A/U: Thank you guys so much for the lovely reviews! I almost cried, seriously. And yes this is rated M for future actions and language. (I have such a potty mouth that I really need to get rid off but whatever) Its been a while but I've just been trying to see exactly where I'm going to take this story. I'm doing this all on my own. And my computer is an asshole which won't let my write longer chapters. And thank you for saying my unicorn is badass! She is half robot too! Anyways enough of me bc you don't wanna hear my life story, so on to the real story!

(Tris POV)

I wave to everyone and I notice a pair of dark blue eyes staring at me. Then I analysis the whole face and and notice how extremely gorgeous this guy is. Four, that's his name. I wonder why he chose that nickname? "Hi everyone. Huh, nice nickname Four how did you come up with that?" I ask just letting the words fly out of my mouth. WTF Tris!? Shut up! He probably thinks your a total creep now...wait he is smiling at me, oh my donuts his smile just melted my insides. Am I crushing on him? I just met him I cant be-

"Well I play football and basketball and its the number on my jersey's. They just gave it too me. Funny how its my lucky number and also its on my parking spot. But some guy decided to park his camaro there." he says. Then I realize at that moment that he is talking about my car, MY car. "Oh really?" I say playfully " Well that guy you're talking about is me. Sorry I didn't know that was your parking spot. I just thought they forgot to number the rest of the blocks." I say apologetic but witty. He looks at me with wide eyes and his jaw practicly touches hell. "That's your car out there?! That is a really nice ride. One thing you'll learn in Houston is that if your car is appreciated, then you are respected highly. No joke." he says with admiration. Ooooooooh shit! I have just earned car respect. Hell yeah points for Tris. A huge smile spreads from ear to ear across my face. "Thank you I appreciate that. I sure hope its good enough all the summer's me and my dad worked to fix my baby up." I say knowing he will be surprised that I fixed my own car. Of course I was right because he looks like I just took his breath away. His eyes light up with a whole new expression that literally catches me off guard. Is that want in his eyes? No that can't be right I just met him and he doesn't want me when there are actual pretty girls here. I don't know how long we have been like this but the sound of Zeke clearing his throat scares the ever living fuck out of me. "Well I guess you guys found something in common already." he says with a knowing look. "Uh huh. I was just thinking the same thing." Christina says with that "i-know-you-like-each-other" smile looking back and forth between us. GOsh this is embarrassing, I really hope I don't look like a giant tomato right now. Saved by the bell, thank God, we head to 1st period and Christina escorts me to my class. She sits on my right side and on my left side sits...oh fuck Four. If he is in all my classes today I swear I wont be able to keep up my 4.6 GPA (yes I'm a smart ass so what! Erudite wasn't one of my factions for nothing). "Hey Tris." "Yeah Christina?" "If you haven't noticed, every faction has there own set of special classes to take. Soooo you will be seeing me and gang more often." She says while wiggling her eyebrows. Dammit is she reading my thoughts?

Turns out the only classes I don't have with Christina is 4th period Math and 6th period Chemistry. But in all 8 classes, Four is right there with me. Is this faith? Even better, he didn't distract me from my learning because he was my partner in almost every class (especially 4th and 6th period). He is pretty good at being lab partner so I'm glad I don't have to do all the work like the last times. The day is over with and its been very productive. I've always tolerated school, I never realize that I would enjoy it so much. Even more so that all Dauntless 7th and 8th periods are strickly gym/self-defense class. I am not as good as everyone else and I keep getting my ass kicked by Lauren. I swear i think that bitch has it out for me or something. But the good thing about it is that the Dauntless prodigy is helping me and training me personally (If you're wondering its Four of course). I really want to become one of the best so I can a) finally kick Lauren's ass and knock off that cakey mask she calls makeup, and b) won't be left helpless because I am petite and small framed.

I am talking with the gang after school by mine and Four's car while they admire my car and start making plans for after school. "Hey you guys should come over to my place today. My mom left the house to myself saying I should invite some friends over. She text me in Chem saying she wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon because she is visiting my dad in Dallas." I say. Everyone agrees that it will be a good idea, and that's when this bitch shows up. (only reason I don't like her is because she doesn't like me, snoody hoe).

"Heeeeey Four!" she says all seductive. So that's why she doesn't like me. All because Four is my partner in almost everything (and I happen to have a thing for him). The thought occurs to me that maybe she is Four's girlfriend. Shit of course he is taken he is too damn good-looking to not be...but why does he look annoyed?

"Hi Lauren." Four deadpanned. "So Four baby? What are we doing tonight? I was thinking about going back to my place and-" she says all on him and running her finger up and down his chest but gets interupted by Four.

"Well WE were going to Tris's house. I don't know or care what you're doing but that's where I'm heading." he says highly annoyed

"Fourrrrr. Why don't you come and have some real fun with me-"

"Lauren. Do you not get it? For the 3,654th time, I am not interested in you and I will never be interested in you. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? And get the hell off me, stop touching me." he says through his teeth, clearly pissed off now. I try so hard to suppress my shock and laughter that he used a line from Rush Hour. Then the girl says something that really makes me want to punch her in her fucking cervix. "Well you know what they say, never say never."

I don't know what made me do it but my mind took control over my mouth. "Ugh. Bitch he doesn't like you, hell I don't think anyone likes you, so get your slutty ass on somewhere!" I don't know what possessed me to say it but I was too pissed off at her constant thirsty ass attitude. "What the fuck did you just say to me you ugly shit? " she spits at me, literally. "Oh hell no. First off hun, you need a damn mint or something because your breath smells like dirty socks, ass, and your punany. Second, I really don't need your stank ass whore fluids flying at my face, control that shit. third, did I fucking stutter or are you as dumb as rocks, which would be an insult to the rocks. And fourth, last time I checked, I don't have to wear the entire industry of cheap makeup on my face just to look fairly decent." I laugh in her face. She is highly pissed off now and starts to lunge at me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bad fucking idea to piss her off. That's when she goes flying to the ground and I look around to see who did it. Four has his arm stuck out like he blocked her, I guess she ran into his arm. He bends over her and snarles "Try that again, and the next thing you'll be swallowing is concrete." he says bitterly. I stand there utterly shocked while I watch her trip over her feet trying to stand up. "You just made my hit list little bitch!" she screams at me and stomps away. I shake my head at this airhead and changed the subject. "So on that note, who is riding with who?" I ask like that scene didn't just happen.

Another A/U: Thank you guys for reading and liking the story and the new followers I got! Again I am doing this all by myself so updates won't be as on point as I would like them to be. I try my best to give you guys an awesome story and please give feedback on if y'all get confused or something. I have visions in my head of what I want it to look like and it might not perceive the same as y'alls perspective.

And for those who are wondering, yes I am from Houston, Texas, born and raised. So I do say "y'all" alot and I will be putting in some Houston slang to give it that home-y feel ya know? It is extremely true about the cars in Houston too. If your whip not clean, then you ain't bout it. If yo whip is swanging, you get respected. (Ugly car = No. Awesome car = Yes.)

*Now off I go on my badass unicorn that plays chopped and screwed music and Beyonce. Did I mention my unicorn is the shit? Because my unicorn is the fucking shit!*