Author's Note

Hi everybody!

I wanted to send a special "thank you," to those who reviewed my first chapter. It made me really happy!

So, here is Chapter Two, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the "Divergent" books. Veronica Roth does.

Jumping Through the Stars

Chapter Two

As Lynn and I walked through the large doors of our gigantic new school, we were ambushed by our squad.

"Trissy!" Uriah yelled and ran up to me, engulfing me in an extremely tight embrace.

"Uriah… I can't… breathe. Get off… me," I managed to get out. He loosened his embrace, but refused to let go. After a few moments, I said, "Uriah…"

"Yes, Trissy?"

"Have you had enough hug yet?"

"Nope!" He held on for a while longer. Then a bell sounded, signaling that class would begin soon.

"Uriah! Get off! I have to get my stuff!" I kicked him in the chin; he screamed and released me, grasping his leg. I rolled my eyes.

"Bye, Drama King. I will see you later."

"Bye, Trissy!" I quickly headed into the main office that was near the school's main entrance. I hurried to the front desk.

"Hello!" The lady exclaimed. I glanced at her name tag.

"Um, hi, Mrs. Reyes, I am here for my schedule please," I said.

"Oh, okay! Let me grab that for you. Name?"

"Tris Prior, or Beatrice Prior, I mean," I responded, correcting myself.

"Okay." Mrs. Reyes searched through a filing cabinet, and then turned her attention back to me. She handed me a paper that consisted of my name, schedule, locker number and my locker combination. "Here you go! Have a great day!"

"Thanks. You too," I said and walked out of the office. I looked at the paper Mrs. Reyes handed me. My locker is number 4646.

I headed down the hallways in the Freshman Wing of C.H.S. I looked at the numbers on the lockers until I reached mine. I checked the paper for the combination: 4-6-10. I spun the dial on my locker and entered my combination. I tried pulling the locker open, but it wouldn't budge.

I re-entered the combination a few more times, still unable to open it. I eventually huffed and then glanced around the hallway. I saw Marlene right across the hall.

"Marlene!" She turned, quickly grabbed a few things out of her locker, closed it and walked over to me. "Hi!"

"Hey. What's up?" She asked me.

"I can't get my locker open. It is misbehaving." She laughed, and asked for my combination. "4-6-10."

"Okay." She entered the combination and opened my locker easily, all within a matter of seconds. I just stared at her. She shrugged and walked away, smiling. I turned back to my locker, and then checked my schedule.

First Period: Social Studies – Mrs. Green

Second Period: Band – Miss Wu

Third Period: Spanish – Mrs. Kaleski

Fourth Period: Science – Mrs. Matthews

Fifth Period: English – Mrs. Reyes

Sixth Period: Lunch

Seventh Period: XL Math – Mrs. Matthews

Eighth Period: Study Hall – Mr. Wu

Ninth Period: Art – Miss Wu

For Social Studies, I need my Take Home Folder, a notebook and a folder. I grabbed those supplied out of my locker and headed towards Mrs. Green's room. When I arrived after weaving my way through the crowded halls, I spotted Uriah in the back of the room, sitting down. He looked so quiet sitting there by himself, but I know he is not very quiet.

I was proven correct when Uriah glanced toward the door and saw me. "Trissy!" He yelled. I smiled; Uriah ran over to me and grabbed my hand. "I missed you so, so, so much!" I laughed.

"I missed you, too, Uri!" He smiled, and dragged me over to where he had been sitting. He stopped at the desk beside his and pointed at it. I sat down, placing my notebook and folders on the desk. Uriah sat, too. I went to pull out a pencil, but realized I had forgotten one. I stood up. "I'll be right back," I said to Uriah, who was giving me a confused look. "I forgot a pencil." He nodded and I set off toward my locker.

When I reached the doorway, Uriah called my name. I stopped and turned, so I was facing him. "Can you bring me a pencil, too?" I rolled my eyes, but smiled, and nodded at Uriah. He smiled, and I stepped out the door, walking to my locker. The hallways were less crowded now. Once I reached my locker, I saw boys at the lockers next to mine. I sighed; I had hoped Shauna, Lynn or Christina would be at one of those lockers, but it is no big deal. Now, I can meet two new people. Hopefully, they're nice. I stepped up to my locker and entered my combination, hoping my locker would 'behave' this time. It did. I swung open the door, and grabbed two pencils.

I turned to the boy on my right. He had short, black hair and dark green eyes. "Hi," I said. "I'm Tris." I stuck my hand out for a handshake. He turned and faced me.

"I'm Peter." We shook hands. "You're a freshman, right?"

"Yes," I responded. "Are you?" He nodded and turned back to his locker. I shut my locker door and turned back towards Peter.

"Bye, Tris," He said.

"See you later," I responded. He nodded, shut his locker and walked away.

I turned to introduce myself to the other boy, but instead of meeting him, my nose met his locker door, hard. I yelped and my hand flew up to my nose, dropping my pencils. The boy turned.

