A/N I'm going to try and get writing in this but no promises. Ahh! If I use a hyphen and put a space after it is supposed to be a dash. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but everything else belongs to my brain.
(I just noticed how messed up the last chapter is because I just read it)
Tris's P.O.V.
We slide into one of the last empty tables in Mrs. Matthews's class just as the bell rings. Shauna and Zeke get the table to our left. Mrs. Matthews began taking roll early, so as soon as the bell rings, she calls, "Four Eaton."
A short, "Here." comes from Four. I sit my backpack on the polished concrete floor beside the skinny, metal leg of the chair I sat in. Four does the same. I take out a notebook and warn Four to do the same.
"Grab a notebook and be prepared to take notes. The person at your table will be your partner for the rest of the year." Great, I get Four. Maybe he will turn out nicer, I think.
Mrs. Matthews then launches into a long explanation of the scientific method. She warns us there will be a quiz over it at some point because it is something we 'have to know.' By the end of the hour-long class, I have two pages worth of notes scribbled down onto the notebook.
When the bell rings, we all grab our things. Shauna, Zeke, Four, and I check out schedules to see what our next class is. Coding, great. Together, we walk up the hill to a different building which houses the coding room- amongst others- at our school. In the classroom, Christina, Will, Marlene, and Uriah join us. We all sit at a large table in the back right corner of the room. The teacher sits at her desk. She stands up as the bell rings and has us pull out our computers. As we do that, she introduces herself as Mrs. Black. We are told to write what we know about coding.
After five minutes of working on our assignment, we go around the room talking about what we wrote. I feel like I am in kindergarten, but I kind of like it because I know Mrs. Black will be a hands-on teacher and will be involved. After we have been told the basic definition of coding, we are told to open the coding program and follow the walk-through.
Our group is erupting in laughter, excluding Four, at a story Zeke and Uriah told when the bell rings. I stuff my computer into the sleeve at the back of my backpack and check my schedule. Now, I have Algebra B for an hour. I see that I do hot have Algebra B on Thursdays, however, which puts a slight smile on my face.
The math room is back down the hill, so the eight of us embark on the journey. We open the doors of the building just as the bell rings for the first time. We still have three minutes. The math room is the first room on the right from the doors we can in at, so it only takes a few steps to reach the large, wooden door. I pull down on the cool, metal handle and open the door. The room is small, but there is luckily a table large enough to accommodate our large friend group, plus Four. Each seat is filled at our table. This time, we have an elderly male teacher who sits silently at his desk in the center of the back wall. The room slowly fills to the brim- no seat is left empty. In fact, I am sitting on a stool. I do not mind, though, because it adds to my height. There are about thirty of us crammed into a fifteen feet by fifteen feet room.
The teacher, who I now know is Mr. Michaels, starts class when the bell rings again. He begins a lecture on what we will cover in this class, but our table is too focused on the Petrad twins to listen to his monotonous voice drone on. I can see hearing aids peeping out of his gray hair which hopefully means he cannot hear our quiet snickering. Zeke and Uri are making hilarious faces and mocking our teacher. I did not have him last year which means I have only heard stories. Apparently, he has the work done one way and one way only. If you do not work it out exactly the way he says, he will give you a zero.
The rest of the day goes by the same- Zeke and Uriah joke while the rest of us laugh. For even laughed a few times. I still cannot figure him out. He is obviously closed off, but I can tell he is raking everything in and making a note of everything. It is unnerving.
Nothing interesting happens until gym class. The gym coach blows his whistle and orders us to run a mile. He says we can walk or jog, but running is much more fun. It takes me just under ten minutes to run the twenty laps around the basketball court. When I am done, I grab a basketball. Four got done before me and he is now shooting three-pointers. He makes every shot which is intriguing- I saw him as more of a football player. I step up on the opposite side or the wing as him and shoot. I make every shot I take. Zeke, Uriah, Will, Shauna, Marlene, and Christian join us within five minutes. Ten minutes later, the last person is done. She walked the mile. Sweat is rolling down my face and I can feel the moisture in my tee shirt. The gym has no air conditioning so it is over a hundred in here. Christian is mad because her makeup is running, but we only have one class left. I made sure to wipe my minimal makeup off while I was changing for this class.
The whistle pierces through the air and every head in the room turns toward the source. The room falls silent as Coach Amar yells at us to get in lines with four people per row.
"Twenty push-ups, right now!" he yells.
Each person in the room, excluding Amar, drops to the hardwood and begins doing pushups. I stand up once I reach twenty. It took no time at all. I look around as I stand and Four is already standing. The fact that he beat me rankles me slightly but I ignore the feeling since the whistle sounds again.
"Apparently none of you can do a pushup!" Amar yells. "Four, get up here and show them how it's done."
This also gets on my nerves. At least he is modest. He walks to the front with an embarrassed expression, almost like he does not like being the center of attention. I know I have perfect form on my push-ups, but I have to admit, Four can do a push-up. He has perfect form and the rippling muscles to add the cherry on top.
"Tris, come here." I walk to the front. "Sit on Four's back." I blush but do as I'm told. I feel Four stiffen underneath me. "See? Even with the added weight, his back is still straight and his nose still gets extremely close to the floor. He is still lifting and sinking at the same speed."
When Amar's lecture is over, I add, "It's not like I weigh very much." Laughter erupts at my comment, even from Amar.
"She's not wrong." Four grunts.
"I'll sit on you." Zeke volunteers.
"Be my guest." I hop off his back and walk back to my place. Zeke steps up and sits on Four's back. When Four makes no indication that there is a person on his back, we laugh. Zeke starts bouncing slightly and Four rolls over. Zeke flops to the ground. Though all the laughter, I can even hear the thud.
A/N I tried to make it more interesting at the end but I am still not super happy. I hope y'all liked it. I should get some updates up during the summer. Once I get in the flow of this story it will be easier to write and more interesting. Thanks for any follows, favorites, and/ or reviews. Oh, and thanks for reading!
-T