Divergent High. Love. Hurt. And Lots of Four/Tris.

Day 1

It's my first day at allegiant high. As I pull into the school parking lot in my old truck all eyes turn to me. The new kid coming in the middle of the year. I know what they are thinking, small, ugly, doesn't belong here, that's what's crossing all their minds. I get my books from the seat beside me and slip out of my car. I'm walking to the school when a guy runs into me and knocks me over. My books fly everywhere, papers littering the ground. I curse under my breath and just as I go to push myself up a hand is in my face. I look up and see that the hand is attached to the person who had knocked me over, as I slowly take it I mumble thanks.

"Sorry, guess I should watch where I'm going, I'm Four." He says as he holds his hand out to me again, this time to shake it.

"I'm Tris" I say taking his hand firmly in mine feeling the awkward movements of his muscles moving under his skin

He helps me pick up my papers and books and I head for the school at a bit of a brisker pace. People push past me like I'm not even there, not walking right beside them.

TIME PASSES

Its third period. Almost lunch. Its gym class and I'm creaming everyone in a game of bump. I've gotten almost everyone out and haven't gotten out once. My gym teacher favours me because I'm so athletic. I kind of have to be, I'm always running. The bell rings just as I get the last person out, I win, again. We all get changed and a girl walks up to me.

"hey. You where really good! How did you get all those skills?" I wish I could tell her but I just can't. I can't tell anyone my secret. Not to a girl I just met 3 seconds ago.

"I played with my dad" I lied. I've gotten pretty good at it I've done it so much. I have to be good at lying. I don't want to move again.

"you got all that from playing with your dad! He must be pretty kick ass or something! Is he a basketball player?"

'No, we just love to play"

"oh, im Christina by the way. If you want you can sit with me and my friends at lunch. Unless you have other people to sit with, but your new so I don't think you do. Oh and if you want to sit with us there's a little something you have to do."

"umm, depending on what it is I have to do, ill come"

"Whats your name"

"Tris"

"Follow me" She squeals