"Oh my Gosh, are you okay?" He asked. I took my hand away from my nose and saw it covered in red.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I snapped. I shut my eyes and pinched my nose, trying to stop the bleeding. My nose was already numb. I heard a slam and felt two hands on my shoulders, directing me to walk. I opened my eyes and turned my head, to see the boy whose locker door I'd hit. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounding funny because I was pinching my nose.

"I'm taking you to the nurse," The locker boy replied. I shook from his grasp.

"I can go by myself."

"I know you could, but I should bring you." I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to argue. I marched down the hall, the boy next to me. Feeling was beginning to make its way back into my nose, and I was in pain. I groaned, and out of my peripheral vision, I saw Locker Boy look at me with concern and guilt. I just kept walking down the hall, and then stopped abruptly.

"Where is the nurse's office?" I asked. The boy shrugged.

"Now that I think about it, I don't know," He said. I groaned.

"Thanks for the help, Locker Boy," I said sarcastically.

"Locker Boy?" He smirked.

"Sorry. Yes, it just slipped." He shook his head.

"No. It's fine. Sorry for hitting you with my locker door." Locker Boy paused. "Now I need a name for you." He was silent a moment, thinking. Then he suddenly exclaimed, "Broken Face Girl!" I glared at him. "No? Okay." He kept thinking.

"Where is the nurse's office?" I groaned. The boy shrugged, and looked around. His eyes landed on the wooden classroom door a few feet away from us. He started toward it, and I watched as he knocked, opened the door, and stepped inside. I heard Locker Boy ask where the nurse's office was. Then, I just heard voices, unable to make out the words, because the door had fallen shut. A moment later, Locker Boy emerged from the classroom.

"Okay, so, we go down this hall, and then take a right. The nurse's office is the fourth door down on the left side." I nodded, still clutching my nose in pain. I moaned. Locker Boy looked over at me.

"It looks like you need to be distracted. So… what's your real name?" Locker Boy asked me.

"Tris."

"I'm Four." I glanced at him in confusion. He continued, "I play baseball, and in one game, I got four homeruns." I stared at him, stunned. He smiled.

By then, we'd reached the nurse's office. Four walked me in.

"Well, thanks for walking me, Locker Boy," I said. "Do you mind me calling you that?" I asked.

"Go ahead. I don't mind. I need a name for you." I smiled and Locker Boy smiled.

Then Nurse Hannah came rushing over to me. She saw my nose and gasped, then stumbled away. She came back with a box of tissues. She handed them to me. "Here you go, honey."

"Thank you," I said.

After a few minutes of looking and poking at my nose, Nurse Hannah told me it was broken. She left the room to get supplies to set my nose correctly.

"I got it!" Four exclaimed. "Your name can be Miss Nosy!" I rolled my eyes and smiled.

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After Nurse Hannah set my nose, she had me lay down for a little while. Locker Boy kept me company. It was almost Fifth Period, so Locker Boy and I headed back to our assigned classes.

Now, it's Sixth Period, lunch. I saw Locker Boy at his locker and walked up to him.

"Hi, Locker Boy! Do you have seating plans for lunch?" I asked.

"No, I don't, Miss Nosy," Four responded. I don't fully understand how I got that name. I hit my nose, but I'm not usually too nosy. I like the name, though.

"Well, you do now," I said, smiling.

"Alright, let's go!" We walked to the cafeteria together. "So, how's your nose feeling?"

"A bit under-the-weather; I'm sure she'll be fine, though." I smiled and Locker Boy laughed. We went through the lunch line. I got chicken tenders, honey mustard, an orange, a cookie, and chocolate milk. Four got the same thing, but with an apple, too. We both paid $2.00 and headed toward my table. When we arrived, we were the last ones there. I'd already explained about my nose to everyone between Fifth Period and now.

"Hey, Tris! Hey, Four!" Zeke said, stuffing a bite of chicken into his mouth.

"You two know each other already?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're neighbors," Zeke said. I turned to Four.

"So, you already know Uriah, too, right?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay. Well, this is Lynn, Christina, Shauna, and Marlene." I pointed to each girl as I said her name. Then I pointed to Will. "He's Will."

Everyone said a sort of 'hello' and Locker Boy greeted them back.

We talked about a bunch of different topics. We'd been talking about the boys trying out for the baseball team together.

"Uriah, you'd probably find a way to hit the ball behind you when you were up to bat," Lynn said, and we all laughed.

"I've already done that before," Uriah responded.

"I have, too," I said. "I was playing baseball with my cousins and I swung the bat forward too soon. When I brought the bat backwards to swing again for the next pitch, I hit the ball and it flew behind me." We all laughed.

"So, do you play any sports, Tris?" Four asked.

"Yes, I'm a horseback rider," I said proudly.

"You are?" Locker Boy said. I nodded. "I'd like to see you ride sometime."

"Okay. How about after school? You can come over and watch me exercise my horse, Armor. He's a brown and white paint horse. I love him so much!"

"Sounds good; I'll be there at 4:00," Four said. We put our contacts in each other's phones and I texted him my address, all while smiling.

Author's Note

I hope you liked it!

~MoMaster