Chapter 2
Tris POV
It's my first day at Divergent High School. Weird name. I get up at 6:30 and start getting ready. I wear my favorite black skinny jeans, combat boots, and a gray tank top with a black jacket. I don't think you can see the scars, so I am alright. I check my watch. 7:00. School starts at 7:35. Tori doesn't live that far, I just don't know where the school is. I sigh and run downstairs to eat. I grab a granola bar and a water. I say goodbye to Tori and leave.
I surprisingly didn't get lost on the way To school. I make it there at 7:10 and go to the office to pick up my schedule and locker number. I have locker number 46. My schedule is, 1) Civics, 2) English, 3) Math, 4) Free Period, 5) Gym, 6) Chemistry, and 7) Art. I am almost to class when I turn the corner and run face first into someones chest. I look up and I'm met the the most brilliant blue eyes. I recognize him as, Four, I think is his name.
"Are you okay?" He asks, concern in his eyes.
I nod my head. He looks at me and says, "You're Tris right? Tori's niece?" I nod again. He laughs. "Tori was right. You aren't much of a talker. Can I see your schedule?" I hand it to him. "We have first, second, fifth, and sixth together. I'll walk with you to Civics."
The walk is awkwardly silent. No, not awkward, the silence just feels right. Just a little bit. I look up at Four. His eyes are a brilliant blue, and his hair is so dark it's almost black. He sees me staring and laughs. I blush and look away. When we get to the classroom, I see Christina, Zeke, and Uriah. I guess they're the only ones from that group.
Christina motions for me to sit by her, and I do. She seems nice enough. I'm just not sure I'm ready to have friends here yet. Every friend I had back in Chicago, with the exception of Susan, stopped talking to me after it happened.
But the people here seem nice. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Four staring at me. The bell rings and I leave class. The rest of my classes are the same, except Marlene and Shauna are in my gym class. At lunch, Christina invites me to sit with them, and reluctantly I do.
I get to lunch and I see everyone except for Four. Seconds later, he walks in, sucking face with a brunette. Christina informs me of all of the couples; Zeke and Shauna, Uriah and Marlene, Christina likes Will, and Four and Lauren. I sigh and continue eating lunch.
It's not like I liked Four or anything. Wait, did I? No, I scold myself. And when the bell rings, I head to Chemistry.
Four POV
I get to school early. Well, early for me, and just wander the halls. I'm turning the corner and someone runs into me. I'm about to get really angry, but then I see it's Tori's niece. Tris, I think.
"Are you okay?" I ask her and she just nods.
"You're Tris, right? Tori's niece?" She nods. Boy, she isn't much of a talker. I ask if I can see her schedule, and we have multiple classes together. And one of them is first period. I offer to walk with her there, and she doesn't say no.
As we walk, it's silent. But not the bad kind of silent. It actually feels right, something I never felt with Lauren, my girlfriend. While we walk, I look at her and I notice that she has natural beauty. He blonde hair falls in waves around her face. Her eyes are a gray-ish blue, and just gorgeous. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup, but she doesn't really need to. I look at her jacket and then my eyes go to her tank top. I notice she has an, 'x' carved into her chest. I wonder what happened.
After first period, Tris bolts out of the classroom. I see her multiple times before lunch, and she seems to be adjusting. I hope she knows that this isn't like her old school, whatever happened there.
After gym, Lauren manages to find me, despite my best efforts to avoid her. She grabs me by the shirt and starts making out with me. I don't think she realizes I'm not kissing her back. We walk into the cafeteria, still doing this. I see Christina whisper something to Tris and in her eyes, she looks slightly depressed.
After school, I get home to my dad yelling at me. Then he takes of his belt and hits me three times, one for every question he asks. "Where were you?", "Why are you home so late?" And "Were you with a girl?" I wince as he hits me. When he's done, I take a cold shower to numb the pain, and go to my bed. I fall asleep with the image of Tris in my mind.