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Chapter 5

In the loud and crowded hallways of high school, I battled my way to the locker. Only to find Al standing next to it. Usually, I'd see Christina, not Al. His appearance surprises me.

"Yes?" I say, as I click my locker open.

"Oh, hey Tris." He replies. "I was just waiting for you." He lifts himself from where he is leaning over the locker.

I raise my eyebrows, causing him to laugh. "Not in that way, no. It's just, I've known Christina for a year, and I would hang out with her if I could find her… but I can't." He shrugs. "Then I realized that I didn't really know much about you. So since Chris isn't here yet, I'll get to know you better."

"Uh… okay." I say, dumping some books in my locker. This was weird. For me, and for Al.

"So…" He says, "got any info on Four?"

I figured he'd say that. We don't talk much, but when we do talk, it's usually about journalism. And the hottest topic right now just happens to be Four.

Thinking of his name somehow leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. So, I decide to lie. "No, not yet." I add, "Please don't rat me out to Christina."

He nods. "I won't. She's a good friend, but can be bossy and demanding sometimes."

"Do you like her?" I ask it casually, trying not to startle him, and I close my locker shut.

"Oh, no. She's got a thing for Will." He sighs, and shrugs. "Besides, I like another girl."

I would ask about the girl he likes, being my curious self, but I am more attracted to the fact that he knows that Christina likes Will. She doesn't tell that information to many people. Heck, she's only told her crush to me. Christina must really trust the guy if she told him her crush.

I nod at him, then tune him out to observe the area. The hallway is always crowded, because it's a public high school, yet for some reason, it's not as crowded as it should be. And people look distressed. I realize that Four isn't here. He isn't anywhere. He would've had a group of people surrounding him. Actually, the whole school would be surrounding him. I can sense people's unease. Where could the superstar possibly be?

I shrug it off. He's a busy guy! He has things to do. Why do I care?

"C'mon." I say to Al. "I have to get to class, and I am guessing you do, to."

He just nods at me, and starts to walk in the direction of his class. I do the same, Four still in the back of my mind. I scoff. Why the hell am I thinking of him?

I make it to class, and take my rightful spot at the back of the class. Our teacher was cool in letting us pick our seats. I ease into my chair.

"Alright, class!" Says the teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, as soon as the bell rings. "We have a very special assignment today! You will be pairing with the person next to you for a project on-"

Blah, blah, blah. I tune her out and stare out the window. The perks of this class are the big windows. If you look outside them, you can practically see every bit of the school to the very left side. The large staircase, the green lawn out front, the school's drop off area out front,, a boy with a hood walking into school late…

Wait, a boy with a hood coming into school late?

I make sure the teacher isn't watching, and I lean in closer to the window. Is that… Four? The hoodie, the mysterious state, it has to be him. No wonder anyone could find him. He hastily walks up the stairs. Some girls out front who decided to skip class start to squeal, and approach him. Oh yea, that is definitely him.

"Mrs. Prior? Mrs. Prior!" Says Mrs. Jenkins, with a raised voice. I snap out of my state and stare up at her. My face heats up as I hear some snickers from the back of the class.

"Pay attention, please." She gives me one last look, then turns back to the board.

I turn my body back to the bored and face her notes. Micah nudges me with his elbow. I didn't know he was there, and didn't see him come into class at all. How badly was I daydreaming? "Hey, Tris." He whispers to me, "Looks like we are paired for some stupid history project. Yay"

I sigh, and try to pay attention.

He does it again.

Again..

I don't know how I'll be nice.

I was walking down the hall. Usually, I'd look for Christina, but she is apparently sick today, and stayed home. I don't mind it, but we have journalist club after school, and without her… it seems a bit weird, I suppose. She has become our leader in a way. I found that I am furious of that. We will be fine without her, why were we worrying? I huff, and walk faster along the deserted hallway. It's lunch already, and I wouldn't want to make Al wait.

"Hey, uh, girl!" I hear a voice behind me, distinctly male. Are they calling for me? Nonsense. I don't have many male friends, except Al, and that voice didn't belong to him.. Not being sexist, but boys just never liked my tom-boy self or my stubborn attitude to much. I didn't know how Christina put up with me.

