Chapter 1

Longer Summary:

Eighteen-year-old Tris Prior is the first daughter. Her mother, the President of the United States, keeps her on a tight leash. But all she's ever wanted to do was be free. All of her bodyguards who're constantly on her, which she wishes would just go the hell away. She's lonely. But the thing is, she's never alone. But when she goes to France for one week for her mother's politics, she gets to see her friend Christina, who is the daughter of France's president. They've been long-time friends their whole life. She convinces her mother to let her go out to a concert with only two bodyguards. Tris figures out that there's twenty undercover at the concert, and does a costume switch with another girl in the bathroom. Along the way of the escape, she bumps into a mysterious English Four, who follows her around the continent of Europe just make sure she's safe. He doesn't know her true identity. Or so she thinks.

-Paris, France-

Tris boarded the airplane to France, angry with her mother and father. Just because her mother was the President of the United States didn't mean she needed to be under 24/7 security. All Tris wanted to do was go to a concert with the French President's daughter and her long-time friend Christina.

"Mom. All I want is a little freedom," Tris said once the plane took off. "You understand, right, Dad?"

The First Man shrugged. "You attract a lot of attention out there, hon. Being as gorgeous as you are, too. There a lot of creepy people out there. You know that."

Tris sighed and rolled her eyes. She was used to not getting what she wanted; her parents raised her to appreciate the things she had. And she did. But not the bodyguards. She understood why they'd want to overprotective, but she's a legal adult at eighteen years old, and she knew how to defend herself.

"I understand," she said. "I do. But Christina really wants me to come to this concert. What if you only sent one bodyguard?"

Tris's mother sighed. "Honey…"

"What about Bud? He's one of the best!"

"Two," Natalie said. "Bud and Tori."

"Seriously?" Tris said with excitement. "Promise?"

"Never ask a president to promise something," her father said.

"I'm not asking the president. I'm asking my mom," Tris said.

Her mother nervously looked at Andrew. "Promise," she breathed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, Mom!"

Tris pulled out her phone and started to text Christina. Tris was ecstatic. This would be the least protected she'd ever been. Her mom was in the office since she was twelve, and she had two more years left in her second term.

"Oh, come on," Caleb said. "What about me? Robert will be there. He would want to go too."

Robert Black was the son of Prime Minister Black from England. He and Caleb were close friends.

"Fine. Fine. You four better not get into any trouble, you hear me?" Tris's mom said.

"Yes, Mom," Caleb said. He was the same age as Tris, them being twins.

And the rest of the way there, Tris fantasizes over what it will be like tonight. They say America is free. Everyone is free there.

Not when you live in the White House.

Caleb understood above anyone else. They were always close, they hardly ever argued, and he just wanted to be free, like Tris. They understood each other, which brought them together. All Tris could think about was getting out of all the politics and actually getting to be a normal teenager for once. Well, with the exception of Bud and Tori, who she actually liked.

But Tris was finally free, and she wasn't even in America.

When they arrived at their five-star hotel, they were immediately swarmed with the press. Of course, the bodyguards protected them.

Tris really saw no need for them. They could handle themselves perfectly well.

Since it was 5:20 now and the gathering at the president's mansion started at six, they needed to hurry.

Of course Tris had a stylist, but she sent her off. Tris knew what she was wearing, and she could do everything herself. She got out her unwrinkled dress from her suitcase and put it on in the bathroom since she was sharing a room with Caleb. The dress was dark blue and knee-length. It went over one shoulder and ruffled at the bottom. She put on navy heels to match the dress, then left her curly golden locks down. She didn't bother doing anything with her hair. Since she woke up early to board the plane, she didn't do any makeup.

She only put on mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, then she was done. It was 5:40 when she finished, and she stepped out.

Tris and Caleb began to walk over to their parents' room. The bodyguards stepped aside when they approached, and they entered.

"Are you guys ready?" Tris asked.

"One minute," their mother said. She stepped out and smiled.

"Oh, Beatrice," Natalie said, "you look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Mom. So do you."

"Let's go, kids," Andrew said.

They went down the elevator with the bodyguards in each of the four corners. They stepped out, and the press was swarming. They quickly rushed to car to escort them to the mansion.

When they arrived, Tris stepped out, itching to find her friend. The concert started in one hour, and she only had to spend a half our downstairs with her mother to make an appearance.

She immediately spotted Christina, and she spotted her.

"Tris!" she squealed in her adorable French accent.

"Chris!"

They hugged, incredibly happy to see each other.

"How are you?" Chris asked in her best english, even though Tris spoke french just for this reason.

"I'm good. How about you?"

"Fantastic. Are you excited for the concert? I know I am. They're huge here in France. I'm so glad you can come."

"Me too," Tris said. "I'm so excited. This hour won't go by quick enough."

But it did. It was only a half hour, and Christina dragged Tris up to her room.

"Okay," Chris said. "Your hair. Nobody can recognize you. I've got pink, blue, and purple temporary dye for your hair. It comes out with one shower. Which one?"

Tris grinned, wanting to jump up and down. "All of them."

"Let's do this."

In the end, there was dark pink at the top, light purple in the middle, and a dark blue at the bottom.

"I love it! Nobody will even recognize me."

"Okay, now put this on."

Christina handed her black high-waisted shorts with a medium length dark pink tube top that matched her hair. It only revealed a little skin on her stomach. Chris then handed her wayfarer sunglasses since the sun was going down right now.

