A/N
Okay I realise that in this chapter Tris sounds like she's bloody schizophrenic but I just wanted it to be like she is doubting herself.. etc.
First day of school. Yay?
My alarm goes off at exactly 6:30, but I linger in bed just to savour the moment. I get up after a minute or two and walk lazily to the mirror in the corner of my new room, my fingers combing through my hair. I look at my reflection and frown.
"Great. First day of school and I have the worst case of bed head."
I run into the bathroom to get ready and come out to change into my clothes. I then sit on my vanity and get to work on my hair, brushing through my knotty mane. I apply a light coat of make up, wanting to make a good impression today. I sling my black backpack over my shoulder and run down the stairs, only to see Caleb reading the newspaper.
"Fruit me up, Caleb." I say. It was a thing we have said to each other for a couple of years now. He throws an apple in my direction and I catch it with my right hand and immediately bite down into it.
"You can get into the car, i'll be right behind you." he seemed really engrossed in the article he was reading so I let him enjoy it for a while.
Five minutes later, he's in the car beside me dressed in blue. He rolls out of the drive way and goes through the slightly familiar road to school, though he still insists on the GPS because he doesn't want to get lost. We arrive ten minutes later. It's already packed with kids because there's only five minutes before school starts. Once he parks the car and agreed on our meeting point after his football practice (it was a shock for me that he actually knew how to play it) and after my cheerleading practice, we wish each other good luck and head to our separate buildings. I take out my schedule and see that I have AP French first. That wasn't so bad. I tried to navigate my way to my locker through the winding corridors with the map I was given a day earlier, but I find myself lost in a crowd of people. I stand to the side, hoping to make sense of all the room numbers. I start walking, looking down at my map when I bump into someone.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I say, looking up.
And then the eyes meet mine.
It's him. It's the guy from the café. He looks more attractive then he did before.
He's wearing black. Does that mean he's in Dauntless as well?
My heart starts beating ten times faster then it did just a minute before.
Tris! Snap out of this. He's just some guy at your school. Nothing more.
"No, don't worry. It was my fault. I should really look where I'm going."
I really hope that i'm not blushing, because my body goes numb and all I can see is him. I don't even know his name.
"I'm Four, by the way." he says as if reading my mind.
"Beatr- I mean Tris. My name is Tris."
"Tris. It's a lovely name."
Great. Now I'm definitely blushing.
"Umm, err thanks."
What the hell, Tris. Stop embarrassing yourself!
"I'm assuming you're new." he looks down at the map in my hands.
"You assume correctly." I say, trying to regain at least some of my dignity. I still can't take my eyes away. He looks me up and down and says.
"Welcome to Dauntless."
"Thanks." I smile. "I don't suppose you could help me find my locker, could you?"
"Sure." he looks down at the piece of paper. "Locker 59B. It's right next to mine. Follow me." he says with a slight smirk.
I trail behind him, pushing past people in order to keep up.
Four. It has to be a nickname, right?
I wonder what his real name is.
Does he have a girlfriend?
Is he a douche bag like most of the handsome guys?
These questions bombard me until we stop at the lockers. He opens his with ease whilst I struggle with the combination. In the end, I get it open and get ready for AP French. I try to find my map but it's not in my pocket.
Great. You lost it when you were thinking about Four.
"Umm, Four?"
He looks up at me when I say his name.
"I'm really sorry to ask you this, but I can't find my map and I really need to get to my next lesson."
"What do you have now?"
"AP French"
"With Hallum?"
I look down at my schedule see the name Mr. Hallum underneath the subject name.
"Sure is."
"J'ai lui aussi bien. Suis-moi" (A/N French for I have him as well, Follow me.) he says it as if he's been speaking french all his life. For all I know, he could have.
"Merci" I say.
God you idiot. You can say more than that.
But I don't. This time, he practically walks me to class, beside me instead of in front.
"So, where did you transfer from?"
"New York." my eyes are glued to the ground. Every single girl we pass stares at him. He can have any girl in this school, yet he is talking to me. We carry on with light conversation until we are outside the class. He walks in first but I stand outside, recollecting my thoughts.
I think I just made my first friend.
I smile to myself just a little.
I walk into the classroom and go up to the teacher.
"Ahh, you must be Tris Prior?" Mr. Hallum welcomes me. He waits for the entire class to settle down and puts me in the only spare chair.
On a table of four (including me) between Four and a pretty blonde girl i've never seen before. I sit down and get my text book out.
"Hey! I'm Shauna. Nice to meet you. Tris, is it?" the blonde girl, Shauna, says.
"Yeah, hi." I smile, knowing I feel more confident now.
"And this is Zeke" she says, pointing to the only other person on the table.
"Sup?" he says nonchalantly. I laugh just a little.
"And last but not least, Four!" Shauna says with a giggle at the end.
"Yeah, we've met before."
"Oooh, you have?" Zeke teases. I can feel cheeks go bright red, and to my surprise, so does Four's. Just a little, but enough for me to see.
"Okay class, settle down, settle down. I'd like to introduce someone knew to our school, Tris Prior!"
Everybody starts clapping and I can see they expect me to stand up, so I do. I'm not exactly afraid of a crowd, but something about Four's presence just drives me crazy.
"Hey guys" I say as I sit down.
"I want everyone to make Tris feel comfortable in this school. She just transferred from.." obviously expecting me to finish off.
"New York." I say with a small smile. Someone in the other end of the class room whoops.
"Now, for the actual work."
I can hear half the class groan at that, even me.
I feel like I fit in already.
Let's see if you make it through the rest of the day.
"You will be working in groups of four, so basically the groups you're sitting in." he says. Me? Working with Four? This isn't going to turn out well.
"You are going to write a three page essay about the people you're sitting with. You have to include details if you want a good mark. Oh, and this counts for half of your end-of-year grade."
Now the whole class moaned, especially me. First class and I already have an assignment.
With Four.
Maybe that won't be so bad. There is still Shauna and Zeke, but I can see they are caught up talking to each other.
'They would make a cute couple' I think. The bell rings and I gather up my books to walk to my next class, which happens to be History. I find my way quite easily, due to the fact that the room is in the same corridor as my french class.
I walk inside and walk up to the front desk once again. The teacher behind it smiles at me.
"Tris Prior?" she says to me.
"Sure is" I smile at her.
"Well, I'm Miss Wu, but you can just call me Tori. I believe I also have you for art later today?"
I look at my schedule and see her name under 'Art'. I nod at her and she shows me where to sit, pointing at a seat next to a pretty girl with dark hair with clothes completely black. She must be in Dauntless.
Wow, everyone in this school is pretty. So much for fitting in.
She smiles at me when I sit down next to her.
"So you're the new girl?" she asks, giving me a grin that forces me to smile.
"That obvious, huh?" I say with a laugh.
"Nahh, not really. I just know everyone here and I don't remember seeing you. I'm Christina, by the way." she says, holding out her hand.
"Tris." I say shaking it. "Nice to meet you"
"Ditto"
The bell rings, telling everyone it's the start of the lesson. Tori stands up from her seat when Christina's hand shoots up.
"Tori, Tris doesn't have a textbook yet."
"Oh yes. I completely forgot." she says, dashing into the other end of the classroom and pulling out a new book from the cupboard. She makes her way over and hands it to me. I smile in return.
A lot of smiling today, Tris. Get used to it if you want to make a good impression.
I feel like that side of my brain doesn't like me at times.
A/N
Yay! Another chapter finished. I know this type of story line is overused but I always wanted to try my own one, so yeah. I hope you liked it and please review!