A.N./So, hi! I'm DauntlessProdigy4Life! This is technically my first fanfiction: my other oneshot, World of Divergent was written after I wrote this first chapter, but I posted that first. I hope you like it!
The war was avoided, and Tris is looking forward to her happily ever after to Tobias. Adrenaline. Fun. Love. Happiness. But when they're promoted to Dauntless leadership, they realize they've been given an opportunity to completely alter the faction system and eliminate Divergent hunts completely. Forever. But will they take it? Fun and a fluffy Dauntless life intertwined with changing the world as they know it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Veronica Roth does. I do own a copy of Red by Taylor Swift. :D
~Tris POV~
I'm first. Yells and cheers resound around the Pit, but I'm only focused on one person right now. A certain Tobias Eaton.
Wrapped around each other. Molded into the other's body. Tobias gives me that little warm smile that says so much yet exposes so little - his trademark grin. "You made it," he says.
"I did," I mumble - not really to encourage the conversation - more to just answer his statement. I'm more interested in looking at him - in memorizing that little crease below his eyes when he smiles and the little bits of stubble lining his tanned skin. He caresses my cheek - his eyes filled with love and happiness. I'm pretty sure I look like that too, but he looks handsome when he has that tender expression on his face. I probably look dopey. But for once, I don't care how I look. The warmth of his breath brushes my upper lip, his eyes startlingly blue with all the softness and tranquility of the ocean. He moves the slightest bit closer, and electricity shoots through my body like a bullet. I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is racing. My hand moves without consent, tracing the lines of his face. Tobias. Tobias. He's all I can focus on - all I can see, live, and breathe. And then, after all those late night conversations and the talks and the warmth and the hesitant love, I can't wait anymore. Simultaneously, we pull each other closer, and our lips meet.
His lips are soft and warm, and his breath smells faintly of peppermint and has the faintest trace of espresso. I can't think, I can't do anything, the only thing that runs through my brain is that I'm kissing Tobias.
I am kissing Tobias.
And just like that it's over. There's a dead silence as everyone in the Pit stares, jaws dropped. The silence draws out for around ten seconds. I feel my cheeks flush scarlet as I take in shocked face after face. Wait. Shoot. Christina. I whirl around, a heartfelt apology making it's way to my lips.
"I'm so sorry Chr-"
"You never told us!" Christina shouts, the look on her face genuine surprise and shock. But she doesn't look angry. Wait, what? I suppress a cheer, a smile creeping onto my face. She doesn't look angry. Phew. I don't think I could handle losing my best friend. I steal a look at the people surrounding us, expressions on their face varying from glares to smiles. "I'm sorry, Chris. But not here, okay? Later." I give her a small smile. Sorry.
Christina bites her lip."After we pick our jobs, you're coming with me, okay?" She sighs, but can't keep up the facade of being angry for long. A small smile wiggles its way onto her face. She gives me a hug. "Tris, you just kissed FOUR!"
I allow myself a small grin of happiness. "I know." I look at Tobias. He gives a small nod, not wanting to be seen as weak. Ugh. Guys and their manliness. But he gives me a slight peck on the forehead anyway. I get into line, where Eric holds a thick sheaf of papers.
"Four, you picked this skinny little Stiff? Never thought it of you." Peter smirks and catches a single blonde hair in between his fingers, twirling it teasingly.
Tobias stops, and turns around to face Peter, scarily calm. "Did you just call her a skinny little Stiff?"
Peter, being the stupid idiot he is, confirms it. "I didn't call her one. She is one." This riles Tobias up even more, and he starts forward menacingly. I step in front of him though. He looks at me strangely. I bite my lip and whisper into his ear. "Tobias, I've got to do this. No one's going to respect me if I don't, even if I am first ranked." He sighs, and lets me pass. "Go, Tris. Do it."
"I am not a Stiff. I am Dauntless." Peter raises his eyebrows. "You? Not likely." He stares back lazily, almost daring me to do something.
I'm Dauntless.
I draw back my fist and smash it directly into his face. When I pull back my arm, there's a small trickle of scarlet blood under his nose. "Are you sure about that?" I smirk, to add to the effect.
Christina and Will whoop and clap. "You go, girl!" Christina shouts, which makes Peter's face turns beet red with anger. He leans close and whispers in my ear, "Better watch your step. Wouldn't want your pretty little face to get hurt, now would we? Oh - never mind. You don't have one." He pulls away and gets in line, still fuming.
"All right, Tris - because you ranked first, you get any pick of any job you want. What job would you like?" Eric says, sounding bored.
"I want to train transfer initiates," I decide. It's what everyone's expecting me to choose. But I want to do it. Eric looks up, a mix of surprise and relief on his face. Did he think I would choose leader? "Well, that's only a part time job, so pick another one too."
"I'll be the ambassador to factions. There's no other one, right?"
"Nope." Eric nods and holds out a small metal key.
