Devil Takes the Hindmost

A/N: Hello fanfiction! I've wanted to do this fanfic for a very long time, but I never got the chance! Now here we are, at the beginning of a (hopefully) long fanfic! Divergent's the game, Tris is her name! Takes place in an AU normal world, no factions or serums! Make sure to read and review!

"I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot
But you came along, and my heart went pop!
You took a little street car to my heart,
and an apple of love fell off my apple cart!"

These words echoed in Beatrice Prior's ears as the winds of fall swept her hair over her shoulder. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat as she hit stop on her iPod, and took out her ear buds. Standing before her was the looming shadow of Callister High School, the local institute for teenagers

Beatrice and her family had just moved to Chicago, all the way from a small town in Maryland. It had been a long journey, and Beatrice wasn't used to big cities and loud cars. She flinched every time she heard the loud honk of cars, or the foul language used by the city's youth. It wasn't exactly what she was used to, but just like her brother had said, they would have to make do.

Waving to her parents as they drove away in a beaten up old Honda, she adjusted the strap on her black backpack. Sweat began to form on the back of her neck, and she hoped no one would know she was new. Well, it couldn't have been that hard to notice. She was wearing grey sneakers on her feet, and a blue button down shirt with simple jeans. Nothing like the revealing tank tops and transparent t-shirts the girls wore here. Taking her first step forward, she began to walk into a slow pace, as she entered the gigantic school.

The school was two floors, with long hallways that were peppered with lockers and student made posters. Students would linger at the entrance doorway, and it was harder than normal to actually push her way through them, earning her glares and unhelpful comments. A blush arose in her cheeks as she looked down, then without thinking she tripped over a pair of black boots.
Humiliation took her quickly, and she scrambled to her feet, picking up her backpack and her iPod. Storing it away, she apologized profusely.
"Wow, I'm sorry, I swear it was my fault…" she mumbled as she looked at the face that was glaring deeply at her and she tensed up. The boy was taller than most boys she's seen, with black tattoos on his neck, and strange piercings in his eyebrows. His cold eyes bore as he shrugged, and grunted in response, but as she walked away she knew he wouldn't let this go so easily.
Fearing the worst for social interaction, she entered the office, which was to the left hand side of the hallway. She felt a wave of calmness rush over her as she went up to the front desk

"Um, excuse me?" she asked quietly, "I'm the new transfer from Maryland…Beatrice?"

One of the secretaries, a young woman with a lovely face smiled at her and told her she'd gather her schedule soon. In the mean time, Beatrice sat down and was surprised to see another student sitting down next to her, but for a completely different purpose.

The girl had dark skin, and her hair was a deep shade of ebony. Her leather covered arms were crossed, and her chocolate brown eyes scanned the office with a deep loather. However, they fell on Beatrice and a smirk curved her lips.
"New transfer, huh?" she asked, her eyes looking Beatrice up and down. Beatrice nodded, and turned away, slightly scared of the consequences that would arrive. The girl smiled and stuck her hand out to her, obviously liking her already

"I'm Christina. Christina Dowes. You?"

Before Beatrice could answer, the secretary that had gathered her schedule glared at Christina and snapped "Christina, silent. Mrs. Matthews will see you in a while. This is the third time this year you've-"

"Broken a locker?" Christina interrupted, grinning. A cats like smile roamed her face as she looked over the secretary "That wasn't the third it was the fifth!"

The secretary stuck her nose up in disapproval, as she beckoned Beatrice over. Beatrice stood quickly and nodded to Christina, happy to have met someone at least. She looked over the schedule and noticed she had Math in room B12
"Um, Miss…Appleby?" she asked, looking at the nameplate. "How would I be able to get to Room B12?"

Miss Appleby smiled and said "Take a right, and then keep going, then take the next left in the hallway. Mr. Eccleston will be in room right next to the computer lab, sweetie."

Beatrice smiled, and nodded in thanks "Thank you, ma'am." She then quickly exited the office, leaving the sweet secretary and the strange Christina behind. Her eyes scanned the schedule, looking over what she had. Math…Science…English…

Suddenly, she bumped into someone and dropped her schedule. A groan threatened to escape her lips as she bent down to pick it up, but instead found someone had already picked it up for her. She stood up straight and found herself face to face with beautiful deep blue eyes. A deep strong voice then spoke, snapping her out of her fervor.

"You dropped this?"

Stunned, Beatrice nodded and took it carefully from the boy's hand. He was definitely a looker, with deep blue eyes and she could see the hints of black tattoos on the back of his neck. Nodding, she stood there, paralyzed by his eyes, before the boy gently took her hand and shook it

"Tobias. Tobias Eaton." He said, his eyes glimmering with hints of amusement. She nodded, and then found herself struggling to remember her name. Then when it came to her, she quickly answered back "Beatrice. Beatrice Prior.

He smiled and bit his lip as he let go of her hand. Beatrice knew she was blushing hard and soon ran off into the dizzying crowd, still remembering the sparkling eyes of the handsome stranger she just encountered. Soon, she found herself repeating his name over and over again in her head, as if never wanting to forget it.

Course, she never wanted to forget it.

And that's all for my first chapter! Please read and review! THANKS!