Four POV
"Yea, yea, I know." I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed.
I had told my manager that I kinda wanted to have a normal life, so he thought that it would be a good idea if I went to high school. I wish I'd never spoken to him.
But luckily, my bros Zeke and Uriah came to the rescue by offering to get me into their school. At least I wouldn't be completely alone.
Zeke and Uriah were more than my friends, they're basically my brothers. They were friends with me before I got rich and famous, that's how I know they're true friends. They've helped me through some rough times, I'd do anything for them.
Right on cue, my phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Uriah.
Uriah: hey dude
Me: hey
Uriah: heard ur plane just landed
Uriah: u home yet?
Me: ya u wanna come over
Uriah: k sure gtg tell zeke
Uriah: b there in a sec
I lie on my bed and stare up at my ceiling, it's a depressing blankness. I had just arrived and barely had any time to start decorating. I know that I could go and pay someone to do it for me, but I'd rather do it myself.
I wonder if the people at this school know me. Do I want them to know me? Maybe a fresh start wouldn't be so bad. Who will I sit with? Probably Uriah and Zeke. I may be a superstar, but I still worry about fitting in too.
I hear the doorbell ring. I rush down to open it, because if I don't get there in time, Zeke and Uriah will kick down my door. I speak from personal experience.
I open the door and let them in. They both walk in with amazement written all over their faces. They gape at the mansion, as they walk through the entryway. I smile, closing the door.
"This place is AWESOME!" Zeke exclaims waving his arms gesturing at everything.
"Yea! And I thought the outside of your house looked cool!" I had purchased a house, then "remodeled" it. I basically had them demolish it and create my mansion.
"I'm starving, where's your kitchen?" I laugh, you can always count on Uriah to be hungry.
"Down the hall." I point.
"Dude, this place is a freaking maze, how am I supposed to navigate it?"
I roll my eyes and lead them to the kitchen. I turn left and right, and go up and down. I 100 percent agree with Uriah, my house is a freaking maze. I spent almost the whole flight here studying a map of the house. After it seemed like we were lost, we arrive at the kitchen.
Uriah immediately starts informing my chef about what he's allergic to, what he likes, dislikes, what sizes to make his meals, drinks to stock up on, and so on. Zeke and give each other the same look. Uriah and his food addiction.
"Hey, uh, so guys. Speaking of meals, um, so er, would it be okay if I sat with you guys at lunch? You know, only if it's okay with you. I mean, I wouldn't want to intrude or anything. I totally understand if you don't want to, you know, like, I mean, this is your decision," I continue to ramble on.
"Yea of course dude!"
"Why would you think otherwise?"
I sigh in relief, bullet dodged.
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Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)
FanfictionAs a rich and famous superstar, Four always thought of love as a game. You just move from one girl to another, from space to space, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind. And he never lost. But what happens when he is forced to leave the comforts...
