Fourtris High

Chaper 1. Meeting Four

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE AMAZING DIVERGENT AND IT'S CHARACTERS! VERONICA ROTH DOES!!!

New state. New town. New school. My parents, my brother, and I used to live in New York City. Caleb and I were homeschooled. Our parents were always out, designing new clothes or producing movies. Life was good. Until we moved to California. Now we have to attend a private school with other kids. I actually have to DO my work, and I won't! get to see my NYC friends as often.

I walk into the office of Divergent High, a private school only for the children of A-list celebrities. I am wearing high-waisted black shorts, a black crop top, and knee length boots. All from my mother's latest collection. A boy around my age with eyes of the sea is talking to the secretary.

"Here she is!" she says with a smile to the boy. "Beatrice Prior, welcome to Divergent High. We have already spoken to your parents, and your brother has already checked in. Seems like a bright boy, your brother." She added at the end, she's not wrong, Caleb is intelligent, a little too nerdy but I don't mind. "So, I'll get Four here," She points to the muscular male, "To show you around. You are in all the same classes so he can be your tour guide for the first few weeks. Divergent High is a big place!" And with that, she returns to typing at her computer.

"So Beatrice. What do you want to know about Divergent High?" He lengthened the name Beatrice, as if he was laughing at the name. Although he seemed kind of cheeky when he said it, he still seemed stern, and like he had a bundle of personality hiding away from me.

"OMG please don't call me Beatrice, Four! I hate it, please just call me Tris!" He smirks at me. "What!?" I ask.

"Fine, but on one condition. Don't call me Four." He has another smirk on his face, but still has a look of confidence and fully authorized, which somehow makes him more attractive.

"Then what am I supposed to call you, Four?" This time I'm the one smirking, two can play at the game of flirting.

"Tobias." He says simply, like it was not something completely random that came out of nowhere. "Okay?"

"Okay." I say, and I smile to myself as we walk off to class together, shoulder to shoulder.

I quickly realize, however, that the next class is gym, and even though I'm not too bad, I'm weak, and I need to be quick to win. Tobias shows me where my locker is, next to a girl called Lynn, and a few doors down from Tobias'. After, Tobias and I part ways to go into the change rooms, and I meet a girl called Christina. She's applying makeup, and she has shorts and a shirt on, yet somehow she still looks stylish. She comes over to me.

"So, yoooouuu must be the daughter of Natalie Prior! The world wide fashion designer!! I absolutely looooove her clothing lines!" She says with a passionate tone in her voice.

"Yeah, I am."

"OMG!" I guess she's one of those people who talk in text language. "I have always wanted to meet a designer's daughter! Do you have good taste? I bet you do!!" She's right. I do. But I don't want to sound cocky, so I just say

"I try to."

"Yeah, my parents are both Olympians turned charity workers. I love helping people but I'm not so good at sports. But, I would love to work in fashion someday! Maybe, I could help people choose what to wear! And then if they hate it, at least I'd love it, and I'd be making a prettier world. Soz not soz!!" Wow, she's... Happy!

"Maybe, I could introduce you to mom! She's always looking for promising interns!!" I offer.

"OMG! Really!! THANKYOU sooooo much!!!" She seems excited.

We leave the change rooms chatting about our expensive lifestyles and fashion. It seems I've made a friend.

When we arrive on the oval, the boys and everyone else are already there.

"Mother's club ended 5 minutes ago when class started girls! 20 push ups, GO! Then run laps with the rest of the class.

Chris and I get down on the ground. I try to pump them out, not concentrating on the fact that Tobias, my crush, is staring right at me.

"Okay Tris, good job!" Says Mr. Amar. "Christina however, you need to get lower and faster. Four! Please show us an example of what push ups are SUPPOSED to look like. He does. And he looks good doing it. You can see the muscles in his arms working, so strong.

After gym, I change back into my other clothes, and Christina confirms that my style sense is amazing. We don't have next period together, so I promise to sit with her at lunch.

The next class is English. We watch a movie called Divergent (which I have already seen at least 10 times) and was just released on DVD. We have to study it and do an oral about it in partners. Tobias and I team up.

"I get you can't fight like that, Tris!" Oh no he didn't!

"Of course I can! Better, in fact!"

"Those weak muscles of yours couldn't handle it Beatrice." There it is. That smirk's back. The sign that he's flirting again.

"But I thought you would've realised that they could, in gym, when you were staring at me, Four!"

He has nothing to say back at me then. He just smiles. I won.

Please let me know how I'm going with this!!! I would love to hear your comments, what you think it needs coming up, what I can improve! Anything!!! Love you all!