Divergent College

Chapter 2

Fours POV

I wake up to my alarm clock screaming loudly.
I groan in frustration.
"Get up loser," I open my eyes and look around the room. Zeke is eating a piece of pizza that we bought yesterday night. He grabs a beer out of the mini fridge in our apartment. Eric, Zeke, and I all share an apartment.
"We have school today Zeke," I say.

"I know," he responds and then takes a huge gulp of liquor. Zeke puts the rest of the beer back in the fridge and grabs his back pack. "I'm going early," he says.

"Where's Eric?" I ask. Zeke opens the door and leans on it.

"I dunno," he says. "He went somewhere with that chick last night."

I just nod and get out of bed. Zeke shrugs and leaves. I take a shower and put on some clean clothes. I'm wearing nice jeans and a tshirt. I brush my hair and make it look halfway decent. I grab my backpack, slip on my shoes, and walk to college.
The campus is huge and there are people everywhere. I spot Zeke sitting on a bench. He's laughing and smiling. Girls are surrounding him. Zeke attracts all the ladies. He's smart in academics and he plays football for the college. I'm just stuck being his "friend". I like being Zeke's friend, he just gets into a lot of trouble. Without me, Zeke would be dead.
My first class starts in twelve minutes and I don't have time to mess with Zeke right now. I walk up the steps and into the building. I look for Mr.Johnson's room and accidentally bump into a girl. She falls to the ground with a hard thud and papers and books fly everywhere.
"I am so sorry," I apologize. I hold out my hand for the girl to help her up. She hesitates, but grabs my hand and I pull her up. I begin helping her pick up the papers and books that are scattered across the floor.
The girl has blonde hair and gorgeous eyes. She's short and actually very pretty.
"Please forgive me," I say. "I was being clumsy and not watching where I was going-"

"It's okay," she smiles slightly. "No harm done."

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask her.

She nods and smiles. "I'm Tris," she laughs lightly.

I nod and feel myself blushing a little. Tris is going to think I'm weird because of my name. "Four," I say.

"Excuse me?" she asks. "I didn't get what you said."

I sigh. "Just- it's fine. Don't worry about my name," I laugh nervously.

"Uh- yeah okay," she says. Tris smiles. "I guess I'll see you later no-name."

"Yeah," I laugh. "Maybe." After saying that, I walk to class and leave Tris behind in the hallway.
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Lynn's POV

I run into class frantically, trying not to be late. I throw my books on a desk and toss my bookbag beside it. I sit down quickly, and just as I do, the teacher shows up.
"Class," she says. "I am Professor Amons. Before we get completely in to all of this interesting science, I want to give you all a presentation to work on. You will be paired up in groups of three to work on this assignment." Professor Amons begins calling out groups that she's already assigned for the whole class. I don't listen until I hear my name.
"Lynn, Uriah, and Marlene," she says. I have no idea who those people are and I don't want to know. I'd much rather go home and watch Netflix than socialize with two complete strangers.
The professor talks on and on about what this project is about. It's common sense material. I am going to ace this year. I look around the room and try to figure out who Uriah and Marlene are. I know who Uriah is, just by looking at him. All the girls talk about him and his older brother is Zeke Pedrad, the best football player in the entire state of Illinois. Uriah has tan skin and chocolate brown hair. His eyes are brown too and he's sitting in a desk, chewing on a pencil. Typical weirdo. I notice the girl named Marlene, because her backpack has the initial M on it and she's the only person in the class that has a name with a M. She has brown hair that's tied up in a messy bun and slightly tanned skin. Her black eyeliner makes her eyes pop and she's wearing UGGs. Marlene is wearing pajama pants and a tshirt with a huge sweatshirt over it too. She yawns and has her elbow propped up on the top of the desk. She leans her head on her hand and twirls a pencil around in between her fingers, recklessly.
The teacher dismisses our class and I walk up to Uriah.
"Uriah, right?" I ask him. I have my backpack slung across one shoulder.