The alarm blared its jarring ring at least ten times before I slammed my hand down on the snooze button. I did not want to wake up. Especially since today was my first day at my new high school. Divergent High. I don't know who thought of that, but it's stupid. "Beatrice! Get up! Do you seriously want to be late for your first day?" Of course she had to make a big deal about it. Not like I care. I drag my zombie self out of bed and start to get ready. Black skinny jeans, gray tank top, gray flowy shirt with sparkles on it. Then I brush out my waist length blonde hair, put on a purple beanie, add some makeup, and I'm ready. I run down the stairs and grab a banana on my way out. "Beatrice, you should eat more than that for breakfast," Mom says before I can walk out the door. I smirk slightly. "Don't you have a flight to catch, Mom?" I say before I slam the door. It's not like I don't love my mom, because I totally do. But she acts all strict and has all these rules and she's never here to enforce them. She is a fashion designer for this magazine, I don't know what it's called. My dad coaches a soccer team and he's never here either. I climb into my electric blue Accord and drive off, blaring my music. I pull into the school parking lot and head to the front office to register. The guy working at the desk has all these crazy piercings, but he's pretty cute. He doesn't look older than 19. "Hi, I'm here to register," I say lightly, trying not to sound nervous. "Ah, yes, you're Beatrice Prior, correct?" "Actually it's just Tris." That's my standard response when someone calls me by my full name. "All right, here you go. Your handbook, schedule, and locker combo." "Thanks," I smile. "Sure thing."
I don't want to call attention to myself as I slip quietly into my homeroom. I scan the room for an empty seat, and spot one. Fortunately, it happens to be next to this incredibly hot guy. Unfortunately, the teacher calls me out. "Everyone, this is our new student, Beatrice Prior," he says in this deep booming voice. I try not to growl in frustration. "Actually, it's just Tris," I say as calmly as I can. "Okay, Tris, there's an empty seat next to Four over there." I raise an eyebrow. The incredibly hot guy's name is Four? Things just got weird. I walk to my new seat and sit next to Four. I tune out the teacher while he's talking and start to doodle on my notebook. Then I hear Four speak. "Hey," he says. "Hi," I reply. "I'm Four." "Tris." "Nice beanie," he smirks. "I'm guessing that's a compliment, so thanks," I say sarcastically, turning back to my doodles.
First period ends, and I look at my schedule and try to figure out where the hell I'm going, with no luck. Four stops in front of me, and I bump into him, landing flat on my ass. Nice. "Ow," I mutter. He says, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Tris! I didn't see you behind me." He holds his hands out to help me up, which I gladly accept. "It's okay," I smile. He smiles back. "Do you think you could help find my classes? Because I have no idea where I'm going," I stammer. "Sure."
THREE WEEKS LATER
"Come on, Tris! We're going to be late for the party!" Christina honks her horn at me while I'm finishing my makeup. I want to look good for Four, but I don't know why. Maybe I like him. I'm not sure. I'm running out the door with my Converse in one hand and my crossbody bag in the other. Chris backs out of my driveway, and we speed off to the party, singing along to Taylor Swift.
The party is packed. Christina and I have to yell at each other to be heard. "So, do you like him?" "Who?" "Four, you dummy!" "Maybe, I don't know." "Well, he likes you!" That stops me from dancing for a minute. "He what?" "He likes you, Tris. Haven't you seen the way he looks at you?" "No."
Chris pulls my arm. "Come on, let's go play truth or dare with the group," she says. I let her drag me to the basement, where Uriah, Marlene, Zeke, Shauna, Will, and Four are waiting. "There's my girl," says Uriah sluggishly. He's clearly drunk. We all sit down in a circle. Marlene starts first. "Christina." "Dare." Dance like a monkey on top of the pool table. She scowls, then does exactly that. Christina looks around the room until her eyes settle on me. "Tris." I am not going to do a dare, so I say, "Truth." Chris smiles wickedly. "Do you like Four?" I glare at her and then pull my shirt off. Thank goodness I am wearing a tank top. I am sitting on his right. "Shauna." "Dare!" she squeals. "Play 7 minutes with Zeke in the closet." She drags him into the closet. We all huddle around the door to hear them. Zeke moans and Shauna giggles. We run back to the circle before they come out. Shauna's hair is all messy, and Zeke's pulling his shirt back on. Four wolf whistles. "Nice going, Zeke!" Shauna smirks. "Four." "Dare." "Kiss the cheek of the person sitting on your right." Oh God. He won't do it. Will he? He leans over and softly kisses my cheek. Everyone starts cheering, then laughing when I blush. We continued the game. Four keeps nudging me.