"Blue sweater? Yea! With… blond hair?"

I have on a blue sweater, and blond hair, but there are plenty other girls with blue sweaters' and blond hair. I don't know this guy. He's not calling me… is he?

"Uh… Hey! Coffee shop girl!"

At this, I stop in my tracks. No way, not again, not…

I turn slowly, and am met with a familiar set of striking blue eyes. Four.

My breath hitches. "Hi." I manage. Why does this always happen to me?

He smiles at me, and he looks as charming as he did in his movie. "Hi there."

I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. He eyes me up and down. I turn my head to the left and look to the floor, blushing. I have the no good looks or beauty. Boy, I really had the body of a 12 year old. Why was Four looking at me? Calling me? Why did he care?

"Yes?" I say. It's not always that a superstar is willing to speak to me, especially a star as stubborn as Four. This is very very weird.

"Oh, uh…" he clears his throat, "I was wondering where you were. Yesterday, I mean. I was waiting for you at the coffee house- er- shop."

I look at him, wide eyed. So he was waiting for me! He was at the coffee shop, and I could've gone to see him.

"I… Um… Well I didn't expect you, to be there. I mean, why would a superstar take interest in me?" I wince, realizing that I sounded like any other fangirl at this school who tries to spend anytime they can with Four. I don't tell him that I was planning to go to meet him. "Besides, I don't go everyday to the coffee shop."

He looks at me again. And then laughs. "Your like, the only person in this whole school that treats me normally, and that's why I hang with you, junior. Why I want to, anyway. Except for Zeke. I mean, he was actually surprised at first too, when I started to hang with him, and he invited me to his bash in a couple of months," he shrugs. "I guess you were a bit crazed when you met me to, trying to interview me, and such.

I nod, the corner of my lips twitching into a smile. I didn't realize he was much of a talker, or he was this nice. "Yea, ok. I guess…"

He scratches the back of his neck. "See you tomorrow? At the coffee shop?"

"Sure." I say without thinking.

He smiles, and walks away.

I can't believe that just happened.

A couples days a go, he hated me. Now he has a sudden interest in me because I treat him normally?

I feel bad, because I don't treat him normally. I won't treat him normally after he finds out how I am using him almost.

I sigh, and walk to the lunch room.

I can't believe that Four, the one and only, wants me to go with him, out of everyone in the whole school he could choose, he chose me.

I realize that Four must be very much overlooked and very much not treated normally. No wonder he hung out with some one as lame as me. He probably doesn't have many real friends. And he thought I was a friend.

Was I a friend?

"Okay, he was in 23 movies, the majority of their genre's either being comedy or romance… Let's get the most recent movies and get some info on them, agreed?"

The fellow journalist club members nod their heads. There was only about 5 of us today, and Christina wasn't here, so I decided to take charge.

We were starting off simple. Getting the most popular movies by him, and the most recent, and writing each week's paper on one individual movie until the time had come to write the final article. I don't know how Four would take it. I do know for a fact that we won't need to pass out the extra papers any more. Hell, we probably would have to print some more out for the people who didn't get a paper.

"How about we start with the movie…" Al puckers his lips. "Um… OH! I know! Let's do the movie Something about you (AN. I completely made this movie name up rn, so if it is already taken as a movie name, I am sorry. Please overlook that). It's about a girl-Andi-who has lost her parents, and is met by Four, or Samuel, as his stage name is, and they go on a trip in some really cool funky looking car… and end up falling in love."

I nod. Some stupid, typical love story. Probably rated R, for extra explicit content, if you know what I mean…

"I'll watch it tonight, I guess." I volunteer. "I have nothing better to do. I'll take notes as well."

"Ok," says Al. "Anyone else-"

"I've watched that movie with my girlfriends!" Squeals Amanda, one of the reporters. I bet you she has a crush on Four. I mean, these days, who wouldn't.

"There is a smokin' hot scene where-"

"Amanda. That's enough." Scolds Al. "I guess you all are dismissed. Tris," he nods to me, than leaves the room, people filing out behind him.

