Chapter 2: Making Friends, Playing Tricks

Who is this girl with the pale blue eyes?

Lauren clears her throat, "Ahem. Day-dreaming about someone, are we?"

I shake my head at her and get back to work. While moving papers around on my desk, my fingers come across a smooth surface. It's a picture of my foster family and I. Zeke and I are beating on Uriah and their parents are laughing behind us. It was one of the few happy days from my childhood.

Most nights, I woke up screaming or crying from the haunting memory of that night…

I am woken by the sound of my mother's cry for help once again. This happens quite often and I usually stay in my room, but I tonight I am brave. I tiptoe to the corner that leads to my parents' bedroom. I peek around it with my little tired eyes. The door is open and I see my drunken father holding my mother by her neck. He lifts her a few feet off the ground. Her eyes flicker to me for a second.

"Run Tobias," is all she says before I hear the sound of a gunshot and see my mother's body slump to the cold ground. Marcus' head snaps towards me with pleading cold eyes but I am already running to my neighbor's house. Running to my best friend's house.

And now I know her. She's Trissy; my best friend until she was seven and I was nine. I never saw her after that, though she probably saw me. All over the news. It's a big deal when the town's mayor murders his wife leaving his only child without a suitable parent. He got locked up and that's when I moved in with Zeke and his family.

A quiet but steady voice interrupts my thoughts, "Four?"

I turn to see Tris and I smile at her. "Yes Detective Prior?"

She blushes and the color adds more life to her face. "I guess I'll have to get used to hearing that but please call me Tris. Um Detective Samuels told me to report to you when my paperwork was done."

"Well Tris, it's time for your official tour of the Dauntless sector of CPD." I hold my arm out for her to take it. "Call me Tour guide Four."

Again she blushes but takes my arm. I would never be so forward, so open with anyone else, but this is Tris. This is her. There is some kind of poetic justice in how things turn out. And she doesn't even know my name.

"We will be starting here at the office of our Director, Max. Just call him Sir and we'll be smooth sailing from there." Max waves us in.

He is talking on the phone but hangs up on whoever it was when we enter his office. He meets us at the door shaking Tris' hand. "You must be Detective Prior. I was so excited when I heard you would be joining the force here."

She nods and says, "Thank you, Sir."

""I'm looking forward to seeing if what they say about you is as true as I think. Are you really as great as they say Prior?"

"I hope so, Sir." Her answers are short and to the point. I inwardly smile.

"Well, thanks for stopping by. I have to call my mother back. I hung up on her and she will not be pleased. Good seeing you too, Four."

I chuckle quietly at his comment and place my hand in the small of Tris' back to push her out the door.

"Where to next, Tour Guide?" she inquires.

"Well we have more offices, locker rooms, bathrooms, holding cells, interrogation rooms, interview rooms, the infirmary, the prisoner sector, the gun range." Her eyes light up at that so I stop listing everything. "I take it you want to shoot things."

"Can we?" she pleads.

I shake my head at her childish look and smile. "Follow me to the weaponry room Detective." I lead her down hallways and staircases and finally we arrive. I exhale because I have to admit that this is my favorite room next to the gym. "Ladies first," I say revealing the stockpile of guns we have. She points to the one held in compartment 323 and I unlock it for her handing her 12 bullets. I find the gun I want and follow her to the shooting stalls. I have already set up to targets and I hand her a pair of pink headphones.

She rolls her eyes at me.

"What? Pink's not your color?" I switch them with the black pair I planned on wearing. I put on the pink pair and she laughs. It's such a marvelous sound. Not highpitched and girlie but it suits her.

"Best out of 10? Loser buys lunch." I say.

"How do I know you aren't scamming me for a free meal? You are some sort of prodigy aren't you, Four?"

"Okay. How about winner buys lunch then?" I ask and that gets me a punch in the arm. It stings too.

"How do you know I can't beat you? I'm supposedly a prodigy myself." She says proudly but in a tone that lets me know she's joking.

"I guess we'll see then, won't we?" I challenge.

She aligns herself and the gun and aims. Her first shot in the center. She rolls her head to the side and looks up at me.

"Don't get cocky now." I shoot all ten shots repeatedly, all of them going through the same hole.

She finishes getting all but one of them and it's only a hair off the center. "So I guess you're buying me lunch then?"

"Oh so we've decided that the winner is buying, now that you've lost?"

"I mean you get to have lunch with this," she says gesturing to herself," So really it's a win-win situation for you either way."

I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?" she is unlike any other girl I know. She isn't throwing herself at me, she's just being herself and I love that. I wonder if she remembers me. She was seven the last time she saw you so probably not.

"Follow," she turns and snaps above her head.

And I do. I would follow her anywhere.

She walks in the cafeteria humming a song that sounds vaguely familiar.

I ask from behind her, "Hey Tris, what song is that?"

"All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera. It's my favorite musical. I used to have this little music box that played it." She smiles thoughtfully as if she is remembering something.

I recall the music box. I believe we used to dance to it in her living room.

"Chris!" I hear Tris call and I feel a twinge of jealousy run through me. "You met Christina this morning. Remember, Four?"

I nod. Oh. Christina. A girl.

"Is it okay if she joins us for lunch?" she asks and I couldn't say no to those eyes.

I shrug.

"Cool." Christina says kind of awkwardly. "Well, I already have my food so I guess I'll just wait here then…"

We walk to the lunch line and we stand and wait. I lean against the counter behind me and I take in her beauty. She isn't exceedingly gorgeous but her features are simple. Like her. I like her.

"So, Four, what do you do for fun around here?"

"Well, you see I'm kind of a prankster, but all of my tricks are anonymous so keep it down okay." I whisper feeling like I'm on fire as I lean close to her.

"Oh really?" she asks intrigued.

"Really." I reply.

"Well then show me. Prank someone right now without them ever knowing it was you."

"You sure ask a lot of me, Prior. Save my spot, rookie."

I walk over to where Zeke always sits. I haven't seen him since this morning but I know he'll come. I have an ice cube from the freezer in the kitchen. I slide it around on his chair until it is completely wet, but the water is invisible unless you're looking for it. I see Zeke coming from my peripherals and I make my escape before I'm seen.

"Well aren't you stealthy," Tris remarks as I slide back in the line.

I tap her shoulder and point. "Now watch."

Okay so I decided to upload chapter 2 today because I am bored, so enjoy. Please leave reviews; they do really help me. Fourtris is coming on fast so brace yourself. Sometimes they are out of character because it is and alternate universe so that's how it's going to go.

I have a Theo James obsession and I don't want it to stop. He's British He sings. He's hot. He's hilarious. He acts. Have you seen his muscles? Or his eyes for that matter? I'm literally so excited for the Divergent movie. The feels are real.

I don't own Divergent FYI.

Until next time...