"Triiisss you know you like himmmm," Christina slurs, then acts like she's going to throw up on me. I push her up and and shove her on the couch. "Okay, Will needs to take you home before you hurl on me!" I giggle. I can't help it. I feel all giddy after Four kissed me. The fact that he did it says a lot. "Will! Get this thing off me!" I shriek as she starts gagging. He runs in and carries her out and drives away in her car. Well, great. Now I have no ride. I walk around until I find Uriah. I want to ask him to take me home, but then I remember he's drunk. Four walks up. "Hey, Tris," he says. He looks pretty happy. "So, how about that Truth or Dare game?" "It was fun. I liked it." "I know you did! Especially when you blushed," he smirks. "Yeah..." He changes the subject. "Where's Christina?" "Oh, Will had to take her home, and now I have no way home." "I'll take you home," he says. "Really?" I perk up. "Come on," he says. We walk out to his truck. It's nice and black. He opens my door for me, and then walks around to the other side and gets in. The ride was silent until Four spoke up."So when Christina asked if you like me, why didn't you answer?" I am so confused. Why is he bringing this up now? "I don't know," I mutter. "Obviously you do, because you're blushing," he snaps. "What are you so angry about, Four? I didn't answer the question because I didn't want to!" I shout at him. Jeez, how did this escalate so quickly?
"Why didn't you want to answer the question? You wouldn't hurt my feelings if you said no, okay?" "I wasn't going to say no." "What do you mean?" "I do like you, Four, I just didn't want everybody to know about it. And if you don't like me back, then I guess I came here for no reason," I say, then look away so he doesn't see the blush on my cheeks. I feel the truck stop and look around. We're at my house. My empty house, because Caleb had some stupid club thing, Mom's in Italy, and Dad's somewhere across the country with his stupid soccer team. Four sighs. "Come on. Look at me, Tris. It's okay. I feel the same way about you, alright?" I turn back to him. I smirk slightly. First he was my best friend, and now it will be something more. "Come on, I'll walk to the door," he says, coming around to open the door for me. We walk to my front door together. "Where are your parents, Tris?" he asks, confused. "My mom's in Italy, and my dad is with his soccer team. And my brother is off doing smart school scholar stuff. So I'm alone, as usual," I say as calmly as possible. "You could come hang out with me," Four suggests. "No, it's okay. I like the alone time," I giggle, but stop when I see the red welt marks all over his arm. I grab his arm and pull the sleeve up. "What is this, Four?" "That's nothing. Don't worry about it." Four snatches his arm back. "My dad's not home, so you can come with me if you want." I think for a split second, then follow him. We drive to his house. Four stops suddenly. "Shit," he breathes. "What?" "He isn't supposed to be home until later," he replies. I see a shadow pass by the window and Four flinches. "Why do you have those marks on you, Four?" I ask gently. He looks at me, frightened. "Him," he says.
"Your dad did this to you? Why?" Four doesn't answer. I start to open my door. Four reaches across me and slams it shut again. "What are you doing?" he hisses. "You stay here, I'm going to check this out." I'm out of the truck before he can stop me. I march up to the front door and knock very loudly. Four's dad opens the door and looks shocked to see me. "Who are you?" "My name is Tris." "You're the girl my son keeps talking about. What has he said about me?" I am startled. "What do you mean?" Before I can look back at Four, I am pulled inside the house.
He slams me against the wall. He has me in a choke hold. "Why are you hanging out with him? You look about as worthless as he is!" I struggle to loosen his grip, little whimpers coming out of my mouth as I fight him. "Let go of me!" I scream, my voice sounding strained and weak. The door opens and Four says, "What the hell do you think you're doing to her?" He runs to the man and punches him in the face. I crash to the floor and yelp. Four grabs me and pulls me up and hugs me. "Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear. "Yeah..." Four pulls his phone out and calls 911.
Four's dad is in jail. I have texted Four at least six times today. He won't answer.