Chapters Three and Four in Four's POV

I finally arrive at school on my motorcycle and start heading to my dreaded classes. I see Christina showing Tris to her first class and I can't help but to feel jealous. Wait. Why am I jealous of Christina? I shouldn't want to be around Tris. I shouldn't want to be the one showing her around.

She would never want to be with someone with as many secrets as me. I've been through too much and am damaged.

She's obviously seen a lot too. Something must have happened to her family for her to be placed in foster care. I just hope it isn't the same reason as mine. I've barely meet her but I can already tell that she's special.

She's seen a lot, I'm sure, but she is stronger than me and is probably working through it every day. She deserves someone so much better than me.

I walk to my first class and take a seat in the back of the class next to Zeke.(Authors Note: I made them all juniors. Uriah and Zeke are fraternal twins!)

I look up to see Tris taking a seat between Uriah and Christina. They start talking and Tris glances at me.

I tense.

What if they are talking about me? What if Uriah is telling her how much I talk about her? That will freak her out! I've barely said two words to her! And what I did say to her was douchy. She has every reason to hate me right now.

I haven't said anything bad or anything, I've just mentioned more about het to Zeke and Uriah than I ever have about anyone else. Apparently, it's weird for the 'mysterious Four' to take interest in anyone. But, I mean, how could I not talk about her?

Ever since this morning when she came in from her run, I was fascinated with her. No one ever stands up to me like that.

I've been thinking about her since even before that. When I saw her at the dinner table the night she got here. Her eyes drew me into her. They were so full of life, but they were also full of secrets and pain. I want to be the one she tells about them. But she would never do that. She would never like someone like me.

Soon enough, walks in and begins teaching her boring class that no one pays attention to. I just talk to Zeke the entire period. The bell finally rings and I get my books for calculus from my locker.

Christina waves me over to she and Tris. Apparently, I have almost every single class with Tris. I suddenly feel extremely happy, but then remember that she deserves better than me.

Christina practically begs me to walk Tris to all of her classes. I would be very excited to agree, but I really don't think Tris would like to spend a lot of time with me. I reluctantly agree since Tris has no one else to bring her to the classes that Christina has with her.

We walk silently to Calculus. We arrive and I sit as far away from her as possible. I'm already walking her to every class, I should probably give her some space. I'm sure she's already upset about spending time with me at all, I don't want to force her to spend more time with me by sitting beside her.

Class passes quickly enough and we start walking to gym, my favorite class. Suddenly, Tris starts sprinting to the gym. Either she really doesn't want to spend another second with me, or she is super excited about being in gym. I suspect it's both.

I know for a fact that Tris is athletic. I saw her coming back from a run early this morning. She is obviously pretty invested in her fitness if she is willing to wake up early to go for a run.

I arrive in gym class and get dressed in basketball shorts and a plain black t-shirt. They give everyone assigned uniforms at the beginning of the year, but everyone mostly ignores them and wears whatever the want to.

I walk out of the locker room and go talk to Zeke. He's thinking about having yet another party this Friday. He has parties almost every weekend.

I see Tris walk out after almost everyone else. Her face is red and she looks furious. I immediately note that she is wearing a hoodie.

Oh no. She's not going to be able to wear it for long. Hoodies aren't allowed in this class. I just hope she has something decent on under it.

Coach Amar comes out of his office and greets all of us juniors. He announces that we will be doing races today and I am instantly excited. I love to run. It helps get my mind off of all the thoughts that haunt me.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Coach Amar shout instructions. He is going to split us into evenly matched pairs. We all let out a collective groan. We all know that evenly to him actually means total opposite to everyone else.

He starts pairing us up together, unfairly, I might add, and I am fortunately paired with Tris. Tall against short. I obviously have longer legs than her, but I definitely don't have her speed. Since she is so small, she is bound to be fast, and if her running this morning is any indication of her running habits, I'm sure she runs all the time. I am more about stamina, but this race is only two laps around the track.

A few pairs go and since they are so unfair, it's easy to predict who will win. Now is mine and Tris' race.

