Divergent High

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Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or it's characters!! Veronica Roth does!
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TRIS

I get to school within fifteen minutes, with the help of Siri of course. Circling around the parking lot, I find an open spot and grab my backpack before hopping out of the car. I stuff my keys into the front pocket of my backpack after locking my car and walk into the school with my phone and water bottle in hand.

I head straight into the office, and walk up to the lady at the front desk. She asks for my name and grade and I answer, "Beatrice Prior, junior." Setting my keys, phone, and water bottle on the ledge, I brush my hair behind my ear as I wait for the lady to print my schedule.

"Here you go Beatrice," she says.

"Thank you," I smile, and turn around, walking out of the office while looking down at my schedule. I have:

P1: Precalculus - Mr. Alexander; B105
P2: English Literature & Composition - Mrs. Williams; A210
P3: Strength & Conditioning - Coach Amar; GYM
P4: Chemistry - Mrs. Matthews; S107
Lunch
P5: Music Theory - Ms. Wu; B219
P6: Mixed Media Art - Ms. Wu; B219
P7: Free Period

Well, my schedule doesn't look too awful. At least I don't have PE first period. I look over my schedule again as I walk through the crowded halls, trying to figure out where all of the classes are. Honestly, I have no idea where I am now, so it's no use.

I stop suddenly as I run into the person in front of me. One of my biggest pet peeves is people that just stop into the middle of a hallway. Annoyed, I look up, pushing my blonde hair behind my ears as the guy in front of me turns around. I huff, only wanting to get to class, but this guy, along with the rest of the people in the hallway is making that difficult.

Then his eyes meet mine and my heart flutters to match the butterflies in my stomach. They are the most extraordinary blue I've ever seen. The shade is dark, like water I could drown in if I dive too deep, but there is a much lighter patch in his left eye, like coming up to the surface for air. Taking in a deep breath, I cross my arms, waiting for him to say something first.

Thankfully, he does.

"Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Four Eaton."

"Tris Prior," I respond as coolly as I can, keeping my arms crossed.

"New here?" Four asks.

"You betcha." I respond. This causes a laugh to bubble up from him and it excites me to know I caused such an amazing laugh.

"Lost?" His eyes narrow on me slightly, and I notice him quickly look me up and down.

I'm about to say no, but then I realize that I really don't have any idea where I'm going. Instead, I say, "Uh... yeah."

"Let me see what classes you have." Four holds out his hand for my schedule, so I unfold my arms, handing it over as I shove my phone in my back pocket. "Okay, Tris. Your first class is in B Hall, and you're going in the complete opposite direction," he comments, making me laugh this time. Of course, being bad at directions, this is something I would do. I wish my phone could give me directions around this freaking school.

I stand there for a few seconds without saying anything. Come on, say something Tris! "Sounds like me." Wow, that was clever.

He chuckles, "Okay, well you and I also have third, fifth, and sixth together."

"No way," I sarcastically retort.

"Just follow me." Four rolls his eyes, but weaves through the heavy crowd and creates an easy pathway for me to follow. Soon, the group thins so Four and I can walk side by side. Four gives me a quick explanation about the layout of the school, including how classrooms starting with one are on the first floor and those starting with two are on the second. He then asks the typical questions people do when a new kid comes to school, but I'm taken aback when he asks about a boyfriend. Really, dude? We just met. Plus, I'm not even looking for that right now.