Author's Note: Why hello there. This is my first fanfiction that I've wrote and I'm uploading, I've been too scared to do so beforehand. Well, anyway. I wanted to do a story where Tris and Four's relationship develops over time, not like all these ones where they fall in love straight away blah blah yeah anyway. I know there is a ton of these AU high school fanfictions, but I'm hoping to put my own spin on it, so yeah, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own Divergent, or any of the characters mentioned in this fic, Veronica Roth does, blahhhh.

Ugh. First day back at school today.

I stare at myself in the mirror, brushing my blonde locks that cascade lifelessly over my shoulders. I desperately attempt to make my hair somewhat presentable, giving up when my brush gets stuck in my hair.

"God damn it." I mumble, tugging angrily on the brush when my brother Caleb bursts into my room. I look at him through the mirror, raising my eyebrows at him when he doesn't say anything.

"Yes Caleb?" I ask, still pointlessly trying to untangle the brush from my hair. Caleb just rolls his eyes and laughs slightly, walking over to help me. He isn't all that bad my brother. He manages to rid my hair of the infernal brush and begins glossing over his school schedule, leaning against my vanity. I tsk quietly, not really listening to his incessant blabbering and begin to apply a small amount of makeup, giving up with my hair. I walk over to my bed and reach down to heave the school bag perched on the end of it over my shoulder with a slight groan, tuning back into Caleb's rant.

"…so I really think it would be in your best interest if you joined lab club after school".

I scoff and raise my eyebrows.

"Lab club? Seriously Caleb, don't be ridiculous." I reply, walking downstairs, Caleb close behind me, still trying to convince me to join his nerd club. As soon as I reach the kitchen, an apple flies in my direction. I catch it with ease, grinning at my father who compliments my catch. I hastily take a bite out of the apple and take one last glance at myself before I leave. Black skinny jeans, black strappy top and a casual grey blazer, topped off with my favourite combat boots. I exhale with satisfaction, grabbing Caleb's car keys and throwing them to him.

"Bye mom, bye dad." I call out, receiving a "Goodbye Sweetheart!" in return. Caleb and I make our way out to his car and clamber quickly inside. I pull my messenger bag onto my lap and rummage inside it and pull out my schedule.

Math, Chemistry, Double French and Physics. How fabulous.

I groan, causing Caleb to give me a concerned glance.

"You alright there Beatrice?" He asks, causing me to glare at him.

"It's Tris, Caleb. TRIS. As in T-R-I-S."

Caleb just rolls his eyes at me and we spend the rest of the journey making idle chit chat and discussing where to meet each other after school. After a ten minute drive, we pull into the school parking lot and I inhale deeply. I slowly get out of the car and look up at the dull place I'm forced to spend six hours a day at with people I hate. I suck my teeth quietly and slowly trek up to the school, exchanging pleasantries with people on the way.

I finally spot Christina hanging with Will and Uriah and I sigh in relief, a grin spreading across my face. Squealing, Christina runs over to me and envelops me into a bone-crushing hug.

"TRIS OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH." Christina yells.

"I saw you two days ago Chris." I manage to spit out. "Dude I can't breathe let go of me" I hiss, causing her to let go of me, chuckling slightly.

Uriah grins at me and gives me a high five before pulling me into a quick hug, one much more comfortable than the one Christina gave me. Comparing schedules, the three of us slowly make our way into school, not really paying attention to where we're going. Suddenly, my face is smashed up against someone's chest.

"Damn, sorry." I mumble, looking up to see a familiar face.

Four.

"You will be." He replies, pushing past me in the opposite direction.

I roll my eyes.

Four and I aren't exactly friends. Well, that's kind of an understatement, we hate each other. I'm not entirely sure why, but we do. That's just how high school works, the popular kids hate the normal kids and vice versa. In all honesty I don't know much about Four, only that he's incredibly rude, selfish and stuck up, despite his gorgeous looks.

I huff loudly and shuffle inside, making my way to Math class. Upon arrival, I make my way to my usual seat at the middle of the second row beside Will, the only one of my friends in my math class. Mr Murphy asks the class to settle down and they reluctantly comply.

"Now then class, we're going to pick up where we left off last year and continue studying inverse proportion!" He says cheerily.

I groan inwardly, whilst the rest of the class expresses their groans out loud. The door then slams open and I see Four strolling in with Zeke. Mr Murphy raises his eyebrows at them, clearly expecting an explanation for them being late, however the two boys just saunter obliviously to their seats.

"Boys why are you late?" Murphy asked calmly.

Four just shrugs and I scoff, earning myself a malicious glare from the brown-haired boy. I flash back a sweet, sarcastic smile at him.

Mr Murphy just sighs and continues teaching.

Math class drags. I end up leaving the classroom with about three spit balls in my hair. How mature of them. I glance down at my schedule and prepare to head towards my chemistry class when I'm flung into the lockers, Peter and his cronies, Four included, glaring at me. I wince as my shoulder collides with the hard metal, causing Peter to grin.

"Well, Stiff, it's been a while."

"Get lost Peter." I snarl.

Peter laughs, as does his friend Eric. They step closer to me.

"I'd watch your mouth if I was you, Stiff." Peter spits.

I was about to come out with some witty and sarcastic comeback, fully well knowing it would probably end up getting me punched when I get interrupted.

"Leave her alone guys." Four mumbles.

My jaw drops open slightly before I hastily snap it shut again. Four's defending me?

"What did you say?" Peter turns around, squaring up to Four. "Taken I liking to the Stiff have we Four?".

Four scoffs. "No, she just isn't worth our time." He defended himself.

Peter nodded slightly, before shooting me a warning look and an insult, before beckoning his followers to go with him. I glance at Four. He glares at me.

"Watch your back stiff." He says quietly. "I won't always be around to get you out of these situations you know." And with that he left.

..What the?

Authors note: ok I am totally disappointed with the way this ended but seriously I have a plot line and once I've done a few chapters I really think I can get it better. It'd mean the world if you reviewed? I mean you don't have to, but feedback would be nice considering I just wrote this instead of revising for my physics test tomorrow, just saying:') THANKS FOR READING THOUGH AWH.