Dauntless High School

Chapter 10

Previously (Four POV):

"Be my guest," I say, grabbing the handle at the top and swinging the bag up onto the desk. "I have nothing to hide." From across the table Drew smirks at me. As Ms. Graham unzips my bag I see Peter across the room with a look of glee on his face.

The main compartment of my bag doesn't turn up anything unusual, and I don't smell weed even with the bag two feet from my face.

Then she opens the front pocket. She pauses and frowns at me, disappointment in her eyes, and my heart pounds. And then she pulls out what she founds and it's like a weight is on my chest keeping me from taking a full breath. Because in her fingers is a small ziploc baggie full of dried weed.

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TRIS

"That's not mine," Four scoffs. He points at Drew. "He put it there when he was picking up the pencil that he probably dropped on purpose!"

I roll my eyes, this is so stupid. How does Four not see it?! I see Peter's eyes widen as he realizes Drew's mistake. I jump up and snatch the baggie out of Ms. Graham's hands and smirk at Drew. "This isn't even weed!" I exclaim. I open the bag and smell the contents. "Smell it, Ms. Graham. That's oregano!"

What was the point of this? A bag of oregano? Drew can't be stupid enough to think this is actually weed, can he?

Four grabs the bag out of my hands and after putting his nose near the opening and sniffing, looks at me with wide eyes, then glares at Drew and shoves the bag at Ms. Graham.

I try not to giggle at Four's shock― it seems he seriously thought that was weed as well.

"Hmph." Ms. Graham glares at Drew. "Tris, thank you for pointing that out." She narrows her eyes at me. "I apologize, Four. And Drew, I'll be speaking with Ms. Matthews about this." Drew's face is bright red and Peter is shooting him a death glare. Ms. Graham glances at the clock, as if she is just begging for the period to be over so she can get these idiots out of her classroom, and I do in turn; class is supposed to be over in three minutes. "You are all dismissed."

Ms. Graham's heels click on the tile floor as she hurries out the door with the baggie of oregano in hand.

I look at Drew and burst out laughing. His face turns an even brighter red, if that's possible. "I can't believe―" I gasp out "you really thought... you could get... Four in trouble... with oregano." Four joins in my laughter, I can hardly breathe. "Did you pay for that shit?"

"You idiot!" Peter hisses storming over. "You said you tried it!" He's saying it in a harsh whisper but I still caught it and it only makes me laugh harder.

"I did!" Drew defends. Drew actually smoked oregano and didn't know it wasn't weed. He thought it would get him high... so it did. The power of suggestion.

"You two are morons," I chuckle as I zip up my backpack. "Come on, Four."

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I buy my lunch today, so most of the gang is already in our usual lunch spot in a dead-end hallway when I arrive. And as soon as I sit down, I notice that Christina's voice is even louder and more shrill than usual as she interrogates Four about what happened in Trig.

I cringe as I realize it's my fault he's currently subjected to her questions. Her boyfriend, Will, is my only friend in my fourth period Physics class; today, we got last week's test back. I didn't do so well. Will offered to tutor me for free, which is nice of him, but it's not that the work is too hard... I just can't concentrate when I try to do it. He wouldn't drop it, though, so I had to redirect the conversation and Drew and Peter's failed attempt to set up Four was the first subject that came to mind.