"This is so cute, Chris. How'd you know I'd pick pink?"

She shrugged. "I hoped."

Tris grinned. "Let's go."

Chris was wearing shorts with a band t-shirt of the band they were going to see, and Tris though she looked great.

Tris kept her navy heels on because they matched with her hair.

They headed out the window. Tris told her parent she was leaving earlier, when she actually went up to Chris's room.

They jumped down stealthily, and exited the property. There weren't any guards out back because they were all busy on the inside.

They were half-jogging, and Tris was ecstatic already. She was totally unprotected, and it felt exhilarating. Bud and Tori were already at the place the band was performing though. The streets were crowded with vendors and people, all trying to get to their separate places.

Christina was dragging her through the streets, and when the got to a more clear area that was less crowded, Tris bumped into a man standing beside his motorcycle, looking down on his phone. His head snapped up.

Tris was still being dragged, but she quickly lifted her sunglasses and laughed, waving. "Sorry!"

And for the slightest moment, he smiled, and she saw his dark blue mesmerizing eyes. "You're fine."

Tris turned back to Christina, and they entered the place. Chris handed the man the tickets, and they entered excitedly.

She immediately spotted Bud and Tori.

Tris was enjoying the concert seconds later in the big crowd up front. She felt so free. So liberated.

And she absolutely loved it.

"This is awesome!" she shouted.

"I know!"

Tris looked around, grinning, but it soon faded. She spotted one, two, three, seven, eleven, fifteen, guards undercover with their finger up to their ears holding their comms. Tris didn't know what to think. All she wanted was a little freedom, and Bud and Tori were there still. Tris just couldn't believe it. Her mom never lied to her.

Or so she thought.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Tris yelled.

"What's the matter?" Chris shouted back.

"Guards. My mom promised there'd only be two."

Chris's eyebrows shot up. Then she grinned. "Come with me. I have an idea."

So she did. She lead Tris to the bathroom, and she told her the plan.

Tris switched clothes with a girl with the same hair as her, but kept the sunglasses. Tris paid the girl twenty bucks. Now she had on black Vans with white laces, black shorts, and a white tube top, revealing half her stomach. Tris felt overexposed, but she never felt more liberated.

"Meet me at the World Body-Painting Festival here in a week and a half. Explore Europe. Please. For me."

Tris grinned and hugged her.

The girl in her clothes stomach out and onto the floor, and the guards rushed to her, thinking she was Tris. She quickly slipped past them, and ran out. She could already hear the guards coming after her.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Tris said. Tris had to get out of here. This was her only chance, and she would get out of here.

Then she spotted the man with the motorcycle.

She sprinted over there before she could lose the courage.

"Hey, can I get a ride? Like now?" She looked behind her. They were getting closer.

The man raised an eyebrow and looked behind her, then shrugged. "Sure." He had an endearing english accent. He handed her the only helmet and got on, as did she.

Tris looked behind her again. "Hurry, hurry, hurry," she said to the man.

And he did. They sped off, and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you so much!" she yelled.

He didn't reply, just went faster.

Then a black car roared behind them.

They were trailing her.

He sped up even more, then went into an alley where a car wouldn't fit. He kept going and turned multiple times. They finally had lost them.

The man stopped the motorcycle and got off after Tris did.

Tris took off the helmet and flipped her rainbow hair. She handed him the helmet.

She grinned. "Thanks for the ride." She turned and began to walk down the alley.

"Wait," the man said, jogging to catch up to her. He chuckled. "What's your name?"

Tris thought for a second. Everyone knew her as Beatrice, but everyone close to her called her Tris, and not many people knew that.

"Tris," she said.

"And no last name?"

She shrugged. "What about you?"

"Oh, how incredibly rude of me," he said, smirking in a true english accent. "My name is Four."

She smirked and chuckled, crossing her arms. "What, like the number?"

"Exactly like the number," he said leaning forward, also crossing his arms. "So what crime did I just help you commit?"

"No crime. Just escaping from my family."

"Crazy, are they?"

She shook her head. "Nope. In fact they're quite the opposite."

"Oh really?"

"They just keep me on a tight leash. I've never actually been on a motorcycle, or worn clothes like this, or really outside that much."

"I bet they're wealthy?"

She nodded. "It sucks."

Four rolled his eyes. "Because staying in a five-star hotel and having mints laid on your pillow is just horrible."

Tris chuckled. "No. It's not like that. I just don't have any freedom."

He nodded. "I get it."

Tris snickered. "I doubt it."

"So where are you going?" he asked, as if he hadn't heard her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. To explore." She grinned.

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Where might that be?"

"I'm thinking Milan, then Florence, then Venice, then Prague, then Berlin. Once I'm done with Berlin, I'll go to Amsterdam, then London, then finish up in Dublin. That sounds about right. Then I'm coming back to Paris to meet my friend for the World Body-Painting Festival. "

Four's eyebrows rise. "All of that? Why?"

She laughed. "Why not?" She said that to a lot of things; it was practically her life motto. Well, at least, it would be now that she was free.

Four laughed too.

"Anyway, again, thanks for the ride, dude. Four. Number boy." She winked at him. "I'll see you around." She began to walk in the opposite direction of him again.

"Wait," he said again. "Don't you think you'll get lonely?"

She turned around and shrugged. "I'm used to it."

"Well why don't I come with you? I know a thing or two about Europe." He smirked.

She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

He shrugged and copied herm smiling. "Why not?"