I stroll back to my room and find Christina unpacking my stuff into the cupboard.
"So", she says playfully with a smirk on her face, "who was dreamy eyes?"
"Mhm… wait…what?"
Chris giggles, "Omg you so have a crush on him."
"What? No I don't! I don't even know him, or know his name." That was a lie, those eyes, his arms around her, they made her feel safe. And she heard him answer to 'Four', but that had to be a nickname.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed, we have to be in the main building at 8, so get some sleep Tris."
Christina was already turning into 'concerned motherly mode'. She was a strange one, she could be 'excitable best friend' or 'concerned best friend'.
"See ya tomorrow."
When I lie in bed, I can't get him out of my head. Those piercing blue eyes, and the strong arms. I find myself falling into a dreamless sleep.
"Tris get up, we've got to be there in half an hour!"
"Nooo!"
"If you don't get up Tris, I will smash your violin into the wall."
"Not my baby!" I sit up quickly causing me to pull a muscle in my neck. I rub it and jump out.
"I've already picked out your clothes, I'll meet you in Starbucks outside, I'll get you a coffee ok?"
"Yeah, whatever," I mumble, and sidle over to see what Chris picked out for me, I don't mind because she has good fashion sense.
I put on the white skater dress with sunflowers on which goes just above my knees, and the skirt flows out nicely, and pop on a jean jacket with brown ankle boots. I tie half of my hair up, leaving my blonde hair in waves below and put on a bit of mascara and eyeliner. I grab my violin and jog down to the Starbucks outside. Chris is leaning against the window, with her tote bag which has her music books in, holding two coffees, talking to a guy. He has blonde hair, and green celery eyes.
"Finally you're here! I got you a Latte. By the way this is Will." I can tell Chris already likes him because she looks down at her feet and blushes a bit.
"Hi Will, I'm Tris."
"What do you play?" He asks me.
I shuffle over so he can see my violin, "Only the best instrument!" He chuckles and says
"I think you will find the cello is the best."
"I guess you play that then."
"Yeah, I'm so stoked for getting our schedules, I want to find out who's my teacher."
I laugh, I think he'll be a good friend. "Come on guys!" Christina tugs our hands and drags us to the main hall. A man stands on the stage and his voice booms across the hall. "Students! Welcome to Juilliard School, I am Max the Director of Music. Here we expect you to be dedicated, breathe, sleep, and think music. You have done well to get in here, but only the best will succeed through to the end. We will be watching for those we think are at the top of this league, and this league is the highest. Please come forward to collect your schedule, and you will be starting classes after lunch. This year will be tough, and I'm sure some tears will flow, but if this is your passion, then nothing should come between it. I wish you all the best, and have a good year." He seems scary, but he smiled warmly at us at the end. Chris is grinning widely and I see she has grabbed onto Will's hand. I look at Will, and he smiles warmly at me. "I'm going to get my schedule, I'll see you guys at lunch." Chris looks at me and then down at her hand and yanks it away from Will. She stares at Will and stutters, "I'm sorry… I-I didn't know ermm…"
I chuckle and look behind to see Will picked up Christina's hand and is whispering in her ear, with her giggling. I finally get up to a table, and someone asks my name. I look up to see blue eyes there. He looks at me, eyes twinkling but something at the back of them is pain, I can see it.
"Ahh grey eyes, we meet again. This time though, you're not throwing yourself at me." He chuckles and I look dumbfounded.
"I did not throw myself at you! And grey eyes?"
"Yeah, I thought it would be your new nickname."
"I'm Tris Prior, so can I have my schedule now please?" That comes out more annoyed than I intended it to.
He puts his hands up in mock surrender, his muscles bulging slightly, with an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Here you go," he hands my schedule to me and then gets up from the table. "My shift is done here, so I'm going, do you want to grab a snack with me?" I look behind at the queue of people waiting to get their own timetable.
"What about them?" I ask nudging my head to the people.
"Nahh, Zeke is taking over." With that, I presume Zeke, bounds over and fist bumps Four. "Four my man, remember rehearsal after lunch yeah?"
"Yeah, cool, see you later." Four grins at him.
"So why is your name a number?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me.
"Well, it's not, it's a nickname but everyone calls me Four because in my first year, I got four Broadway lead roles but I couldn't accept any because my finals were in the week of opening night." I seem shocked, but I don't know why him being an actor comes as a shock, he doesn't seem like a musician.
"Ahh so you're an actor, then why were you here?"
"Second years at the Drama department of Juilliard get signed jobs to give schedules to the music department. It's weird, drama does music, music does dance, and dance does drama."
"Oh… Why don't the second years just do their own department?"
"I don't know, something about broadening our creative minds." He smiles, and wiggles his hands above his head. His smile is so infectious, I find myself smiling too.
We've walked all the way to the cafeteria and we sit down.
"I'm going to get some cake Trissy, want some?"
I glare at him, "Trissy?"
"Well I thought you didn't like grey eyes soo?"
"Let's just stick with Tris, and yes pleaseeee!" He jogs off and I start to think to myself, why am I so comfortable around this guy? I barely know him…