Why can't we be friends? A divergent highschool fanfiction

Chapter 2: My name is Beatrice

Beatrice pov:

After what happened this morning, I have been on edge. What happened is not supposed to happen. I am supposed to be the nerd and focus on my school and future, now he talked to me after 12 years of saying nothing. This can not happen. We do not mix. Maybe I'm just overthinking this all, he just talked to me for like five minutes, because I forgot my bag. Anyways, it's not like we exchanged friendship bracelets and have nick names for each other or something. Oh wait, well at least we didn't do one of those two things. I shake my head as I close my locker and head to my fourth period history class.

I walk into the classroom and go to the very back corner. Even though I am smart, I still don't like the attention to be on me, so I go to the back so that I won't be called on as often. Unfortunately, this is also where the popular and jocks sit, because they are "to cool for school".

It takes a few minuets for the classroom to start filling up. The class appears to all be here, but then he walks in. Just my luck. There are two seats left, one in the very front, and one right next to me. "Typical." I mumble under my breath.

He walks back towards me and sit down. "Go away." I demand. "Ouch, no way I'm sitting up there in the front." He says.

"I said go! Sit somewhere else!" I fight.
"Nope." He says popping the p.
I bang my head on my books. I take a deep breath and try calming down. Maybe if I'm nice, he will move."Would you please move, I don't want to have to punch you." Smooth Tris. Real smooth.

Before he gets a chance to answer the teacher walks in and says "I hope you like you're seats, because this is where you will be sitting for the next semester." The whole class groans, except for Four and I. "Great, now I'm stuck with you." I mumble. "You know you love me Tris." He says looking at me with a smirk, but I just keep looking towards the front of the room. "It's Beatrice." I growl. "Mhmmm" he replies. As much as I don't want to admit it, he won this time.

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As soon as the bell rings I dart out of the classroom and throw my things in my locker. I grab my running shoes and head outside towards the track. Right now is my lunch time, but after all that, I don't have much of an appetite. I take off my toms and change into my tennis shoes, giving them a neat tie. I walk over to the starting line and set my phone there on the ground. I turn it onto the timer app and count to three before I start it.
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I press start and take off running the track around the football field. I have never really done sports at all growing up, but I have always loved running. It makes me feel free. Like I can do anything, all I have to do is run to get there. But sometimes, I feel like I never really have a destination, its like I can't stop running. I just keep going and going forever with no purpose. Like nothing I am doing right now matters, because I still haven't figured out the difference between where my heart wants me to go, and where my head wants me to go.

I get back to the starting line in a minuet and 34 seconds. I bend over and take in deep breathes. "Ooh, not only is a fast walker, but a fast runner too. Bravo." A voice behind me says.
"What, are you stalking me now?" I ask with my eyebrows raised. "And I'm actually trying to go faster and get around the track in a minuet" I add.

"Ooh faster? Good luck with that, and you know I can ask you the same thing. I always come out here on Monday's. Looks like you beat me here though. "Ya it does." I say not going any further with the conversation. I walk past him and back into the school building.

Lunch time is still not over so I go into the lunch room and sit down at a table on my own. I put my earphones in and listen to The story of my life, by one direction. In the middle of the song, I feel a tap in my shoulder. I turn around in my seat and am surprised to see Four down on one knee holding my toms. I pause my music and take my earphones out of my ears. I stand up and say "what the heck are you doing!"
By now the whole cafeteria is watching in awe. It's not everyday that you see a nerdy and a popular talking to one another outside of class. "You left your shoes on the bleachers." He says matter-of-factly. "Well then why the heck are you down on one knee?" I exclaim. "I wanted be like Prince Charming and put them on for you." With that he grabs my right foot and I fall to the ground, landing on my side. I groan at the impact and his eyes widen. "You're not my Prince Charming!" I yell standing up, then grabbing my shoes from him and marching out of the cafeteria. Even as I walk out I can here a loud chorus of "OH! She told you's"

I walk to my locker and slide down against it. Why is this happening? Nobody is supposed to talk to me. At all. "Tris? Where are you?" I hear Four ask running down the hall. He sees me and walks up to me and slides down the lockers next to me. "It's Beatrice." I say annoyed not looking him in the eye.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't know everyone would watch and I definitely didn't know you were going to fall. I was just trying to be funny." he says pleadingly.
I let out a sigh and say "Fine, Ya whatever. You're forgiven." He smiles a big goofy smile and I can't help, but let out a small laugh. "No way." He says.
"What?" I ask confused. "You just laughed." He responds smirking. "No I didn't I say pushing back a smile. "Yes you did! I made you laugh!" The smile forces it's way onto my face and I give up. "Fine, I laughed."

We sit in silence for a minuet after that and he takes one of my earphones out of my ear. As he hears Story of my life play his face scrunches up "you have a terrible taste in music."
"I do not!" I retort. "Name someone else you like to listen to then."
"Hmmmm, Pentatonix." I say.
"Okay, not bad." He says.
"Not bad? What do you like?" I ask defensively. "Uh, you know. Hard rock, heavy metal and stuff like that."
"Oh really? Let me see you're phone." I say grabbing it from his hands. He tries to take it back from me, but doesn't get it. I open his phone with no problem. "you really need to put a password on this." He just scrunches his eyebrows at me. I click on his playlist and see it is full of Katy perry, fifth harmony, one direction, 5sos, and best of all spongebob songs.

I fall to my side holding my stomach as I scroll through laughing. "Okay, okay that's enough!" He says snatching his phone back. "Man this information is gold! Heavy metal and rock? Uhuh. And you say I have bad taste!"

"Hey have you heard Goofy goober rock? Spongebob is a beast in that song!" I roll my eyes as the bell sounds.
"Well Tris, I think that we are gonna be pretty good friends." He says standing up. He holds his hand out for me to grab, but instead I just stand up, brush myself off, say "I wouldn't count on it." and leave him standing there.

Hey initiates! Happy new year! It's 2015! I know a lot of you have messaged me saying that you want an update on this story, so I was like "you know what, I'm gonna update because I loved all the messages you guys sent me (you know who you are). So I hope you enjoyed this funny chapter, wanted to make it kind of light-hearted.

QOTD: it's a new year! What are your resolutions(or goals)?

My answer: That I would have a six pack before summer, grow in my relationship with God, and go way out of my comfort zone on something! Oh and be able to make new stories and update even more often of course!

Remember to be eaton that cake!