Divergent Powers High

Chapter 6: Danceposal

My motorcycle veers into the same parking spot as usual, rumbling loudly. I put down my brake, and hand my helmet off the side of the handlebar. My backpack is slung over my shoulder, and I find my way through the crowds of teens. When I arrive at my locker, unlike every single other morning since the day I arrived, nobody is surrounding it. 

A sigh escapes my lips, knowing that somebody has to be up to some grand scheme. Ignoring the inevitable, I switch out my hefty textbooks. Since nobody has bothered my yet, I head over to the cafeteria to sit. There are very few kids scattered around, texting or talking. Besides them, the room is relatively quiet. 

My fingers almost click on my texts, until I'm interrupted by Uriah running past me, laughing like a chimpanzee. His arm extends, throwing a ton of colorful paper and confetti ll over me.  

"What the hell!?" I scream, throwing a block of ice at him. 

He screams, and super speeds away. I roll my eyes, and pick up the piece of paper. It reads, "Meet us where the worst class is held, We're pretty sure it comes from hell." 

I laugh at the corny rhyme, but still immediately know what it is saying, Math with Miss. Matthews. I take hold of my bag, and teleport over to her classroom. Another stark piece of paper is taped up onto the door, reading, "This class isn't hard to pass, but the teacher is a jackass."

 I let out a loud, probably obnoxious, laugh. They must mean History of the Gifts with Mr. Eaton. 

His classroom is close, so I run over to it. 

Yet another note is plastered on his door, "Something's waiting on the field, when you see him you must yield." 

These notes are awfully cheesy and horribly rhymed, but I go with it.My feet trod over the old, mostly dead, field. Four is standing in the middle of the area, scratching his neck nervously. He is holding a bouquet of black flowers, elegant, but also, very similar to my persona. He spots me, and immediately softens. 

I run over to him, smiling. He is in a nice polo shirt and jeans, and looks beyond nervous. 

"Four? What is all of this?" I ask, crossing my arms. 

He grins, "Well, Christina might be forcing me to do this, but I do like you," He shoves a hand in his pocket, anxious, "Um, Six, will you go to the Summer Soiree with me?" 

I smile, taking the flowers from him, "Sure. I'd rather go with you than anyone else my friends would set me up with." 

He laughs, giving me a hug. I look around us, to see if they are stalking us, and sure enough, behind a wall, Christina, Marlene, Shauna and Lauren are all peeking out at our encounter

I really do love my friends, and everything at this school. I feel at home with everybody here. 

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"Um, no thanks." I laugh, pushing the plush makeup brush away. 

"Oh come on, just a little bit of highlighter. Gym totally messed up your makeup!" Christina insists.

I light my eyes and hair on fire, and she jumps back, "I said no thanks, back off." 

She shoves the makeup back in her bag, "Er, okay then." 

I breath out a sigh of relief, and walk over to the lunch line. I grab some salad, Dauntless cake, and a bottle of tea, and pay for it. Everyone, but Christina, is already sitting at our table, so I take one of three empty seats. 

"So, I heard you finally got asked to the dance!" Shauna says, smirking. 

I shrug, "Yeah, who cares."