Unmm, some asked what the titel of sequel will be. And it's going to be "Diverge Me"... No, bad joke. I don't know yet :P

Tris POV.

Maybe it was just a bad first impression; maybe Four would turn out to be a good guy. I kept telling myself this over and over again, but he only got worse. I could arrive to school, and be happy hanging out with my new friends, lucky enough most people wasn't like Four, but whenever he came in; I just wanted to go home. It kind of felt like he hated me too, I don't know why though. I tried my best to be nice to him, even though he was an ass. Maybe he just hated my personality.
It was Friday, and we decided to go hang out in a park near the school. Our teacher let us go around noon. I sat with a bunch of girls and Will and Al, they were good guys always hung out with us. I looked behind me. Uriah, Peter, Four and Edward were throwing a football to each other. I turn around to talk with my friends, when I suddenly feel a sharp pain the back of my head. I turn around to find the football, and the guys trying not laugh.
"Sorry Tris, can you throw the ball back" Uriah says. I pick up the ball and stand up, throwing it just like Caleb taught me. Its got a perfect spiral, Uriah catches it and looks at me impressed.
"Not bad Tris! You could knock Tom Brady off the team" I laugh and shake my head.
"Wrong compliment, she probably doesn't even know that is" Four says in a mocking tone, I roll my eyes and raise one eyebrow.
"Depends who which Tom Brady you are talking about? The Tom Brady who played For Michigan and were drafted in 2000 to Patriots. The Tom Brady who scored 359 touchdowns last season, and is one of the only players to win the NFL MVP multiple times. Is that the Tom Brady you are talking about?" I finish with a smirk on my face, I don't even want to hear his respond, so I just sit back down.
"Were did that come from, Rain man?" Christina asks, we all laugh and I push her playfully.
"I never understood that sport" Al says.
"What do you mean?" I ask turning towards him.
"Well I don't see why crushing each other is interesting to look at" We all start to laugh.
"Al, how can you be an American and not like football?" Will says.
"Well I think I like other things, like book and poetry" Al says.
"Who cares about poetry?" Four asks as he and the others join our circle.
"I do, and apparently Al does as well" I say. He looks at me for a brief second, and then looks away rolling his eyes. What the hell is his problem?
"I think poetry is boring, I like football way better" Lauren says. Ever since we started she has tried to get close to Four, it's quite funny to watch actually.
"Come on Lauren, if Four said he liked paintings from 1700, you would say you loved them too" Marlene says, I smile to myself and mentally give her a fist bomb. Lauren frowns, and waves us off and continues to try to make small talk with Four.
"You guys have try outs tonight?" I ask Uriah.
"Yeah we do, you guys coming to watch?" I look at Christina and she nods in confirmation.
"Sure, what position do you play? Then we can look for you" I ask.
"I play Center" Uriah says, I look at Edward.
"I play safety"
"What about you Peter, what position?" I ask. He gives me a smirk.
"Oh, whatever position you prefer babe" I shake my head and role my eyes.
"You're a perv Peter" Christina says laughing. I look at Four for a second, not sure to ask him. Again I try to be friendly.
"What about you Four?" He barely looks at me, before he turns his head to Christina.
"You already know" He says in a monotone voice.
"Yeah, but I'm not the one asking" She snaps. Clearly just as irritated as me.
"Well, I'm off. You guys coming?" Four says standing up. "The football guys" get up and follow him, when they far enough Christina lets out a little scream in frustration.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HANDLE THREE YEARS WITH HIM!" She says covering her face with her hands.
"Could you please stop reminding us about that part" I grunt and lay down in the grass.
Seriously, how are we supposed to handle it?

"So what are your plans for tonight, Beatrice?" My dad asks me while we are eating dinner.
"Uhm, I'm going to watch the football tryouts with some friends. Caleb, can I ride with you?"
"Sure, when is your soccer tryouts?" He asks, with a mouthful of lasagna.
"Caleb, could you seriously slowdown? You're eating your weight in lasagna" My mom says. I laugh at this, mostly because it's true. Never seen anyone eat as much as him.
"I need it mom! You know, being the quarterback isn't as easy as it looks"
"To answer your question: The tryouts were yesterday, and I don't know if I made the team yet"
"Of course you will, look at the Prior siblings! Killing it in sport" My dad says. Something tells me that he is going to be there at every game, yelling and being embarrassing.
"So how is your classmates, Beatrice?" My mom asks.
"Most of them, there is this girl Lauren; just a bit too much. Then there is a guy named Four he…" Caleb cuts me off.
"Four Eaton? He is in your class?" I look at him surprised.
"You know him?"
"Well, coach has been talking about him a lot. He is apparently really good, he will defiantly make the team" I look at him with wide eyes.
"Are you going host those basement night again? For the team?"
"Yeah sure"
"Oh God, that means he is coming here. I need to be under the same roof as him, outside school too" I smack my forehead down in the table, making frustrated noises.
"Beatrice! Behave yourself!" My mom hisses.
What did I do? Was I bad in my previous life? And this is how God is going to punish me?!

When arrive to the school I climb out of his truck, and he gets his gear from the trunk.
"Hey Caleb, is it possible that you could tackle Four? Like really hard?" He looks at me and shakes his head.
"Are you being serious now? You want me to hurt him? It doesn't sound like you Beatrice" I sigh.
"I know, I know. You're right, of course I am not serious. Be careful though" I say and walk over to my friends, who is sitting in grass chilling.
"Always am!" Caleb yells back.
"You never told us that you have a hot older boyfriend, who is quarterback on the team!" Christina yells when I am close enough.
"Ew! That's my brother. Where are Will and Al?" I ask sitting down.
"Huh? Oh, they were in the middle of Call Of Duty game… They are coming when they're dead" Marlene says. I look at her for a second. "In the game" She adds, and I nod and turn my attention to the field. Even though I hate to admit it, Four is one hell of a good receiver.
"God, why is he this good. It's annoying like hell" Christina says, like she just read my mind.
"Why is he like that? He is not very nice to any of us girls, but he is acting weirder around you. You know each other from somewhere?" Lynn says.
"No, not at all. It's weird'' I look back to the field, and they are almost done with the tryouts. I notice that Four is limping slightly, he walks over to Caleb. I walk onto the field and towards Caleb, as Four notice me he starts to move away. I give Caleb a hug.
"You did well, your arm was on fire" Caleb laughs and look after Four, he also notices his limping.
"Hey, Four. You alright with the knee?" Four stops, but doesn't turn around.
"Yeah, it's fine. Just a little sore" He says.
"You sure? It looks painful" Four turns around, avoiding eye contact with me.
"I'm sure"
"Let Beatrice take a look, she took a medic course. Right Beatrice?" First of all, I want to slap him for calling me Beatrice in front of him. Second; A part of me wants to slap him because he wants me to help Four, the other knows I was raised to be selfless. Raised to always help others.
"Sure, I can take a look at it" I say in the nicest way possible, he just grits his teeth.
"I rather just endure it" He says and walks off.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask, looking at Caleb.
"Well, that was weird" He says, starting to walk back to his car.
"Weird? Did you hire him to annoy me? Did you offer him a spot on the team?" Caleb just laughs.
"I didn't, but it's quite funny seeing you angry"
Ohh, I don't think you want to see me get angry