A/N- so, finally another chapter.

I'm going to keep trying to write. When I actually can get started writing, I write 1700 word chapters like this. Hopefully I'll be able to start doing this more often.

mattsmithfangirl is my official proofreader and she's having me write this Hunger Games fic which I might start posting soon too #spon

i hope you enjoy this chapter even though it kinda sucks.

disclaimer- I own nothing

Tobias' Point of View:

The moment the alarm on my phone finally goes off, a feeling of relief mixed with fear takes over my body. I have been up all night, absolutely terrified of what's going to happen today. The best thing to stop my nerves is probably just going and doing it.

It's my first day in my new school. It's the middle of the year. Everyone is going to already know each other and have their group of friends. I'm going to be that weird outsider that no one likes. At least I'm a senior and I'm only going to have to deal with this for another few months until graduation. Anything is better than staying with Marcus though.

I pull myself out of bed and switch on the light, looking around my small bedroom, spotting my bad with the clothes I brought sitting in the corner. I go over to it and pull out a pair of black jeans and a black t shirt, walking into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

After my shower, I grab my phone and keys, and I rush out the door. I drive the short ten minute distance between my apartment and the school, wishing for the time to go by quicker. What's the point in wasting time if I'm just going to be panicking the entire time?

Once I reach the school, I get out of my car and walk to the entrance of the school. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I push the door open. To my luck, the man office is right next to the entrance where I just walked in.

As soon as I step into the officer I am met with a woman who has a warm smile in her face.

"Hello. How may I help you?" She asks kindly.

"Hi, umm, I'm new and I called the other day about attending here and they said to come here on the day I'm planning on starting to get-" the woman cuts my rambling off.

"It's okay. Calm down." She assures me. "I'm Tori. What's your name?"

"Four." I reply confidently.

I got the nickname 'Four' about a year ago when at my old school, everyone had to go through a simulation which made us go through all of our fears. I had the lowest number of fears, four, while everyone else had at least ten. I became known as the guy with only four fears, and the name Four just kinda stuck. I also don't really want people to know my actual name because it brings back way too many horrible memories of my father.

Tori types a few things into her computer and prints out a sheet of paper. "Okay, Four, this is your schedule. This school is fairly small, so you won't have to worry very much about getting lost. The 100's are downstairs and the 200's are upstairs."

I nod in understanding. "Thank you. Have a good day."

"You too." Tori responds. "Good luck."

I walk out of the office, glancing at my schedule. I've got geometry in room 125 with Mr. Platzman first. I walk to the nearest staircase and walk downstairs. The hall is already filled with people rushing to their classes.

After walking around for a few minutes, narrowly avoiding getting run over by everyone, I find room 125. By now, the hall is empty since everyone has already made it to their class.

I take the last bit of courage I have in me and I push the door open. The teacher looks at me and smiles. All of the adults seem so cheery and I don't understand why.

"Hi! You must be the new student, Four." He says happily.

I nod in reply, still too nervous to talk. I can feel the entire class' eyes on me. That defiantly isn't helping at all.

"Welcome to our school. I'm Mr. Platzman. Where are you from?"

"Umm, just a bit more towards the middle of Chicago." I reply.

"Why'd you move here? Parents?"

I nod. I know that he means that I had to move because my parents got a new job or something like that, but I'm technically not lying. I did have to move because of my father. Just not with him.

"Were you in geometry at your old school?" Mr. Platzman asks.

"Yeah." I reply quietly.

"Okay, great. You can go sit in that seat in front of Tris, Four. We're just working on proofs right now. You'll catch on. It's not too difficult." Mr. Platzman points in the direction of this beautiful girl who is sitting in the back of the room.

It's not difficult to him since he has all the answers.

I walk over to the desk and Tris moves her feet off the chair so I can sit down. "Hi." I mumble to her.

"Hello." She says back to me. I can feel her looking at me. She's probably judging me and the fact I have a tattoo that is partly visible on my neck. I should've worn something that covers more of my neck than this shirt.

