Divergent High

Ch.1

Tris

Today is cheer leading tryouts, so all the girls are TRYING to look like sluts. The amount of side boob and ass showing makes me want to throw up.

They are all in ugly, neon, short as hell gym shorts and crop tops that barely hold their boobs. I am incredibly elated that I couldn't be bothered to try out for cheer. 

"Tris! Hello? It's time to not stare at those little fake girls and eat. Yeah?" Christina says, snapping her fingers in my face.

One statement that will be true my whole life; I hate tryouts week.

"Sorry. I am just trying to think of the possible reason girls would want to look like THAT. It's just cheer leading! You aren't auditioning for a job as a stripper." I rant. 

I can't explain how angry people make me. Especially the ones that give me ,of all people, dirty looks. Hello! You are 16, stop dressing like a hooker!

"I don't think they look to bad!" Uriah says, slapping Cara's butt as she walks by.

 She spins on her heel, slaps Uriah, and keeps on walking. We all roll our eyes and laugh. Only a Pedrad, Only Uriah. He is a special breed of stupid. 

"Hey, who's new guy?" I hear Lynn ask from beside me.

She directs my attention to the table beside us, where I see a tall, muscular guy sitting by himself. He has tan skin, and chiseled features. I've never seen such gorgeous eyes.  

I decide to talk to him, not dooming the poor guy to suffer with being the only kid alone at lunch. That would make him an instant laughing stalk. That's what happens when you have the most stereotypical school in Illinois, and not to mention the amount of girls that would try to hit on the new kid, he would be overwhelmed with the sluttiness.

"I'm going." I mumble as I spin around, stepping up from the table. 

My feet swing over the lunch table, and I take the five steps to him. I sit with my feet dangling, and smile at him. 

"Hey. You new?" I ask. 

He sluggishly looks up from his lunch, "Yah. My mom has a traveling job. I move a lot." 

"Awesome. So. Wanna come hang with my idiotic but amazing friends over there?" I suggest, pointing at our table.

He shrugs and grabs his tray, walking over to our table. Zeke pushes Will over to make a spot.

"Hey man." he greets. 

 "Hey. I'm Four." he says simply. 

Wait. His name is Four? Like, the number Four? Never in my, actually lonely, 16 years have I heard a name like Four.

"What's up with the name? You like being number boy?" Christina taunts, raising an eyebrow.

I really need to teach her some basic ettiquette. Or at least not to be so Candor.

"Is there a problem with that?" Four asks, his voice deep and stern.

 My eyes widen, I did not expect that change.  His agitation came so easy, like someone I know.

She puts her hands up, as if to surrender. "Nice first impression" I whisper in Chris' ear. 

She snorts,"Not my fault he's as sensitive as a pregnant lady."

Shauna speaks up, seemingly wanting to get introductions over. "So, things to know about school. We have five 'groups' Candor, our loudmouths ,similar to Chrissy over here," She gestures to a group of students near the back of the cafeteria, debating on pointless subjects.