I walk into the coffee shop, making the bell at the top of the door ring like crazy. I don't look to see if he's there, I just walk to the counter-top, and order a hot chocolate with a vanilla scone.

I pay quickly, and go to the back of the room near the window to my regular spot. I am met with a man's back. He wears a very dark grey pull over hoodie and a baseball cap.

I stand next to him, and joke, "I'm very sorry, sir, but I am afraid that you have taken my spot."

I see the side of his face-was his nose always hooked at the bottom?- as a smile appears on his lips. "I didn't know that there was rightful spots, miss. I greatly apologize." He takes a sip from his coffee.

I laugh, and am careful not to brush shoulders with him while I slide into the seat next to him, not knowing if he likes physical contact. I don't even know where all this courage of mine came from to sit so close and speak to him this way. Inside I had the guts, I guess.

He takes another sip of his coffee, and we sit in comfortable silence for a while, until he startles me by saying, "So, let's start." He faces me. I notice that even when I am sitting down and he is to that I am still shorter than him. His beautiful blue eyes shine out of the rim of the baseball hat.

"Start…?" I ask.

"Well," he states, "for starters, I don't even know your name, coffee shop girl."

I look at him. "Tris." I say, searching his eyes for a response.

"Your full name. Like, full, full, name."

I chuckle. "Beatrice Prior."

"Beatrice? Sounds like a dogs name." He says, and I glare at him with anger. He raises his hands in defense, and adds. " Sorry, sorry. I am Four, nice to meet you."

I stare at him. "Okay then, Four, whose name I totally didn't know." I roll my eyes. "Let's play 20 questions, I suppose. That way we can get to know each other more easily." And I can get some more info for the paper.

He shrugs, not making much out of it. Once my name is called for me to pick up my order of hot chocolate and the scone, we start.

"I go first." He says, smirking. "Um.. okay. What's your favorite color?"

I didn't really expect that. "Green. What's your's?"

"It's not black, surprisingly. I just wear these dull colors so I don't stand out to any… crazed fan." He smiles. "It's blue, actually. Navy blue."

"I don't think I can picture you in any light color, like orange or pink." I say truthfully. "Ok, my go. What-"

"Nope," he says, "It's my go. You asked me already what my favorite color is." I grunt out of my stupidity, and he just gives me a lopsided grin. "Have you seen any of my movies?"

I hesitate. What will he think if I told him I did watch two movie of his? "Um… well, I've seen two of your movies, but it was mainly for journalism group project stuff," I wince at the last sentence. I hope he doesn't think I am just here to get information on him, and not be a supporting friend.

He doesn't seem to notice, though. "Which ones?"

"Something about you and Our Summer Love." (AN Also, made this up on the spot. Idk if it's an actually movie title… so yea)

"Ah." He says, scratching behind his ear. "Those are not particularly my favorite movies…"

"Why?" I ask, being nosy as always.

"Well…" he stutters, "the plots are too cheesy and cliche. Besides, some of the female actors my age that I had to work with are… not very sanitary, I guess. And they all seemed to have the need to get into my pants." He sighs at his comment.

"Oh." Is all I say. I take a mental note of this, knowing it will come in handy later. I can ask more about it later, and it will be crucial for the paper. I can already see. Though, I didn't know that female actresses where like how Four explained them.

"Yea.. whatever. It is what it is." He sighs. I wonder how many actors and actresses are like Four say things as serious as this like it doesn't matter. "Anyways, your turn, Mrs. Prior."

I smirk. "It's just Tris, Mr. Four. When did you start acting?"

"Back at it again with my acting life?" He cocks his eyebrow. "I think I was thirteen or fourteen when my dad realized my ability to cope with that kind of stuff." He shrugs. I want to ask more on his parents, because the media seems to not really have information on that stuff. Maybe that's his big secret that I will find out. But it's not my place to ask about these things yet. I will eventually.

I take a sip of my hot chocolate and stare out the window. The rest of Tuesday consists of questions, answers, and some very embarrassing stories.

Lets just say that I got a bunch of information all in my head, just waiting to be written down in the book all about Tobias Eaton.

I know, I know. What Tris is doing seems evil. But don't worry, she'll realize it.

Or will she? *cue dramatic music*

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