Divergent High

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TRIS

Science goes by in a blur, the only thing keeping me awake were Zeke's strange yet hilarious jokes. After an hour of zoning out Ms. Matthews, the bell finally rings, signaling lunch.

"Hey Tris, do you want to sit with us at lunch?" Zeke asks as we walk out of the torturous classroom.

"Sure, why not. I mean you guys are like the only people I know besides my brother here."

"I'm sure Four will be happy to see you," he comments. I don't reply, but the remark takes over my mind as we head to the cafeteria. Four can't like me, we've known each other for like, less than 5 hours. Zeke continues as if he'd never said what he just did, and I hope my thoughts don't show on the surface. He probably didn't mean anything by it. He couldn't have.

I finally brush off the comment and I'm able to make small talk with Zeke until we get to the cafeteria. The two of us spot Four and Shauna, and we head over to them. Zeke greets Shauna with a kiss on the cheek as he sits down next to her, and I take a seat next to Four. Christina sits between me and the guy she introduces as her boyfriend, Will. Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn, who I've learned are sophomores whereas the rest of us are juniors, fill the remaining three seats.

"So, you girls up for shopping? I already know Tris is."

"Wait, what?" I interrupt. I don't remember this conversation.

"We talked about it during PE, like a few minutes before the bell rang," she reminds me.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I kinda wasn't paying attention at that point."

"Sure, I really need some new clothes anyway," Shauna answers.

Zeke slings an arm over his girlfriend's shoulders, adding, "You guys should definitely make a stop at Victoria's Secret while you're there." He tries to plant a kiss on Shauna's cheek again, but she pushes his face away without even looking at him, making our whole table laugh.

"Anyway, I think it would be fun!" Marlene says, clasping her hands and resting her forearms on the table.

"Hell to the no!" Lynn exclaims.

"Lynn, why not?" I ask.

"'Cause I hate shopping with Christina."

"I'm not that bad! I just really, really, really like shopping!" Christina exclaims.

"Yeah, no kidding." Lynn mutters.

Christina waves it off like she hears it all the time. Suddenly, a girl wearing heels that are too tall and a skirt that's too short comes up to us, sitting on the table between Four and Shauna. Who even wears heels to school in real life?

"Oh, New Girl," she says, pointing one of her tacky bright orange acrylic claws at me. "I've been looking for you."

"Go away, Lauren," everyone at the table except me groans.

"I don't have to if I don't want to, and I don't want to. What's your story, New Girl? Do you feel special with Four here giving you a little bit of attention?" Okay, who the hell does this bitch think she is?

"Just ignore her, Tris," Chris whispers.

I slightly shake my head. "I have a name, you know, Lauren."

"Does it look like I care?" she asks. I roll my eyes and look away, determined to not let her get a rise out of me. Not working too well.

"Lauren, stop," Four says, clearly annoyed.

"Oh look at that, the almighty Four to the rescue! Thank God! New Girl, you're saved!" she exclaims sarcastically.

"Go away and leave my friend alone."