CHAPTER 2

Just letting you know that my story will get exciting! I promise! Fourtris will happen soon too! Anyway on to the story! 👇👇

I pull into the school parking lot and see everyone standing in groups talking and laughing.

'This is so gonna suck.' I mutter to myself as I get it of the car and put on my sunglasses. I quickly walk into the building trying not to wince, since I feel everyone's eyes on me.

I walk in the office and see a lady sitting behind a desk with a tight bun. She greets me with a smile.

"Hi how may I help you?"

"Um my names Beatrice Prior and I'm new here."

"Ah yes, Beatrice here you go."

She hands me my schedule and locker information, and she says something that surprises me.

"I see that you've got all Dauntless classes. You must be very brave."

I nod, step out and try to find my locker. I look down at the papers and see I have locker number 6. I gasp. and tears spring to my eyes. My lucky number 6. The necklace I have on. 6. The date my parents died. My birthday date. Everything goes around 6. I quickly find my locker and try to open it. I TRY at least.

A girl with tan skin comes up and starts opening the locker next to mine. She glances up at me and squeals!

"OMGG! You're new aren't you! Well duh! We are so gonna be besties! My names Christina! What's yours!" She babbles on.

I smile. "My names Be...... umm Tris. My names Tris."

A new name. A new place. I can be remade here. Christina is talking about a sale at some store when 6 people come up to her and start talking all at once. I turn away not wanting to invade their conversations.

"Hey!" Christina yells. Everyone stops talking and looks at her.

"This is Tris! My new bestie!" She says delighted.

I get a chorus of hi's and Christina starts to introduce people.

"This is Will, Marlene, Shauna, Uriah aka idiot 1, Zeke, aka idiot 2, and Four.

I laugh a little bit as she says idiots 1&2, but when she points to Four, my eyes linger on him. His eyes are a deep blue and I feel like I could stand here forever and look at them. I suddenly realize that I've been staring for such a long time, but then again, he's been staring, too. I start to blush and look down.

Uriah starts to jump up and down saying we have to compare schedules.

I look at mine for the first time and see that Christina and Four have the same schedules as me.

Art ~ Ms. Wu

Science ~ Mr. Richards

Math ~ Mrs. Matthews

Gym~ Coach Amar

Lunch

Free Period

Singing ~ Ms. Wu

Reading ~ Miss. Zane

We start to walk to our homeroom, Mrs. Matthews as I feel as sharp pinch on my back, right where the belt hit me this morning. I cry out in pain and fall to the ground. Everyone turns around to see what all the commotion was and I can't see anything right now because the world is spinning.

I turn around just in time to see Four run up to a boy with brown, spiky hair and punch him in the mouth. He looks oddly familiar.

"Stop making everyone's life miserable, Peter." Four growls.

I let out a strangled breath as I realize Peter is the Peter that tormented me when I was little.

Peter turns to me and says "you'd better watch your back, Stiff. Oh and by the way I know it's you. I see your scar." And with that he walks away.

My hand instinctively go up to my head where the scar is and I feel tears burning in my eyes, threatening to spill. Four runs over and kneels down next to my face.

"Hey, are you okay, Tris?"

I can't manage to say anything, so I just nod. He holds out his hand offering to help me up. I know that I have to use it otherwise I will fall right back down, just like at the hospital. I put my shaking hand in his and he helps me up.

"Let's go, shall we?" Marlene says nervously. Everyone is giving me that kicked puppy look, well except for Four.

I walk slowly I homeroom and Four matches my pace. He has his hand up and it sometimes grazes my elbow.

As soon as the group is farther up ahead and is talking about a movie they saw, Four turns to me and he stops. He grabs my elbow and I feel fireworks.

I look up from the ground in shock and his eyes are widened too.

He shakes it off quickly and he turns to talk to me.

"You know him, don't you." He says.

I find myself nodding and he says "I feel bad that you do."

I let out a little laugh and stare up into his eyes.

His eyes find my scar and travel along it. I start to get self conscious and look at my shoes.

"Hey look at me." He tips my chin up.

"It's okay to have scars. Everyone has scars."

I smile a little and then he asks me how it happened. My eyes fill with tears AGAIN. How embarrassing. I think to myself. He must think I'm a big crybaby.

I think Four notices that it is a sensitive question because he rubs my arm.

"You know I shouldn't have asked. I'm very stupid when it comes to personal stuff."

I laugh a bit and he rubs the back of his neck. He starts walking and I walk with him.

"Umm...... This might be kind if personal, too. I'm not really sure. But what did Peter do to you. Like why did you scream?"

"He umm....... Well....... Um......... He just..... pulled my hair." I say.

"Mmmmm..." He answers. Obviously he doesn't believe me. But who am I kidding. I wouldn't believe myself either.

And with that I walk faster than him and go into homeroom.