I somehow manage to take my anger out on an innocent freshman Amity boy in Gym, for we had, just HAD, to play dodgeball today. On the first DAY. My football coach, who was also my GYM teacher, Mister Sanchez, a young light-skinned man in his early thirties, his brown curly hair and dimples, runs his fingers through his hair as his baggy black sweatpants and white shirt made me think he was a Candor, his black sneakers squeaking on the gym floor as he was pacing back and forth. On the first day, we have to bring our gym clothes or it'll be an automatic zero for our grade. His assistant, who was his sister, Megan, hands us a piece of paper, telling us our gym lockers and their codes. She smiles at me as she hands me my paper.

"Always nice seeing you, Tobias."

I nod at her and go into the locker room, blushing.

Sometimes I think she has a crush on me.

Who doesn't?

I look like Grandpa Four.

I go and find my locker and turn the knob as I read the code, only to be shoved from behind. I turn...only to be face to face with Bobby. DAMN! Why'd we had to have Gym together...? It was bad enough that we were on the same football team...! I guess I've failed to mention that...! I apologize. Wow. TWO apologies today...! I must be sick.

Bobby smirks at me. "Told ya I'd get you... Ashlyn."

"Leave. Her. Alone. How'd you know her anyway?"

"We...had a special connection."

I wrinkle my nose.

"What kind of connection?"

Bobby smiles. His stupid sparkly smile. I wish I could knock his teeth out...but I don't want to go BACK to Madame Jean's office again...not after what had happened.

I go to put my bag into my locker, grabbing my clothes for gym and changed into the bathroom stall. Though, I shouldn't use my locker. Bobby might try to break into my stuff, so I put my old clothes into my bookbag and go into the gym, before being tripped by Bobby, his stupid smirk, and his buddy, Ryan. I hate them all...but I try to keep a fake smile on my face so people can't guess what I'm feeling. There was a pale Amity boy, his red shirt and white gym shorts gave himself away, pushes up his thick-rimmed glasses, reveling familiar hazel eyes, and looks from his left while slicking his black hair and spots me.

"Dauntless...", he whispers hoarsely. "So many Dauntless..."

I come closer to him, but he scoots away from me.

"I'm not gonna hurt you.", I say to him.

"No. I know you. You almost hurt my sister."

"Your...sister...? Is she Ashlyn?"

"Yes.", he hisses. "She told me about YOU."

"I didn't mean to hurt your sister's feelings."

"Sure. Like your little buddies don't 'mean' to torture her in the mornings or your girlfriend making her squirm and YOU doing NOTHING to protect her...! But, that's the life of a Dauntless, right?"

I grab the front of his shirt but quickly let go.

He smirks. "Good boy. You don't want to go to Madame Jean's office again."

Smart aleck Amity.

I'm surprised that he wasn't an Erudite. Or Candor.

I scoot away from him. Clutching on to my bookbag.

But...now that I know her brother...

"How does Bobby know your sister?", I ask him.

The question made him jump.

"Bobby...? You...know him...?"

I nod. "Well. Hate him."

He nods. "I'm Noah."

He extends his hand to me. I shake it with a smile.

Noah was a good guy; he just was protecting his sister.

"Bobby...I don't wanna talk about it. It'll make me angry."

I look at him. Amity don't get angry. All I know about them is apple-picking and banjo-strumming.

"What did-"

I stop when I saw Bobby and Ryan sitting a few feet from us. I lean closer to Noah.

"Bobby told me that they had some sort of 'special' connection. What...was it?"

I could tell that Noah was getting irritated, so I shut my mouth as Mister Sanchez and his daughter, Megan, slowly strolling in.

"Alright, maggots!", he yells as he blows his stupid whistle. "Today, we're going to play MY favorite little game..."

Good God...

"Dodgeball...", I whisper.

"DODGEBALL!"

He says this...with a grin!

I groan while both Noah was looking at me with pity and bobby smiling at me with Ryan.

I know he has plans...

We all lined up to play. Red balls were lined up perfectly on the white line drawn between us. As Mister Sanchez blew his whistle, we all manage to pick up a ball, except for some people. I try to throw one at Bobby, but the stupid Candor ducked his stupid head, sticking his stupid tongue at me. I growl and grabbed another ball but I noticed Noah. He was mostly ducking instead of hitting dickheads with dodgeballs. I groan. I forgot. Stupid Amity. I go over to him and whisper in his head but he kept shaking his head.

"No way. I'm an Amity, Tobias! Amity don't FIGHT. They talk out their problems in a nonviolent manner."

I mentally threw up.

"Noah. Stop the Amity bullshit and pick up a ball. You know now that Mister Sanchez don't give a damn about that crap."

I pick up a ball and hand it to him, though he was against it, but he didn't want to get a zero on his first day, so he threw it, hitting Ryan the butthead. I high-five him and clap him on the back softly. He smiles at me and gets another ball. I saw Bobby with his stupid smile as he shows an Abnegation girl no mercy since she was ALREADY out...! She crouches down to protect her chocolate face but it wasn't working. Bobby, satisfied with himself, crouches down to her face and glares at her.

"Stupid Stiff...", he says.

He gets a dodgeball and forcefully strikes her in the face...

The bad thing...? No, the WORST thing...Mister Sanchez wasn't paying attention to him at all!

"Knock it off, Bobby.", I say.

He stops and stares. "Screw you, Four. Abnegation are nothing but idiotic diplomats who stick their noses up, thinking they're the shit...!"

I sneer. "You asshole! My grandparents were FROM there...!"

"Oh, yea...Tris and Tobias...the Divergent rebels. The people who fucked up the Erudite's chances of making a better world..."

I threw with my might the dodgeball at Bobby's stupid pretty boy face, but he ducked...making me hit...Noah.