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Tris POV

Calculus is a bore, and before I know it, I am off to Spanish. Christina waves me over when she sees me enter the room. She is already sitting next to another girl. "Tris, this is Marlene. Marlene, this is Tris, she's new here," Christina says.

"Nice to meet you, Tris," Marlene says with a smile. She's nice, I can see myself becoming good friends with her.

"Nice to meet you too," I say, and I sit down on the other side of Christina.

Christina looks at me expectantly. "What?" I ask.

"Are you kidding me Tris? Tell me about Four!" she exclaims.

"What about him?" I ask. I'm confused, she's the one who has told me everything about him.

"You know what I mean, what did he say when he walked you to class?" Christina asks.

"He walked you to class?" Marlene says, "I don't think Four has ever walked a girl to class before."

"He was just being nice, I guess," I say, trying to make it sound like it is not that big of a deal, because it really isn't. He was just being nice.

"No, he stared at you for all of first period," Christina interjects, "I think he likes you."

"I think that you're crazy," I say, laughing. Why would anyone like me? I don't get it.

"Well, what did he say to you while you were walking?" Marlene asks, repeating Christina's question.

I think back to the interaction. It was mostly small talk. He did tell me that he liked that I was different than the other girls, but that was just because I saved him from Lauren.

"Nothing important," I say, trying to stop the conversation. They're overanalyzing the entire thing; it really is no big deal.

I am saved by the bell. Christina is about to say something else when SeƱora Garcia enters the room and starts class.

The class blows by quickly, and then I am off to AP Chemistry. Christina has this class with me, so we say goodbye to Marlene and walk there.

As we turn the corner, I run right into someone. "I'm so sorry," I say. I look up, and there stands Four.

"Hey Tris," he says, smiling.

"Oh, hi," I say, trying to ignore the fact that I just completely embarrassed myself by walking right into him.

Christina winks, and then walks into Mrs. Matthews's room. Leaving me alone with Four. I honestly don't know what she thinks is going to happen, we're just friends.

"Where are you headed?" Four asks me.

"AP Chemistry," I say.

"With Mrs. Matthews?" he asks, and I nod. "Cool, that's where I'm going too."

We walk into the classroom together, and I see Christina in the back of the room. I walk over to her, Four following. She wiggles her eyebrows at me, and I roll my eyes and slightly shake my head in response.

The desks are grouped by twos, most likely for lab partners. I sit down next to Christina, but she just gets up and moves over to another pair of desks. I glare at her, as she looks at Four.

Four asks me, "May I?" referring to the seat.

"Sure," I say. I look back at Christina, who is now smiling. I continue to look at her until she looks back, and then she just shrugs. I shake my head, and then look down.

"What?" I say as I look over. Four is staring at me.

"Nothing," he mutters, but smiles.

"What, do I have something on my face?" I ask. Why would he be looking at me?

"No Tris," he says, laughing, "You just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" I ask, sincerely confused. He just shakes his head in response, still laughing.

I decide to drop the subject, and begin to take out my binder, and a pencil. The pencil slips out of my hands, and falls on the floor between Four and I.

He leans down to pick it up for me, as I say, "I got it." As I fumble for the pencil, his hand meets mine. He grabs it, and squeezes my hand. Electricity sparks within me at his touch, filling my veins with a warm feeling. Do I like him? No, I can't.

I look up to be met with his beautiful blue eyes looking at me. He smiles, and then gives me my pencil, releasing my hand. I smile, and then look away blushing.

Class starts soon after, and I can't stop thinking about how I felt when he held my hand.

Four POV

Tris isn't in my next two classes. The thought is somewhat depressing; two periods in a row, I won't see her beautiful eyes, or her wonderful smile.

Although she isn't in the room, I spend the entire time thinking about her. I've never had such emotions for a girl before, and I never thought I would. Now here I am, my thoughts filled with Tris instead of summarizing our summer reading assignment.

The bell finally rings, one period to go and then I will see her at lunch. I am heading to my locker when I turn a corner and run into someone. Tris. Christina is standing next to her, smiling.

"I'm so sorry," she says, looking down.

"Hey Tris," I say with a grin.

"Oh, hi," Tris says. She seems embarrassed, but she shouldn't be. I've wanted to run into her since she left second period.

Christina winks her, and then walks into a classroom. The gesture makes me suspicious: what does she know? She must suspect that I like Tris, I don't know what she's been told.

"Where are you headed?" I ask her. She is new here, maybe I could walk with her again.

"AP Chemistry," she responds, making me the happiest guy in the school. Another class we have together, the idea of it makes me excited.

"With Mrs. Matthew?" I ask. I already know that there is only one teacher for the class, but I'm just confirming before I get overexcited. She nods in response.

"Cool, that's where I'm going too," I say. I don't have to go to my locker anymore, I just want to be with Tris.

I didn't realize that the classroom was right there, which disappoints me. I won't get to talk to Tris alone again. Maybe we can be lab partners, that would be a great opportunity for me to get to know her.

My heart sinks when I see her walk to the back of the classroom, where Christina is sitting. She is going to pick Christina over me, I know it. But I can't stop myself from following her.

Tris sits down next to Christina, and my guess is confirmed. But then, something happens that I didn't expect. Christina gets up, and moves over to another pair of desks, leaving the seat next to Tris open.

Tris is staring at Christina, but Christina is looking right at me, silently telling me to sit down next to Tris. She definitely knows that I have a thing for Tris, but I'm not really surprised. Shauna told me that it was obvious, and I haven't done anything to hide it. I don't want to hide it; I want Tris to be with me.

"May I?" I ask Tris. I don't want her to be uncomfortable, I don't want her to be shy.

"Sure," she says, and my heart soars. Christina smiles.

Tris looks down, she feel set up. I am glad that I am sitting next to her right now, that I am her partner, but she must not be happy with Christina for it.

I am looking at her without even knowing it. She is so breathtaking, although she is unaware of it all. I like that she wears a simple black sweatshirt and jeans instead of anything too revealing like other girls. I like that she doesn't cake herself up in makeup, or do anything too flashy. I like that she is just herself, and it's amazing.

Tris looks up, and asks, "What?" She caught me staring at her, but I don't really care.

I smile, and say, "Nothing." I don't really want to pour out my feelings for her two minutes before Chemistry. I am still looking at her.

"What, do I have something on my face?" she asks. That makes me laugh, she thinks I am looking at her because there is something wrong with her. She doesn't even realize how gorgeous she is, I can't take my eyes off of her.

"No Tris," I say, "You just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" she asks, confused. I shake my head, she honestly has no idea.

She starts to take out her materials for class. She is so studious, but not in a nerdy way. I like how she actually cares, it's important.

I see her drop her pencil, and I lean over to pick it up for her. She says, "I got it," but I want to be polite and pick it up for her. Our hands find the pencil at the same time; our hands find each other.

In the moment, I grab her hand. The simple touch leaves me breathless, electricity flows through my veins. Does she feel this too? My heart aches for a hug, a kiss, something more.

I squeeze her hand, remembering that she is so shy. I am smiling as she looks up, and I get lost in her stormy blue eyes.

I give her the pencil, releasing her hand. It is cold where she held it, I want to hold it again. She returns the smile, but then looks away, blushing.

I want to say something, anything to her, but I am left speechless. I can't believe the effect she has on me, I have never felt this before.

I spend the entire period thinking about her, the way her hand felt in mine. It was soft, comforting. I loved every second of it.