Tris POV
When I wake I check my phone. 6:39 I have tons of messages. Mostly from Christina and Four. I don't get what's happening. That's when it hits me.
I run across my room and grab a note pad and pen. I rip out all the pages that had been used already. Only a couple so it wasn't too bad.
I start to scribble down anything important that I might need.
Things I remember from before Wednesday
• Four and I are enemies
• School
Things I have found out since
• Apparently Four and I are dating.
• So are The twins and my friends
• I got jumped when at the mall with Four
I sit back. What's the best way to get my memory back and find out who's opinion I should trust?
I pick up my phone. I don't remember how but I got Fours number.
The phone starts to ring as I wait for him to pick up. He does almost immediately.
"Tris. Thank god. Are you ok? sorry! How d-" he yells down the line
"Shut up Four. Listen. I'm trying to figure this out. And all though it's horrible I have to invite you over and we have to.... urgh .. talk"
"Ok I will be over right away. Don't worry"
"Wait. I only just got out of bed. Let me get ready first. Give me an hour"
"Ok I will be over in 59 minutes and 56 seconds. Bye" he hangs up
I get up and get ready for when Four arrives
•~•~•~•Time Lapse•~•~•~•
Ding dong
The door bell chimes and I open the door.
"Hey Tris. How are you feeling?" he asks. Stepping into my home.
"Oh my just dandy!" I say sarcastically
He nods awkwardly and we go to my room.
"Look. I want you to be absolutely honest here. No jokes. Just tell me everything. And I will write it down." I say
I pick up my note pad and pen. I scribble Four's view
"Ok. Here we go". He says
Four explains to me everything about why we hate each other and what happened when we started liking each other. And goes into how we got together and how the others got together. I write it all down in my note pad.
"That's it" he says
"Ok. I know this will sound weird. But I need to sort out some stuff. I'll call you later yeah?" I say. I usher him out.
"Tris. Please. Call me. Text me. Just. Don't hate me" he says as he leaves.
I close the door. Run to my room and then collapse onto my bed. Ok. Now it's Christina's turn to explain.
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Divergent High
FanfictionTris starts year 11 at school. Same friends, same enemy's, but will she find love and make it through her life?! By the way, this is my first fanfic so don't judge to harsh! Xx also! I don't own any of the Divergent Trilogy they are by Veronica Roth...
