idiotic one?" Shauna snorted.

"The really idiotic one."

"Marlene, we really need you to be more specific," I chuckled.

She sighed. "Fine. Uriah."

"Oooh," Will and I said sympathetically.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for the pity. Now let's go," Shauna finally dragged Marlene away towards their destination.

"Shall we?" Will swept his hand in front of him.

I laughed. "We shall."

As we walked into the World History classroom I sighed in relief. One of the only classes I didn't have with a Pop-

"Well well well, look who we have have. If it isn't the lamer Geeks," a saccharine voice cut through my personal bubble. I scowled. Guess I forgot the female Populars were in this class.

Lauren stood in front of me, pink miniskirt noticeably short, lips unnaturally glossy, heels incredibly high, and attitude unbearably nasty. Christina was one step behind her, looking Will up and down, eyebrows raised. Will blushed and clutched his books tighter, taking a sudden interest in the floor.

I pushed past them, Will on my heels. As we sat down, I could still see Christina looking at Will, a funny look on her face. When she caught me staring she blushed and turned to inspect her nails with no interest. When I had turned back, out the corner of my eye I could see her sneak another glance at Will.

"Hello Beatrice, how was school today?" Mom asked me as I plopped into the passenger seat. I heaved a sigh, wishing that the weekend hadn't ended so soon.

"Fine. We got our groups of people for the camping trip," I replied, practically jumping for joy as she handed me a granola bar to munch on.

As I listed names, she immediately beamed when she heard Four's.

"You mean Tobias Eaton? How was it this morning?"

I grunted.

"Did you get to school on time?"

Grunt.

"For goodness sakes, Beatrice! Fine, one grunt for yes, two for no."

Grunt.

"Wonderful! Now I made a list of the things that I know you don't have, tell me if I'm missing anything?" She shoved a list into my hands, eyes still on the road.

I tried (and failed) to hide an eyeroll. Mom was too organized for her own good. Wait, did that mean she was in my room and in my dresser? Mom! She and I would need a serious talk about that. I studied the signature pale purple stationery paper in silence.

As we entered the parking lot (of whatever store Mom had chosen), she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to me.

"Ready to shop 'til you drop?" She asked with shining eyes.

I unfastened my seatbelt. "Ready as I'll ever be."

BABOOSH! Oh yeah, I totally just updated! (Go Olive, go Olive) I'm gonna try and update Dear FanFiction Writers tonight as well!

I definitely did some implying in this chapter, hope you caught some of it! So in a chapter or two the camping trip will begin! (Where the real fun starts!) Ooh, I'm actually really excited for this story!

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Olive

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