Divergent High School~~ FOURTRIS

Chapter Bæ (4)

A/N:: Okay so I guess before every chapter, I'll put an author's note and do a recap.. [[[RECAP: Christina invited Tris to sit with her group at lunch, have her her number, and now they are in Algebra 1A (Their homeroom) and everyone is staring at then because they were almost late.]]] So.. OHHHH I TOTALLY FORGOT. ALL CREDIT TO THE WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING VERONICA ROTH!!! (I will start giving creds every chapter that I remember)

Tris' POV:

They are all starting. Every single one of them. I scan the room for any familiar faces, but since I'm usually do quiet and most people didn't notice me, I don't know these people, and they don't know me.

Christina adjusts the bow in her hair and causally walks over to a small group of people, completely ignoring the eyes following her. How does she do it??

I then realize, I'm still standing at the door.

"Ms. Prior, since you finally decided to join us, I'd appreciate it if you found a seat," Mrs. Matthews says.

I nod my head a little then walk to where Christina sat. I sit down next to her, losing the stares of the class, but gaining glares from the other people in this group.

"Now!" Mrs. Matthews' loud voice booms throughout the room, "Since we are all seated," she sends me a look that could kill, "We will take attendance."

She calls everyone's names. They all say "here" in one way or another. The entire time, the glares of the group slowly disappear, making me feel much better.

"Hmm.. just as a reward for everyone being here, I guess you may have a free day."

A chorus of "Yeahs, Woohs," and other cheers of excitement erupts throughout the classroom.

Christina starts talking to the group around us. The glares return.

"Guys! Stop glaring at her! This is Tris," Christina practically yells, "I invited her to sit with us at lunch."

Some glares turn into looks of wonder. Well, more like they were wondering what Christina was thinking. Apparently that is what they were thinking.

"You invited a Stiff to sit with you?" A Candor boy at the next table asks. Based on the look Christina gives him, she knows him and doesn't like him.

"Shut up, Peter. Do you ever stop talking?" She asks, obviously annoyed.

"Ahh.. nope!" Peter says.

She just rolls her eyes and turns toward me. She must realize that I still don't know these people.

"Oh! Tris, this is Al, one of my best friends," she says pointing at a large Candor boy, the only one who didn't look angry at me. The look he gave me was more.. more like he was studying me. Trying to remember every feature of my face. "And then this is my very best friend, Karin," she continues, pointing at a small Candor girl.

Karin gives me the dirtiest look of all. She is very pale, almost ghostly white. She has long, curly, raven hair that creates a soft haze on the sides of her faces. She has large black glasses resting on her small nose. I notice that her eyes are a beautiful green color, but the skin around her eyes are very red. This girl doesn't look healthy. I wonder if she's sick..?

There are only three more people at the group. A large girl, who is Al's sister, Mary. She has long blonde hair and a round face. Another small girl, Lila. She has short strawberry blonde hair. It gets wavy at the tips. I recognize her from a different story I did about cheerleaders. Except she wasn't a cheerleader. She got a bowl of spaghetti dumped on her by a cheerleader. Then the last person. A boy about Christina's height. His name was Quinton, but Mary told me to call him Quinn because she thought, "Quinton sounds to freaking uptight for a loser like him."