Divergent High (Discontinued)

Chapter Five

"Tobias?" I ask. Then suddenly it hit me. Marcus's sons's name was, is, Tobias. "Wait. That means your-"

"Marcus's son. Yes." He says sighing like he is sad about it. "I wish I am not though."

"What? Why? Marcus is a kind man. And my dad says that he is very intelligent too." Four - Tobias - laughs.

"Intelligent, maybe, but kind?!" He says.

"What?" I ask. Four/Tobias (Which name do I use?!). His face turns serious.

"Nothing."

"No! Tell me! Come on!" I urge him to tell me more.

"You, are annoying as heck."

"Just tell me!"

"No. I've already told you more than I wanted to."

"You have barely told me anything!"

"Exactly." What? That doesn't even make sense. He is being annoying. I frown and walk away grumpily.

- - - -

"Tris!!" Christina squeals from behind me, in the cafeteria. "Get your cute butt over here!" I stop instantaneously. I raise my eyebrows and turn 180 degrees on my heel, to see Christina and the group laughing and looking at me. I walk over to them. "Sit."

"No seats." I say plainly. Uriah, who sits next to Christina, scoots over an inch.

"You can sit on my lap." He smiles. I feel my checks burn. I shrug.

"Fine." I roll my eyes. I sit on Uriah's lap with his arm around my waist so I don't fall forward..

He strokes my hair jokingly with his free hand. "Little girl.." He says in a high-pitch, joking voice, stretching out the word girl. Stil stroking my hair "Pretty little girl...." We all laugh.

"Dang, girl!" Uriah slightly yells.

"What!"

"Your so freakin' light! Skin and bones." My checks burn more. I look down at my hands.

"Aww. Poor little Tris." Lynn jokes. "So, so tiny that its unnatural."

I throw a carrot at Lynn, off of Uriah's lunch tray.

"Hey!" he exclaims. "Take it off of your tray!"

"Were you going to eat it?" I ask plainly.

"No."

"Then I don't see why your so torn up about it." I smirk.

"Nice." Al says. Him and Will hold a hand out for a hi-5. I hi-5 both of them laughing

- - - -

I look out the bus window and watch as we drive farther and farther away from the school. I remember on the last day of school, at my old school, watching the bus leave the school. I didn't really have much friends, so it wasn't as depressing as it would be for a normal person. All the normal people had so many friends and were extrodinary and stuff. I was the abnormal one. The one who was unextrodinary except for actually being able to understand my homework.

I take my iPod out of my backpack and listen to The Black Keys. I start my algebra homework too. After about 15 minutes, my stop comes. I pack everything up and get off.

"Hey you two," mom says happily. "How was your day today," I feel like saying something about Four/Tobias. But I don't know. He did say not to tell anyone, plus she must already know.

I put on a smile and say, "It was great." It was fine; is the reality. Could of been better.

"Good."