A/N Hi guys! How are y'all doin? Thank you to all who reviewed, favorited, followed, and read! Over 600 visitors! Wow. I decided to update because today is Katherine's birthday! Happy birthday, my friend! Anyway, I got some feedback that there wasn't enough Fourtris happening in here. Okay, so I have a plan. Well, the characters have to warm up to each other a bit, so have patience. Love you guys! And, hello Chayya! Any name guesses? Here's a hint: It starts with an H. Ooh, how about you try to guess my age? FanfictionreaderTFIOS, Chayya, and Katherine: No telling! Love you guys a billion times! Thank you! 40 reviews for early update? Ok, so now I will begin weekly ya!

Disclaimer brought to you by: Raoul from Phantom Of The Opera!

Raoul: Christine! *turns to me* What have you done to my Christine? Show some compassion!

Me: Alright. Here we go. The world showed no compassion to me! Happy? Yeah? Okay, I don't have Christine, I just want you to do my disclaimer!

Raoul: Fine. She doesn't own anything but the plot. Veronica Roth does! Oh, Christine! *runs off looking for his true love*

Me: Oh, just let her be with the Phantom! They are so much better together!

Raoul calls from afar: She is mine! Only mine!

Me: *Facepalm* Maybe I should have chosen Dwight. Nonono. Did I really just say that?!

-JelloCello

I watch (jerk) Four's face carefully, searching for any indication that he knows my name. He looks shocked, most likely wondering how we got off to such a bad start when our minds are so alike online. At least, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, we became instant enemies the first day of school. Our personalities immediately repelled. Now that I find out that he is my best friend, does he think that I will instantly like him? No, he is a jerk. Seriously, as much as I hate Molly, which is ten thousand times more that you could imagine, he couldn't have let her down a little softer? A girl is a girl, she has her pride, feelings, and sense. A guy is a piece of wood. Rough around the edges, but not really any smoother in the middle. Go to close, and you could get a splinter. Ouch. I think that Molly dove in head first. And Four was just a graveyard full of splinters. I, on the other hand, am so fantastically amazing that I don't need friends. I am not here to make friends. I am here to prove I am better than everyone. Especially Four.
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Break. Finally. As I open up my phone, a boy with tan skin and dark hair comes and sits next to me. I recognize him and identify him as the last violist.
"Hey," he says, "remember me?"
"From two seconds ago? Uh, yeah."
"Woah," he holds his hands up in surrender. "I meant from school. Remember the first day? I asked you for directions to my math class?"
"No." I am not a silent kind of person, it's just that I don't find a reason to waste breath. The kid's face falls so much, I think it's gonna fall onto the floor. Man, I can't watch this! I think about what to do. Ugh, my only options: run, and lie. The first seems favorable to me, but I need to come back anyway. Second one it is!
"Umm... Oh yeah! I remember now! You said your name was..."
"Uriah."
"Cool."
"Yeah... Hey, wanna meet my idiot brother, Zeke? He is at the back of first violin. What a loser."
"Um, sure. But, you're last."
"Yeah, out of six. That's different."
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Whatever. Zeke, this is..."
"Tris. Nice to meet you." I hold out my hand for him to shake. He high fives it. At least someone here knows how to high five. "I haven't seen you guys before. Are you new?"

"Yeah, uh... Uri, tell Tris about Chicago. I'll go get our friend who came with us. Your single, right?" he asks me. I nod. "Great. I have just the guy for you. He's handsome, muscular, rich, super not funny. Perfect match. Be right back, there he is." He points at a guy with his back turned before running to fetch him.

"So, Tris, we lived in Chicago. Our mom is a single mom. Yeah, my dad walked out on us. We haven't heard from him since we were two. Presumably dead. I don't really mind. Anyways, so Zeke and I are twins and we decided to move to Boston this past summer. We were supposed to come a few days af-"

I stop listening and zone out. I am shocked to see a hand waving in front of my face. I ignore it.

"Jeez, Uriah. Did you bore her to death? What did you do?" Zeke puts his hand on my shoulder. I am not really used to human contact, so I immediately take this as a warning sign. Alarms blare in my head, and, even though I am panicking, I manage to calm myself.

"Don't touch me." Wow. Nice job, Tris. All you manage to get out sounds like you are a creepy person that murders people in their sleep.

"Well, who woke up on the wrong side of the fingerboard this morning?"

"Zeke, you really are not that funny." I know that voice. I know that voice! The jerk. Ugh. So this is the friend that they were talking about. I turn around to face him and he looks back, shocked.

