Hey guys. Here's the next update. If you have any ideas for the story let me know. I'm home sick today from school so i'm going to try and update all of my stories. Thanks for the comments and reviews, Asher.
Chapter 5
Tris' Point of View:
I wake up the next morning. It's Tuesday. I made my schedule where I would have all of my classes On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. That way I could have a longer weekend. More time to workout and stuff for soccer. It's 5:30 and my first class is at 8:00. I put on my running clothes and head out. I see Four and we stretch. When we finish we head down the same path. We jog to the Chasm and sit down for a break. It's probably my favorite spot. Iv'e grown to like Four as a friend just from the running. I think at the beginning he thought I was a showoff and an annoying girl, but know he knows who I really am. I'm different from most girls as you can see. I got a scholarship for a reason. We are good work out buddies. He pushes me to go faster than I normally do. But it makes me better.
We haven't talked yet. But its comfortable. Helps me think. I look at him to find him looking at me. We stare at each other for a few minutes and my stomach feels like its on fire. But it feels good. I don't want to look away. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I eventually do peel my eyes away, him doing the same. I blush and stand up, thankful its dark so he doesn't see my bright cheeks. He follows me away from the chasm and back outside and we head to the gym again. He sets up his phone and puts on the next P90X video. We follow along doing it together and helping each other. We still haven't spoken.
When the video ends, we sprint home and I walk through my small apartment door. I get ready for my first class. I put on black jeans, a black T-shirt, black high tops and my black leather jacket. I'm not goth. This is just what Dauntless wear. I like it. I walk back out the door with my bag and iPhone. Then I make my way toward the school. I go to the classroom.
I'm getting a degree in sports journalism. If I can't play, I'd rather write about it. My dream being to coach my children's team and to run a sports facility. I sit in a seat and wait for class to start. Four walks in before class begins and takes a seat next to me.
"I didn't know you were in this class." I say
"Yeah, if sports don't work out I want to be a sports photographer and journalist." He replies
"Same here." Miss Tori Wu walks in and begins class, she's the teacher.
"Okay, get into partners. You are going to work together to write about a sport and take pictures for the school newspaper. Because games start next week, it will be due in two weeks. Begin." She says.
"Partners?" I ask.
"Partners." He says. We both smile.
"Homecoming soccer game?" We both say at the same time and laugh. This is will be the best project yet. And I have the best partner to do it with.