Divergent High

7

Four P.O.V.

"Well, Max, before you make Uriah wet himself let me introduce you to everyone. You already know Christina, blue eyes is four, celery eyes is Will, brunet is Shauna, Shaved head is Lynn, The boy who looks like he was going to wet himself is Uriah, and Mr. Grateful is Zeke. Only Zeke and Uriah are our cousins, so try to prank them harder. You better go find Morgan before she has a chance to load the water balloon gun back up." Tris says ending with a smirk. Why does she keep calling me blue eyes? "Max, your commander's on the phone! He needs to talk to ya!" Coach Amar yells across the gym. "I'm coming! Morgan and Tris' friends pry her off my back so I can go. And call me Max." Max says. Everyone grabs a part of Tris. Damn how strong is this girl? As soon as she's off she's running laps. We all have questioning looks on our face. "Time me Pansycakes!" I see Uriah's face light up with excitement as Tris says it, then it turns to confusion as he asks, "How do you know that word? I made it up when I was 4." A smile creeps across her face as she runs. "Hanna and my mom were talking one day and I heard Hanna say 'I'm worried about him, he's starting to make up words. He keeps calling Ezekiel a pansycake when he would act wimpy.' I ended up picking it up, and now a lot of my friends back home use it so don't feel too embarrass!" I laugh as I ask Zeke, "Your name is Ezekiel?" Zeke face is so red it could put a tomato to shame. Everyone starts to laugh except Zeke and Tris. Until Tris says, "Don't pick on him. Back home we respected nick names. If Zeke wants to be called Zeke call him Zeke, Four you shouldn't be laughing at all. I know his name isn't the most normal real name, but you must hate your real name to want to be called Four 24/7. Everyone has their reasons to be called a certain name. Respect his and they shall respect yours! I know I sound like a parent right now but I had to say it!" Wow, I didn't expect that to come out of her. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! The bell signals end of school. "Okay y'all come around 4:00, 4:30 for the party, while Fourr, you need to follow me home so we can work on the song. I need you to help me with some of the equipment too." There is a course of Okays and Alrights go around. I walk towards to boy's locker room. Just as I'm finishing up Zeke says, "Alright what's the plan?" I am so confused today. "Huh?" I ask. He sighs loudly before answering, "To get with Tris, I know you like her. Besides I know you better than anyone." "I don't have a pan yet, but I do like her, now will you let me go. I do have a project to work on." He waves me off and I leave. I see Tris standing on the other side of the hall with head phones in her ears, while reading a book. I am able to make out the title. PANIC. What kind of title is that? She closes the book and looks up yelling, "DONE! Oh hey, Four, didn't see you there. You ready to work on a song, set up some stuff and ride a mechanical bull?" I nod my head only because I'm looking forward to spending time with her. We walk to our lockers only to find out I am #44 and she's #46. She grabs her bag that looks as if the size of it got bigger. Her face contorts in confusion. She looks into the bag making her face go a deep shade of crimson. "I'm gonna kill Christiania after I make her shove this down her throat!" She storms away to find Christiania, only to bump into her as she turns at the corner. "Why the hell did you put this in my bag?" She says angrily pointing into her bag. Chris looks in the bag and says "I didn't put that in your bag! If I did you would force me to eat it then laugh at me as I choked!" Tris sighs and says "Good, I don't feel like watching you try to eat anything. You eat way too properly." They laugh at each other. "Okay, I'm still here, what did the person put in your bag?" I ask. Tris turns towards me with a serious expression on her face. "You won't know unless you want to run up and down the halls in it. I wearing it would be horrible, but you wearing it would be worse. When I get home I'm getting to blow torch and putting that thing to flames!" I laugh a little. The 3 of us walk out into the parking lot. Tris is almost at her truck when Lauren yells at her. "Liked the gift I left you country girl?" I watch as Tris takes a deep breath before replying, "So it was you who put that thing in my locker. I don't understand why girls wear stuff like that, or flaunt themselves to get a guy. I think it's just sad that girls like you have to use your ass and breast to get a guy to like you. None of that bull crap went down in Louisiana. This school has more horny teenagers than Beau Chan did, and they had a lot of horny teens. All you little miss curves needs to know about me is that I will always be different than you, better than you in any way, and have more friends than you. I can tell just by looking at the group of girls around you that each of them is or will be a back stabbing bitch. So just fuck off I've embarrassed enough people today." She scowls at Tris before replying, "You don't know anything about me or my friends, so fuck off you slut. And you'll never be better than me!" That seemed to set her off because she puts her bag down and walks up to Lauren, grabs her right arm and twist it around to her back curving inward towards her right shoulder blade. "Do not underestimate me. I am stronger than I look, and I can tell a lot about you with one look. I know that you are the slut with a bitchy attitude, what you have slept with almost all the boys in this school and will do anything to have sex with the ones you didn't, and that your ass and breast are fake, that you cake your face with make-up, and are sexist towards all women. We were not made to flaunt our bodies, we are made to be ourselves and have faith and be independent. God created each of us, and he wants us to follow his commandments. One of the commandments is telling to dress appropriately and to respect our selves. Learn the right thing to do. I can do way worse than this. So I advise you watch your back, you slut!" Wow I didn't expect that to come out of Tris. I hope she can calm down enough to finish the project. "Oh, and Lauren! I'm gonna use that thing you call clothes to set off a bon fire." Tris ends with a smirk as she walks back towards her truck picking up her bag on the way. I walk over to her just as she's putting her bag into her truck. "You know she deserved that. She is a huge slut. How can you analyze people like that? I mean, you said it yourself, don't judge a book by its cover." I can't tell how she does it. Not many people can do that. "I don't know how I do it. To me it's always been easy to do it. Although some people a harder than others. You see you can tell by the way the dress, act, the look in their eye, or body language how they feel. But if you want to know their personality you have to look past that take an interest into their personality. Some are harder to read than others. See take Christina and you for instance. Christina is a little hard to read because she is a full blown girly girl inside and out, but there is a part in her that is country. You just have to look for it. You though, I haven't completely figured you out yet. But I can tell that you build up your walls so high and strong so no one can hurt you. You're afraid to be hurt. I can tell that something terrible has and still happens to you, but I don't know what it is yet. Fourr, you are giving me one hell of a hard time trying to figure you out. All of the others are easy, but it's you that I can't seem to figure out." I am so confused right now, but at the same time amazed. She figured out more about me in a week than Zeke has in 11 years. "What does that mean? The part about me being hard to read and the others being easy." I ask out of curiosity. "All it really means is you have a well-protected image. It means you know how to keep certain things from people that are just way too personal to tell. You know how to hide your past, your name, and your true image inside. You show the ones that you think would be best to show, which I might add you did a great job at Four, and all the other ones you keep locked away. That is all I've figured out about you for now, but eventually I'll figure out more. The longer you know someone, the easier it is to uncover them. I still figure out things I didn't know about any of my friends every day that I didn't know a few years or months earlier." I laugh a little at that remark because I've known Zeke for 11 years and he still hasn't figured out as much as she has in a week's time. "Not necessarily, I mean Zeke has known me for 11 years now, and he still hasn't figured out as much about me than you did in a week. Now that's freaking awesome. To be able to figure out so much before they get a chance to show themselves." She smile, looks down, and blushes. Man, Zeke was right. I do need a plan to ask her out. I really like her. I need to figure out something. I really, really hope she likes me back. Although I'm going to have to wait. I hope I can. "Now it's my turn to ask a question." Tris says. I nod my head for her to go on. "1) Are you ready to work on a song that Pink will probably steal from me? And 2) why do you go by Fourr? I know it's probably because you don't like your name or something, but how did you get the name Fourr?" Perfect! I can learn more about her through this. "Yes we need to work on the song. I'll make a deal with you. You tell me why you're called 6, but it has to be all the reasons, and I'll tell you why I'm called Fourr. Deal?" She thinks it over a little bit before nodding her head. She gets in her truck before saying, "You need a ride or you got one?" I shake my head. "Nah, I got my Harley. I'll follow you to your house and we'll get to work." She nods her head, and I turn to run towards my bike. Just as I get it started she's pulling past me, and I'm following.

