Tris POV:
After school, I find Uriah. "Hey Uriah, you okay?"
He grunts and nods.
"I heard you fainted once you got to the nurse's office."
"Who told you that?"
"Christina. Who else?"
"Oh." he blushes.
"So...are you still gonna do football tryouts."
"I dunno. You think coach Amar will still like me after P.E. today?"
"Oh, come on. That was your first attack your whole time at this high school, plus you make varsity last year."
He shakes his head, "JV."
"well, you did practice a bunch over the summer."
He nods, "See ya around Tris."
"Bye Uriah, and good luck tomorrow."
He nods.
Then Four comes up to me.
"Hey, uh, Tris. You need a ride home?"
"No thanks. Oh, wait. Caleb has chess club, so yeah."
"Wanna come with me?"
I shrug. "Again, why are you always standing up for me or staring at me?"
He mimics me, "Again, I like you so come on." He kisses my cheek. I blush redder than a tomato.
We walk to his car.
"So...do you have a girlfriend from your previous school?"
He shakes his head.
"Why not? You must like someone else."
He shrugs, "Never wanted one."
'So why do you like me?" I immediately regret saying that, so I turn my head away.
I feel his eyes staring at me. After a while, he responds, "I like that you're unique, not caring about your appearance too much, or giving a crap about what others see in you."
I blush, and turn around. I kiss him on the lips, knocking him off his balance, so I wrap my arms around him. And he kisses me back. Hard. He wraps his arms around me and we snog for about 3 minutes.
"I think I might like you too."
"You think?" his eyes are practically out on stalks.
"Well, I've only known you for a day."
"Do you even know where my house is?!" I shout over the acceleration of the motorcycle.
"Yeah!"
"How?!"
"You of all people should know! Your dad works for mine!"
I remember now. Four has been to my house for a dinner party. My dad works on the city council, for Four's dad, Marcus Eaton the mayor.
The vroom dies down, as Four pulls up to my house.
"Thanks."
"And Tris?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go to homecoming with me?" he blurts out.
'It's in a month, silly."
"Yeah, but I want to claim you before someone else does."
I shrug, "Sure."
He grins, "We are technically now a couple, you know."
"I know."
I get my bag and kiss his cheek.
"Bye Tris! Have fun with the algebra homework!"
"What algebra homework?"
"I'm just kidding."
"Bye Four."
He blows me a kiss and I wave goodbye.
"Who was that?"
"Hello to you too, Caleb."
"I'm serious. Who was that?"
"Shouldn't you be at chess club?"
"Actually, it got out early."
"Actually, even if it did get out early, you and your annoying friends still talk about school for a while afterwards."
"Beatrice! Stop fooling around and answer the question!"
"Fine. It was Four."
"Marcus Eaton's son? The new kid? Why was he bringing you home?"
"And why do you care?" I mimic him.
"I am just trying to protect you. Plus, I hear that he has tons of scars on his back from getting beat up."
"Why do you even listen to gossip like that? I know you're smarter than that Caleb."
"Ju..just be careful Beatrice!" He goes into hiss room and slams the door.
I roll my eyes and take out my phone, which says that I have 6 new messages. 5 messages are from Christina, and one is from Susan:
Tris, why were you kissing Four?
Christina, were you stalking me? I thought that you had swimming practice afterschool.
And why was he kissing you back?
Seriously?!
Why aren't you answering me?! It's been like 10 minutes!
Hello! I had to get home first!
By the way, what's the public speaking homework?
It's due in a week. Don't sweat it.
I really like Will. Any advice? He may like another girl, but I like him anyways. You seem to get on good with Four, so what's your strategy?
This is the first time you've come to me with any problems like that...
Hello, Beatrice. This is Susan. I'm terribly sorry if you do not recognize the number, but I can assure you that it's me. Do you have the notes for math? If so, can I borrow them?
First off, you know not to come to me with problems like that, either.
I roll my eyes, and start my English reading assignment.