Dauntless High

Chapter 2: Why is He Everywhere

I sit near the back, remaining blended in. Christina sits next to me, leaving only one seat behind me, and one in front.

"What are you doing here stiff?" I hear that awful voice from in front of me.
"Should that concern you number boy?"I spit.

He rolls his eyes,"Watch your back."

He goes to walk behind me, and
I 'accidentally' stick my foot out, resulting in him landing face first on the floor.

"And you Watch where you are walking. You almost hurt my foot!" I put a hand to my chest.

He pulls himself up with the desk, giving me a death glare. I smirk. He growls. We both turn to the front.

An older man, maybe 40 or 50, steps to the front. His face is care worn, and his brown hair is speckled with silver.

"Hello class! My name is Mr.Martin, and I am your world history teacher this year! I would like to start off with some introductions. Let's say your name and something interesting about yourself. We can start with...Peter!" He points to a boy with dark brown, almost black hair, and a playful smirk.

He walks up to the front,"Hey, I am Peter Hayes. I am a catch for the ladies."

He winks, and sits back down. I hear a few girls sigh, lovesick losers.
Mr. Martin shakes his head,"Molly?"

A, dare I say, unattractive girl stands up. Her hair is frizzy and riddled with split ends, and her eyes are full.

"Hey. I'm Molly. Stay away from me." She sits right back down.

I chuckle, is that what every girl here is like?

"Ok. That was...interesting. Nita?"

A girl in a short crop top, and booty shorts stands up. She pops her but out when she stands. "Hey! I am Nita Rodgers and I like to go on romantic dates!"

I cough,"Slut."

She glares at me, obviously offended. Four laughs, making me smirk. Christina gives me a fist bump under the table.

"Ok. How about Four?"

I resist the urge to trip him again, as he pushes past me. He leans on the desk,"Yo, I am Four Eaton. I can not stand people who think they are tough even if they are not." He directs it at me.

I smile,"So yourself?"

Mr. Martin gives me a dissaproving look. I shrug.

"Ok, Tris?"

I stand up, making my way to the front. I wave,"Hey. I am Tris Prior, and I love to do photography."

I sit back down, looking at a few boys staring at me. Of course, I am the new girl, they want somebody to prey on.

"Ok, Lauren?"

Another girl obviously trying to look 'sexy' stands up. She has on a halter top that ends just below her boobs, and shorts with half of her ass hanging out.

"Hey guys! I am Lauren Johnson, and I like to shop!"

I try to ignore most of the other introductions, and pull out my phone. I know he starts doing the class overview, but continue to ignore him.

I am only pulled out of the mindless scrolling when the bell rings.

"Ok Tris, you know how to get to your locker, so Miss. Matthews classroom is on the hall to the right, 3 doors down." Christina shows me on the map.

"Thanks."

"If you need more help here is my number." She scribbles her number in a crumpled piece of paper, and hands it to me. I slip it into my back pocket.