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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DIVERGENT! (SADLY)

Tris P.O.V

I trudge out of the dark bathroom and tug on the hem of my black shirt. It's just a plain, black, dauntless shirt, but It's tight.

I spot Uriah and his brother, Zeke, walking down the hall, side- by -side.

"Hey!" I shout, and I get their attention.

"Yes, Tris," Zeke says with a huge grin on his brown face.

"Why'd you give me such tight clothing?" I ask as he hands me some black shoes that look a little loose.

"I got you the smallest size and…" Uriah says and by the look on his face, he totally regrets it.

"So you're calling me small?" I ask and slip off my gray shoes and throw on the others.

"No, I…uh…didn't mean to…uh…" he studders.

"It's cool… I'm used to being called small. No biggie." I frown.

"Good job, Uri. You surly can talk to a girl." Zeke jokes, and I giggle like a little girl.

"So, are you two dauntless born?" I ask as we walk further down the hall together.

"No, transfers." Zeke states and I nod my head.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we swerve a corner.

"We're starting school… remember." Zeke says and the population in every hall increases as we take every turn.

"I need to go get a schedule or something from Max, the principal." I tell them.

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"OMG, we all have the same classes!" Uriah squels!

"Well, I hope that's good thing…" I frown.

Zeke and Uri laugh.

"HEY GUYS!" We hear an ear- splitting noise and spin around.

A chocolate girl with short, length hair to her shoulders jumps on Uriah and they hug.

"Hey, Christina." Zeke looks happy to see her.

"Christina, I just met you this morning and you're already jumping on me!" Uriah complains.

"Aw, shut it, Uri." She smiles and gets off of him and her eyes spot me. "Who's this?"

"Oh… Christina, this is Tris. Tris this is Christina." Uriah's brother introduces us.

I shake her warm hand.

"Well, at least I have someone to go shopping with later," Christiana giggles.

"What?! No, no, no!" I yell and they just laugh.

A bell rings and people start to bustle around in the halls.

"We better run," Christina says as she eyes the running crowd coming up the hall we are on.

Without second thought we make a break for it.

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I stare at the board as my calculus teacher writes problems on the board, but It looks like those complicated math problems were made from a fucking child.

I don't do the math problems, I just stare out the window. I look out to the city and frown at the huge fence.

I wonder what's out there, but mostly I wonder what my parents are doing. But I don't miss them… I miss Caleb.

The bell for the next class rings and we file out of the classroom.

I wonder for my locker, because I do have to squeeze my backpack into there for gym.

I look for locker number 1393, but I can't find it. I'm standing in front of the locker 1374, so I take a left and follow the locker's numbers that lead up to 1393.

I stop and sigh.

Seniors are leaning on my locker and just talking.

I take a deep breath, and walk over to the seniors.

"Excuse me, but you're standing in front of my locker," I say.

"And…" A boy with a lot of piercings on his face says.

"And I have to get to gym, so if you don't mind…" I finish his sentence.

"Well, we are having a conversation here little girl, so move along," another senior says and they continue talking.

"I am not a little girl!" I shout.

"Your size says otherwise," He says and shoos me with his hand.

I feel anger rise in my cheeks, and I jump onto the back of the guy with a lot of piercings on his face.

"Get away from my locker!" I yell.

"Get her off!" He shouts to the other boys.

"Eric, calm down," says one of the guys in a calm voice.

"I can't! There's a little girl on my back!" Eric yells.

Two strong arms wrap around my waist and they pull me off.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I yell constantly as I try to claw at Eric's face.

"Bitch!" He shouts as he touches a pale finger to his bloody nose. He's about to punch me when a hand covers my face.

"What the hell are you doing, Four?!" Eric questions as he pulls back his fist.

"It's just that you can't lay hands on a woman. Have some respect, will ya." Four, I'm guessing, says in an intimidating voice.

He helps me up, and I mutter a thanks.

"Don't worry, little girl, I'll get you back," Eric snorts as he walks away with the rest of the seniors.

I ignore his rude comment and return to my locker.

I pull out the sheet of paper with my locker number on it, and try to open it.

I keep going over too much to the left or too much to the freaking right!

Four laughs beside me.

"Your first year here?" he asks as he yanks my paper from my hand and works on my locker.

"Yeah… back in Abnegation we didn't have lockers to put our stuff in, because they thought it would be too fucking selfish to put our own gym stuff in some place 'safe'." I almost yell.

"Oooooo… a Stiff," Four smirks.

"Don't call me that," I snap.

"God, sorry," he opens my locker.

I stare at him like he's an alien from space. "How'd you do that?"

"Magic…" he makes jazz hands.

I frown and stuff my backpack into my empty locker.

"What's your name?" he questions as I pull out my red gym bag from my backpack then slam the locker.

"It's Tris," I say as I make my way to gym.

"Oh, cool," he smiles.

I make another turn and realize Four is still following me. I stop dead in my tracks, and Four almost trips over my heels.

"Why are you still following me?" I ask.

"Well, it's totally not because I have gym this class, too." He says sarcastically.

"Says the dude with the nickname, Four," I smile to myself as I see his face tighten.

"Uh, Tris, you are so complicated!" he says.

"What! How?" I ask a little confused.

"It doesn't matter…just tell me if you need any help around school, okay," Four says and I shrug.

"Okay."

He turns away and starts to walk towards the boys' locker room. I watch him.

"Wait, Four!" I shout after him.

He spins around. "Yeah."

"Do you think what Eric said is…well…do you think he'll really try to ruin me in some way?" I ask and swallow hard.

"Tris, don't listen to him… he's just going crazy today," Four smiles crookedly at me.

I nod. "Maybe after gym you can help me open my locker…"

"Yeah, would love to," he says in a girly voice.

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I duck as a red ball comes hurling towards my head.

"What's going on?!" I yell at Four, because the gym is filled with blood curling screams.

"It's dodge ball." He answers, and I stare at him still not understanding. "Someone from the other team throws a ball to an opponent, while the opponent tries to not get hit by the ball or you'll get out," Four says in a baby voice.

"Oh, okay. I get it," I giggle and Four shakes his head and yells.

"You're such a Stiff."

"Thanks!" I yell, harshly.

I spin around, and my hands firmly catch a yellow ball, and the force of it makes me step back a bit. If that hit me, it would've hurt. A blonde boy on the other team walks out of the 'Battle Area'.

I slam the ball on the ground, and it bounces high into the air.

I hold my arms out away from my sides like footballs players do when they get an interception, and say, "Take that, Four!"

He laughs and says, "You are something else, Tris."

Damn right, Four. I think. Damn right.

That was the end of chapter 2, and I hope you don't get mad at me. I had a lot of homework! I won't let it happen ever again! I didn't update until today, and my first chapter was freaking SATURDAY!

I FEEL SOOOOOO BAD! LOVE YOU GUYS THO!

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~Silverpupp