Just as Coach is about to blow the whistle, he calls Tris out. "There are no hoodies allowed in this class. Take it off."

I see fear flash behind her eyes, but she quickly masks it. She is very good at hiding her emotions, but not from me. I can tell that we are very alike. We have both been through pain that will be with us throughout the rest of our lives. I can see it in her eyes.

She swiftly removes her hoodie, revealing a black sports bra. Almost every other girl in this room is wearing one, but I can't help but stare at her. Even though I can tell she is too skinny for a normal girl her age, I still can't help but think she's absolutely beautiful.

But then, my eyes are drawn to something else.

A dark bruise.

It's peeking out from under her sports bra, right above her ribs. The more I look at her, the more I see. I start to see bruises on her upper arms as well. I can tell from experience that they are very frequent, judging by the dark purple and blue color.

It makes me sick to think of someone doing that to someone as amazing as Tris. I have only just met her, but I am positive that she doesn't deserve to be hit or treated badly at all.

I look around at everybody to see if they notice them, but of course they don't. Everyone at this school is so used to people getting in fights that they don't notice her bruises. I'm thankful for that. She probably doesn't need everyone looking at her like she's a kicked puppy. I know how she feels.

She finally looks up and notices my staring and crosses her arms over her tiny but firm stomach. She doesn't get the chance to say anything because Coach Amar tells everyone to shut up. I didn't even notice everyone was whooping and catcalling at Tris. Bitches.

We get set at the starting line, waiting for Coach to cue our start. The whistle blows, and we are off. By the time I can even process anything, Tris is already ahead. Damn, she's fast!

She runs like she is finally free from her demons, like she is finally doing something that she enjoys, for herself. It's like she's finally happy. It's really a beautiful thing to watch, someone being freed by running. I blink from my daze of watching her and try to focus back on my running. By the time I am halfway through a lap, she is already half a lap ahead of me.

It is so weird to be losing, I have always been the fastest student at this school. But maybe Tris deserves to be praised for something she enjoys and is fantastic at.

We are both still sprinting halfway through the second lap, but Tris is still quite a bit ahead. Every time I try to gain on her, it's like she senses it and goes faster.

She's a natural and I don't even mind that she is going to be the first person to beat me in a race. We are finally just a few yards away from the finish line and the entire class is either cheering for me or Tris.

Right at this moment, Tris decides to give everything she has and speeds up even further, reaching the finish line at least 10 seconds before me.

Everyone is shocked. They can't believe this little girl beat the legendary Four. I am currently gasping for air, but when I look at Tris, she is hardly even breaking a sweat.

"Time?" I ask Coach Amar, who has an incredulous look on his face. Obviously he didn't expect her to win either. He breaks out of his trance and looks at his stopwatch. "1:23 for you, 1:12 for the little girl." Now it's my turn to be shocked. A half mile in 1:23? That's the fastest I've ever done. 1:12 is incredible for Tris.

I can't help but think that the reason I did so well is because Tris was in it with me. She makes me faster.

Coach Amar still looks like he can't believe that Tris ran like that, so strongly,so fast. "Tris! Are you thinking about doing track? I've already seen enough that you don't have to try out. We practice after school today. We would be happy to have you on the team."

She looks momentarily shocked, like she can't believe she's even being noticed. "U-u-mm, sure. That would be great."

The rest of the class is still whispering about Tris's speed. I don't blame them, she was amazing.

The rest of the pairs go, but I block them out and think about Tris, something I seem to be doing a lot lately, not that I can find it in myself to mind. Coach finally sends us to the locker rooms to get dressed. The bell for fourth period finally rings and I start walking out, but something stops me dead in my tracks.

Tris is waiting by the door, staring at me. She then comes to stand right beside me. What is she doing? Why would she be waiting for me? She looks confused for a second. "You're still bringing me to class, right?"

Of course! Class. Disappointment surges through me. She only needs me to walk her to class. That's the only reason she waited for me. I try to mask my disappointment with a small smile"Of course."

And off to AP English we go.

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