"Tris! I have been waiting to meet you for so long! I am so excited that I finally get to see you! It took fore-"

I cut him off by raising my hand. This jerk doesn't get to be all nice around me now that he knows my identity.

"Well," I start, "someone finally learned how to say 'hello'." Why am I so grumpy? Maybe it's because my one and only friend turns out to be a total butt face.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. It is then that I notice Uriah and Zeke watching us like a Ping-Pong game. Their eyes shift between the two of us rapidly. And simultaneously. It's actually really creepy to watch. Wow. I really need to look away. I do.

They gasp at the same time and look at each other with the exact same look on their faces. Realization.

"You guys know each other? How?" They ask at the same time with the exact same tone. Freaky!

"Jinx! You owe me a coke!"

"Seriously, Uriah. How old are you? Six?"

Uriah gasps with a hurt look on his face. He brushes away fake tears and puts his hand over his heart.

"I'm six and a half!"

Zeke puts Uriah in a headlock and all eyes turn to us. I look at Four and we both walk away from the scene of the drama queens. Almost immediately, I bump into the first clarinet.

"Sorry! I am such a klutz, so typical of me. Ugh. Just, uh, trying to get away from that scene. Over there..."

She looks at me with huge, brown eyes. She has tan skin and short, black hair.

"Oh, no problem! I'm Christina! 16 years old, new to Faction High School. And you are?"

"Tris. I'm going on second year at Faction High School, too. Um, I'm 16...also. I'm second cellist."

"I thought I recognized you! Oh, and this is Will. He's also 16. And also is new to FHS. Amazing flautist." She points to a boy with blonde hair and celery green eyes walking towards us. He was in my math class. I am a good student overall; well rounded due to my musical abilities and straight A's.

"Hi. I'm Will. New to NEC, Boston, and FHS. You are Tris?"

"Um... yes. How did you know?"

"Well, I had memorized the seating chart at the beginning of the rehearsal an-"

"Wait...you memorized the entire seating chart?" Christina looks at Will with both awe and disgust. Smart side vs. Nerd side.

"Um... Yeah. For fun. I guess." He scratches the back of his neck and blushes.

"Anyways, I watched you fly in here at incredible speed-considering your size and the cello's size. Also, calculating the weight of the cello was a challengingly fun task. The size had to be calculated by ad-"
"Okay. Well, I'm just gonna go...now...bye Christina!"

"Wait, Tris! Can we sit together at lunch? Will and I had to eat in my car last time because no one wanted to sit with us!"

"Sure! My table's empty, anyway. See you then?"

"Yeah. Thanks so much! So," she drags me away from Will. "Are you dating anyone?"

I look around the room and immediately spot him with his friends. He has always been popular.

I point to where he is sitting. "See that guy?"

She nods.

Four POV (for fun)

A girl drags Tris in my direction. I am seated behind a cello case, no one being able to see me unless they came around my left. The cello case stands in between me and the girls. They don't seem to know I am here.

"Are you dating anyone?" The other girl is taller than Tris. She has tan skin and dark hair. Her big, brown eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

Tris looks around for a second, but doesn't see me. To my dismay, she points across the room at the guy I saw her get in the car with.

I hear her beautiful (wait...what am I saying? Beautiful?) voice ring out.

"See that guy?" Christina nods as I get up and walk away.

Tris POV

"See that guy?"

She nods.

All of a sudden, I spot Four walking from behind me. Strange... I turn back to Christina and her huge puppy-dog eyes.

"That's my extremely over protective brother, Caleb. I don't date for the guy's sake. Caleb will literally pounce on any guy who comes near me. By the way, he is a popular kid at school. Stay away from him. For both your sake and mine. I have to go now. Bye!"

She gives a small wave and I exhale once I'm out of earshot. Wow, I actually made a friend! That's a first. Well, at least since Tobias. I look at my watch and notice break time is almost over. I am speed walking back when something juts out in front of me. My reflexes kick in at the last split second and I am (miraculously) able to hop over it. I stop and whip around to see Peter and his cronies. They approach me and I back up instinctively. Right into the last person I wanted to see. Four. Was he with them? Oh no. Why would he be standing there if he wasn't?

"Sorry, Tris."

Dun Dun Dunnnn! Don't fret! Oh, by the way, there will not be Fourtris until a wee bit later. So, give it time and relax! Hope you guys aren't too frustrated. Review? Btw, I have a new favorite song! Any guesses? Hint: it's from the 80s. I think. I'll tell y'all next update! Any name guesses? Love you! Happy 2,200 view day!

-JelloCello