Allure

Chapter 1.

I lift my heavy eyes, letting them wonder around my surrondings. As I skim over my room, I catch a glimpse at my clock. 8:10

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I franticlly remove my covers and practicly sprint to my wardrobe and then bathroom. I have 20 minutes, if i'm lucky.

Why didn't my alarm wake me up. For fucks sake, well I don't expect Andrew to, he's a pathetic excuse for a father and dosn't even have my respect to call him dad. He dosn't deserve such a worthy title.

As i'm self-lothing in the shower I apply shampoo, body wash then conditioner not having time to enjoy the feeling of massaging my scalp. I drag myself out of the steamy shower, blow dry my hair in record time and quickly drag on my floral flower print shorts, light pink lace crop top, green jacket and some brown heels.

Not bad, but it looks plain.

I snatch on some spicky bracelets and a watch. Thats better. Once i'm dressed I brush my teeth and decide to skip breakfast, leaving me 8 minutes to walk to school. Oh the joy.

I slam my door shut and head downstairs to see Andrew sprawled on the sofa, wiskey mixed with glass shattered against the coffee table and alcohol strong on his breath. Typical. I leave the room with a look of disgust etched onto my face and head out. Even though i'm of age I don't own a car as i'm-

'an irresponsible child, with lack of respect and talent'

As I leave the house I head in the direction of the school, I have memorised this root so the journey only takes 5 minutes, I had searched the directions to my new school during the summer and spent half of the time walking back and forth to get to know the area and to distract myself from the real problems of life.

The front gates are open and masses of teenagers in groups or by themselves are spread across the school entrance. You can easily set apart the groups, but the fact is their only seems to be two. The 'populars' and the 'outcasts', it's pathetic, putting people into catogories, just plain childish.

As I enter the school I search for the reception.

Main office

I guess that's the same thing. As I enter I feel deep eyes burning into my back. What the fuck. I swiftly turn my head and see a broad shouldered, blue eyed boy; and by the looks of it he looks like a player. I mean, he has got two girls gripping onto his side as he sucks faces with one while keeping eye contact with me. Weird creep. I steer away from his direction, I don't need anymore assholes in my life thank you.

"Um, excuse me." I attempt to gain the receptionists attention but simple fail, I awkwardly cough and her head snaps up.

Okayyy, so you hear somebody coughing but not when they are actully talking to you. Good to know.

"Um, hi. I came here for my schedule, i'm new." I timidly ask.

"Oh, are you Beatris Prior?" I simply nod my head.

"Okay, well here's your schedule and your tour gide is right at the door, you both have the same lessons so just follow him, okay. Have a good day."

"Okay thank you." I politely nod and turn away only to stop in my tracks.

Wait him.

Oh crap I can bearly interact with girls more or less guys. Haha...No.

I slowly walk towords the door and pray that he's at least nice, as I lift my head I nearly choke on my own spit. It's bloody him, that blue eyed asshole from earlier, he shakes off the two poorly dressed girls and comes over to me. As he walks over I take the time to examine his face.

I scan over his face and see he has a light tan, thick eyebrows, a slight hook nose that unfortunately suits him, along with his full lower and spare upper lip. He has broad sholders and looks like a football playe-

"Yea, Beatris is it. Done staring?" He arogantly boasts.

"Yea, nothing really to stare at anyway." I snap back. He smirks and puts his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Four, i'll be your tour gide."

"Beatris" I shortly tell him, leaving his hand in mid air. He awkardly coughs and scratches the back of him neck, letting his eyes rest on me.

"Not much of a talker are you." His smirk is prominant and I want to smack it off his face.

"Oh, no I am. Just not to arrogant assholes who think they are worth more than they can afford." I spat back. Okay maybe that was a little rude, but trust me, I know these kind of people. And it makes me sick to look a them. He looks at me with utter confusion, raking his eyes down me like pray.

"You're, different." No shit sherlock, i'm not going to bow down at your feet. Idiot.

"Just take me to class." With that we walk to class in silence, him occasionally staring at me, weirdo. When we start to near classrooms he shoves me against a nearby locker. What the hell is his problem. As I attempt to get out of his grip he only applies more pressure causing me to wince harshly. He brings his face close to my ear as I struggle against him.

"Stop fighting. I know you want me." Is he fucking delusional.

"Are you in need of special help. I don't like you. Nor will I ever like you. Got it." He looks at me with anger and another emotion I can't portray. Probably him being bloody sycopathic. I will never, ever, want to date him, be friends with him, or even mearly assosiate with that crapcake.

As soon as his grip falters I tug out of his hold and go and find the classroom by myself.

"Hey, HEY." I turn around and see Four running after me.

"What?" He walks alongside me and drags me to the left.

"You can try and ignore me, but i'm pretty sure you don't know where your going. Just follow me." I obliged as it was true, it was sort of a stupid idea trying to find out where I was going to go alone.

As we enter class I try and make as much space between the two of us as I can. I turn to see twenty eyes all staring directly at me.

"You must be the new girl, i'm Miss.Loftin, what's your name?"

"Be-" Before I could finish some asswipe inturupted me.

"Tris, her name is Tris." Since when was I called that? Just as I was about to correct him, Miss.Loftin inturupted me.

"Oh, well, welcome Tris. You can sit next to Dalin. Dalin, please show your hand so Tris knows where to go." As soon as the words escape her lips I search the pupils for 'Dalin', a boy with soft brown curls and deep brown eyes raises his hand along with a dimpled smile. Cute.

Four looks from me to Dalin and gives out a puff of annoyance. Whats his problem? As i'm about to make my way to my seat, he grabs ahold of my arm.

"Stay away from him." I look at him like he's got two heads.

"You can't tell me what to do." I counter argue back. Who does he think he is?

"Yes. I can, stay away from him." He tells me with darkened eyes and a stern voice. I turn around and look him dead in the eye.

"Or else what?" With that I rip my arm from his grip and make my was to Dalin, with everybody's gazes on me. Yet I can still feel his, burning holes in my back.