I try to shake the thoughts out of my head and start paying attention to what Mr. Platzman is talking about. His words just seem to blur together in my mind. Math is just too boring and unimportant for me to be able to concentrate right now.

My thoughts are taken up by the fear of my father finding me, fear that everyone in this school is going to hate me, and strangely, I can't stop thinking about Tris. She's just so beautiful. She's got a smile that could light up a room in the dark. Her long, blonde hair is so gorgeous and her grey eyes have this perfect shine to them. She's stunning.

I sigh to myself and shake my head. I can't think about her that way. She's most likely not straight and she probably has a beautiful girlfriend who must be so much better than I am.

There's probably no one else here like me. There's probably no one else here who's straight and even if there was, why would anyone fall for me? I'm just Tobias. That kid who had to run away from his home because he couldn't handle the abuse his father put him through. I was too weak to succeed at standing up for myself.

I hear the class bell ringing. I glance at my schedule to see what I have second period. Physical education.

I mentally groan to myself. At my last school, I rarely could fully participate in the activities due to being in too much pain from the beating my father gave me the previous night. Gym became so boring, just sitting there, doing nothing. Maybe I'll actually be able to do something in this school. I enjoy exercising whenever I am able to do it. It's been a few days since I've been free from my father. Hopefully I'll be able to do things today.

I spot the gym teacher standing outside of an office by the locker rooms, which are right next to the gym. One of his arms is covered in many interesting tattoos. He's the first person besides myself that I've seen with a tattoo so far today. I walk over to the him and he greets me, already knowing who I am.

"Hello, Four. I'm Mr. Dawson." He introduces himself. "I'm just going to take attendance and then I'll tell you about what we are doing, okay?"

I nod and Mr. Dawson takes the attendance of the people who are there before they change into their gym clothes. I notice that Tris is in this class, along with one of the guys she was sitting with during geometry.

After the class attendance is taken, all of the students go to change and Mr. Dawson turns to me and explains the requirements of the course and other basic things for the class. By the time he is done, most of the class has finished getting changed.

"Go ahead into the gym!" Mr. Dawson calls out. We walk into the gym and the class splits in half and walks to opposite sides of the gym.

"We're working on our football unit right now." Mr. Dawson explains to me. "Tris! Peter! Come here." He calls.

Tris walks over from the far side of the gym, while the other guy, Peter, walks over from the closer side. He seems angry, and something is telling me that I should not get on his bad side.

"How many people do you have on your team?" Mr. Dawson asks them.

"Fifteen." Peter answers coldly.

"I've got fourteen." Tris says. This is the first time I've heard her voice and it is as beautiful as she is. Why does she seem to be so flawless?

"Great. Four, join Tris' team." Mr. Dawson orders.

I follow Tris over to our team.

"Guys!" Tris calls out, getting their attention. "This is Four. He's on our team now."

Everyone nods, not seeming to care much.

"Don't mind them. They don't really care at all. I don't like any of them either. As long as you care, we'll get along." Tris tells me.

"Okay." I reply. "I hope we win this."

We just finished the game and my team won, four to one. I made two of the touchdowns. Tris made the other two. She's small, but she is lethal when she gets competitive. She was right too. It seemed that we were the only people on the team who cared.

"Hey, Four." I hear a voice behind me. I turn around, seeing the beauty of Tris' face.

"Hi." I respond awkwardly.

"You know, you're not bad. I'm guessing that you don't have any friends here yet. Do you want to sit with my friends and I during lunch? I'm sure they won't mind." She offers.

How is this possible? Someone actually likes me?

"Yeah." I smile. "Sounds great."

Tris smiles also. "So, what class do you have next?"

A/N- Do guys have any preferences for days I try to update or the lengths of the chapters? Do you like longer or shorter chapters more? And would you prefer if this story is like my others and around 30-40 chapters or do you want it shorter or longer?

i hope you liked this chapter.

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