A/N Hi everyone! I am super excited because my brother just finished his first gig! (It was a wedding) Special thanks to FanfictionreaderTFIOS and yssajeq! Thank you for reviewing and reading! Shortish chapter, but it should suffice? Hopefully? Okay, I know I keep saying one update per week, but I really love to write this. I'm going to try to cut it back to once a week. I have a lot of homework that I am putting off to-secretly-write this story. Hopefully, at least once a week. Feel free to PM me! Five reviews for early update? You guys are all ready at two. Three more? Please? Love ya all! 13 countries! Woohoo!

This disclaimer brought to you by: Jim from The Office!

Jim: She doesn't own anything but her annoying hair, obsession with Star Wars, and her story. I hate Dwight. I love an engaged girl. JelloCello has only watched the first few episodes of the show I am in, so no spoilers. Let's tape Dwight in a box!

Me: Okay...thanks, that sounds like fun. I don't really like Dwight either.

-JelloCello

A vending machine. Seriously, when did they put that there? I quickly glance around the hallway to make sure no one saw my humiliating scene. Unfortunately, luck wasn't in my favor. There was a huge line in front of the new blockade in the hall. Everyone saw, including that new kid. I duck my head in humiliation and quickly run to my locker. Great, now everyone thinks I'm a total weirdo from the first day. Wow, nice going Tris!

After slamming my locker shut, I turn around to smack my head on a chest. Covered in a black hoodie. Oh. Not again. I sigh and rub my head. I didn't know I was that short.

"Watch it, blondie," he barks. I flinch at his harsh voice. Jeez! What did I ever do to him? I scoff and walk to class. I am very advanced when it comes to biology, the first class of the day. Although I am a sophomore, I take biology with seniors. It's ten minutes to class, so I take out my phone and rock out (in my head) to Let Us Hear Your Voice by Pennywise. He ends up walking in a few minutes later, only to be surrounded by a parade of scarcely dressed girls. I sigh again. The only open seat is the one next to me. He pushes through the crowd and nears me. I let my hair fall in over my face and he mumbles a greeting. I slightly shrug and watch through my peripheral vision as Molly, the school's most popular girl, approached us. Oh great. Here comes trouble!

She tries to gracefully slide into the new kid's lap. Could she be any more subtle?

The new kid immediately stops her by putting his hand directly onto her face. He pushes her away (by the face) and she stumbles into the rest of her group. I can hardly contain my laughter. The majority of the class is rolling around on the ground, laughing hard. I just smile and turn to face the new kid. Without thinking, I hold my hand up to high-five him. He just stares at it. Wow. He left me hanging. What a jerk! His eyes are a dark blue. I know those eyes. No, how could I? But I do...somewhere. I realize I am staring at him as he shifts uncomfortably under my gaze. Embarrassed, I turn back to my desk as Ignorance by Paramore is playing. The teacher walks in and silences us quickly. Strangely, in all the commotion, I never caught the new kid's name.

So now, I am stuck here, in traffic, on the first day of orchestra. It is a week into the year, and I still don't know the new guy's name. Strange. I am one of those people that knows everyone's name, even if they don't even know I exist. I think of school as one long exercise. A test, really. Even how I act is a test. A social test. I don't really fit into any of the cliques at my school. I still belong to Dauntless. And only Dauntless. I am going to meet Four today! I am so excited, I can hardly keep from jumping out of the car and running the rest of the way to NEC. I am about a mile away. I could do it, if it weren't for this stupid, heavy, bone-crushing piece of wood on my back. Not to mention that it is over 200 years old, and cost me a fortune. So, instead of ruining my baby, I decide to wait patiently for the terrible drivers of Boston to move.

After a good half hour of screaming at cars, I finally arrive at the place that has been my second home for years. NEC. Yup, I'm back. Ever since I was 10, I have been doing lessons, orchestra, workshops, chamber, and recitals here. After finding driving around the block eight million times, I find no parking and park really far away. I run as fast as possible.

3:13

I can make it. Two minutes. I can do it.

I sprint up the front steps and to the hall. One minute. I unpack my cello in thirty seconds, find my seat in ten, and introduce myself to my stand partner in the remaining twenty. Second seat. Not bad. The conductor is still sorting through papers, so the orchestra is still alive and buzzing. As I look across the semicircle of principle players, I am surprised to see a pair of dark blue eyes staring at me. Ok, so the new kid is here. In my orchestra. In all the commotion, I forgot to look to see where Four is sitting. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

"Hello! We will start by taking attendance. Four," the director calls. My head jerks up as the dark blue eyes sparkle. He nods his head while I sit, shocked. Four! My Four! I didn't know what to expect. We had never exchanged photos, so I had no idea what he looked like. But seriously, the jerk was Four? And, better yet, he was the concertmaster of the orchestra?! Did he kno-

"Eric."

I snap out of my thoughts and look up to see a guy the same age as Four glaring at him. Huh, no one ever likes to be second chair, but seriously, no need to murder a person with your eyes! By now, they were calling the cello names.

"Shauna."

The girl next to me smiles and I grin. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. Wait, why am I sweating? Maybe it's because I just met my best friend, or because I am about to prove to the entire orchestra that I am worthy of second chair. Stress!

"Be-"

"Please call me Tris."

"Alright. Tris."

A/N Don't worry, I live there! The traffic is horrible. And the drivers? Don't even talk to me. Anyways, I love Boston! Best city ever! Any other Bostoneers? Btw, does anyone know how to change the clock so it is set for East Coast time?