When we get there I realize this is my street too. I look up at her house. Damn this thing is huge! "Follow me I'll give you a tour of my main floor." I follow her into the massive house and into the elevator. "How many levels does this place have?" I ask. "Six that are more livable than the attic. The attic and sixth level is for my personal use. You will only see the sixth level though because the attic is completely different from my personality you see all the time." I nod my head. When we get to her floor, I swear you would think this floor was for a guy. "This is my level. It's got the shooting range, pool, hot tub, gun and knife room, Movie Theater, training room, walk in closet, my room, my bathroom, my award room, library, stress room, computer room, an art room, a recording studio, a sewing room, and a music studio." My eyes practically pop out my head. "Can I please see the attic? You know it's not the full package if I only see this floor." I say hoping to learn more about her. "Fine but don't tell the others you saw it! And wait at the door, it won't make sense if I just strait up show you the 2 rooms, so let me go change. Then I'll let you in," she must see the confusion on, my face because she adds, "Trust me, it's nothing bad." I nod and she goes into the attic.

Not even 5 minutes later she pops her head out and says, "Come on in." Follow her through the open door into an empty room with mirrors for walls and another door on the right wall. I watch as Tris walks over to a table on the other side of the room, phone in hand. That's when I realize what she's wearing. She has a leotard on with ballet shoes. Does she do ballet? Tris plugs her phone into a little box that make the volume louder. "You have to promise not to laugh at me." A faint smile plays on my lips. "What's there to laugh at?" She smiles and starts the music and gets in position for her dance. Once I realize the song, the whole image I thought I saw of her disappeared completely. The song is human by Christina Perri. The way her body moves around along with the music describes how she feels. She spins so many times I got dizzy just watching her. She finishes with a slow back bend. I start to clap. "Why would I laugh at that, Tris? You're really good!" She blushes with her head down as I walk over to her. I lift her chin up so she is looking at me. "Tris, you are amazing, don't let anyone tell you different. I believe in you." She stands up on her tippy-toes, and kisses my cheek. "Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." She says. "Don't apologize," I say. "I'm gonna go change back into some cloths that our friends won't laugh at." She says walking towards the other door in the room. What do I do now? At that thought she walks out. "Ready to get to work?" she asks. I nod not trusting my voice right now. With that we walk to the music studio.

A/N I know it's long, I just started to write and couldn't stop, I hope you liked it. REVIEW!!!