A/N- hey guys.

I'm really sorry that this fanfiction still doesn't have a cover. I have contacted about it and I will hopefully be hearing back from them soon. Until then, we just have to have the cover as a beautiful picture of the love of my life, Ed Sheeran.

Enjoy the chapter. There's an authors note at the end that is kinda really important.

Disclaimer- I own nothing

Tris' Point of View

"Tris!" I hear my name called by an annoyingly familiar voice. "Tris! You'll never guess what's happened!"

I turn to see my friend, Uriah, running down the hall to where I am at my locker. He looks slightly out of breath from running down the short hallway. He really needs to start working out. He most likely had the strength of a slug. "What do you want, Uri?" I ask, slamming my locker shut once I had grabbed all of my books that I need for my next class.

He starts walking alongside me to our next class that we luckily have together. "There's a new guy." He says excitedly. "He's a senior and apparently is really attractive."

"What about Will?" I raise an eyebrow.

"What about him?"

"He's your boyfriend, Uri. You shouldn't care about how attractive any other guys are."

"Hey, I can admire. I just can't have." He smirks.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. As long as it makes sense in your completely screwed up mind."

Uriah grins widely. "Don't worry. It does."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. I swear, sometimes when I'm talking to Uriah, I roll my eyes so much, I worry myself.

To my luck, we finally reached the geometry room. "Just go in the classroom and shut up, Uri."

He practically skips into the classroom, heading straight for the back of the room where we normally sit with my best friend, Christina, and Uriah's boyfriend, Will.

Christina and I have known each other practically since birth. Our fathers have been very good friends for years, so when they adopted us, we grew up together. Christina is more of my sister than my friend. I honestly don't know what my life would be without her.

I sit down in my usual seat in the corner next to the window and rest my feet up on the chair in front of my desk, which no one ever sits in. I pull my phone out of my pocket and notice that I have a text from Johnnie, who never seems to understand that I'm not supposed to be on my phone during class. I open the message and read it over quickly.

"Hey, Christina." I say to get her attention. She looks over at me, which lets me know to continue. "My dads want to know if you and your dads can come over tonight for dinner tonight."

She shrugs. "I don't see why not. I don't think we were planning on doing anything tonight. Why did Johnnie even ask anyways? We normally just show up whenever we feel like it."

"I dunno. He's been weird lately."

"Yeah. My dads have been too. They've-" she gets cut off by our teacher, Mr. Platzman, starting the lesson. Christina shoots me the 'I'll tell you later' look and starts paying attention.

Since I hate math and am always bored to death during this class, I do what I normally do and take our my notebook that I have to take notes in. I don't have many notes in it, though. Almost the entire notebook is just filled with random drawings, song lyrics, and some weird poetic quotes that I've written.

I start drawing and get lost in my thoughts, completely oblivious to everything that is going on in the class.

My mind keeps racing about fantasy worlds where I can finally find my prince and be happy without being judged, not being expected to have a princess. A world where I don't have to hide who I am and everyone be completely content with themselves. It's the place where people of all genders and races and sexualities and anything else can all live together in harmony. Everyone is supportive of each other and will do anything to keep everyone else happy. There's no unnecessary violence and no one that is trying to drag anyone else down. In that world, there's probably even a way to get instant pizza anytime you want it. It seems like the perfect world. I don't understand why this world can't be like that.

I get pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mr. Platzman say my name. I instantly look up from my drawing to see the most attractive man I've ever seen standing next to my teacher. He must be the new guy that Uriah was telling me about. I've never seen him around before.

He looks really tall and has these gorgeous, deep blue eyes that I could drown in. His hair is short and dark brown. I can also see the corners of a tattoo peeking up around his neck from beneath his black t shirt.

"You can go sit in that seat in front of Tris, Four. We're just working on proofs right now. You'll catch on after a few days." Mr. Platzman points over in my direction to guide 'Four' to where I am. Four. What type of name is that?

I move my feet down from the desk in front of me so Four can sit. He walks over and mumbles a quick 'hi' to me.

I say a 'hello' back to him and turn my notebook page away from my drawing and to the spot where my math notes left off, deciding to actually pay attention and take notes for the rest of the period.

As hard as I try, though, I can't fully concentrate on the lesson. My thoughts are occupied on questions about the boy sitting in front of me. Why is his name Four? I know for a fact that 'Four' is not a normal name for a person. He must've changed it for some reason, but why? What's his tattoo that's hiding under his shirt? Why was he so quiet when he said hi to me?

This mysterious stranger has some secrets that he is hiding from everyone else. And for whatever reason, I really want to find them out and help him.

A/N- I know this wasn't a great chapter. I'm sorry.

I've decided that it wasn't a good idea for me to start this story yet. So far, this year at school is already so stressful and I am so brain dead and I can't write no matter how hard I try.

This story is going on hiatus until further notice.

I did this once before with my story, The Only One, and after stress calmed down a bit, I finished writing it. I will finish writing this story in a few months when I can actually manage to write something that it's not absolute crap.

Lately, I've just had no inspiration for anything and even with schoolwork, I can hardly manage to do it because I can't think of anything to write.

I really hate the way school isn't allowing me to do something that I really enjoy doing.

I'm so sorry about this. You guys deserve so much more than me. I don't know why any of you have taken the time out of your day to notice and read my crappy fanfictions, but I am so thankful for it.

If anyone has any good ways to get rid of stress and or writers block or just to not be absolute crap at writing, my PM is always open.

I hope you guys understand. Thanks for reading. I love you guys.

-dauntlessquidditch