"Apartment 16A," he says. I step aside, watching everyone else choose jobs. Uriah wants to train the Dauntless born and work in the control room the rest of the year. Lynn chooses to guard the fence. Peter decides to be a gladiator and fight people for entertainment. Next, Marlene grins and says "I want to be a Dauntless nurse!" I smile to myself. That job is perfect for her. I would probably suck at it. As in, making people even more bloody than they were when they came in. I mentally wince at that image. Ew.
Christina decides on helping Uriah train Dauntless born and work in the Dauntless clothing store in her spare time. She turns to Will sadly, her expression serious. "I'm sorry," she whispers. Will's number seven. He's going to the fence.
Suddenly, Eric looks up and scans the room.
"Will, pick a job. Lynn wants to guard the fence - we need one more initiate to stay in the Dauntless compound," he says. Will looks up in shock. "I want to work in the control room with Uriah," he says slowly, as if he can't quite believe it. Christina shrieks with joy and runs to him, an expression of pure joy on her face. He picks her up and twirls her around in ecstasy.
"All right, you remaining three Dauntless born will guard the fence," Eric says, as he picks up his papers and leaves quickly.
Tobias looks over at me, a huge smile plastered on his face. He grabs my hand and pulls me close. "There's a party tonight to celebrate your entry into Dauntless!" He sets me down and picks at his shirt, unraveling a few loose threads. "And also... I've, well, been thinking..."
"What?"
"Doyouwanttomovein?"
"WHAT?"
"Do you want to, you know, move into my apartment?"
My face breaks out in a grin, but I pretend as if I'm thinking hard.
"This is a really hard decision, considering I kinda live there already," I say, laughing. Tobias' eyes light up and he softly touches his lips to mine. I feel a rush of sudden warmth run through me, and I twine my arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss. Suddenly, a shout of "GET A ROOM!" breaks us apart. I turn to see Uriah and Marlene right next to us. Uriah shakes his head, grinning.
"That is so cliché, but... well, we kinda already have," I smirk, looking at Tobias. Christina dashes up, snatches my keys, and pulls me away. "We have GOT to talk about this! Come with me, no exceptions!" Marlene follows and I am pulled into my new apartment on the tenth floor. There's a floor to ceiling glass window straight ahead, letting in sunlight. A fluffy bed with black covers is in the corner, and a mini kitchen to my right. Christina locks the door behind me, and grins. "Now, Tris, PLEASE be girly JUST this once. When did this happen?"
"A couple days before initiation ended," I answer. "We didn't publicize it before because Four didn't want it to affect my ranking."
"Aww!" Marlene sighs. "That's so cute!"
"Yeah, I guess." I say, a bit uncomfortable. "Anyway, what's going on with you and Uriah?" I do my best to redirect the subject, and thankfully, they pick up on it.
"Me and Uriah?" Marlene asks, blushing. "Oh, umm, nothing."
"Come on!" Christina urges, leaning forward. "You guys should totally get together! Trust me and my relationship advice. You guys are perfect!"
Marlene seems to have cheered up as she gives us a small smile. "You really think so?"
"Yeah." I chime in.
"Wow, thanks." She grins.
"So, you guys coming to the party tonight?" It was an innocent question that released the volcano. Oops.
"OH MY GOD!" Marlene shoots up with a yell, her expression one of pure shock. Christina mirrors her excitement and continues. "THERE'S A PARTY TONIGHT! Tris, will you come shopping with me and Marly?"
"Shopping?" I ask, utterly confused.
"Tris. It's a party."
"So?"
"Oh right, you've never been to a party before, have you?"
"I've been to one before!" I say, defensively. Christina smirks. "Was it an Abnegation party? Sitting around the table and stuff?"
"N-Yes," I sigh. She smiles. "Please, come with us? I really think you'll love it."
I sigh. "Why did I ever bring it up?"
"Come on, Tris. You'll look great!"
"But I'm serious - I can't be beautiful! You'll waste all this time on me and I don't deserve it."
"Maybe not, if that's your opinion. But we've got a different one. You've got to think positive. You really are beautiful, you know. Please, come on! Please please please please please please please-"
I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Okay."
~3 hours later~
"Aren't we done yet?" I complain. Christina turns around. "Tris, we just stopped for lunch. We still need to get to dresses! And, of course, makeup." She grins happily. I swear, Chris has to be a monster in disguise.
Marlene chimes in, "Come on, Tris, just think how AMAZING you'll look after all this!"
"Not you too!"
We turn into another store, and Chris pulls me toward the dress section. After a long time of trying on dresses, and an equally big pile of rejections, I walk out, modeling a black dress. The tag says it's a sleeveless scalloped shift dress, so I assume that's what it is. It's actually surprisingly nice, compared to some of the others Chris forced me into. It's comfortable, beautiful, and the lower part of the dress is covered in clear jewels. It stops just above my knee: a little high for my liking, but I'm willing to overlook that. A lovely leather belt winds around the middle; black and deep red intertwined together. It's beautiful. It's probably the most expensive thing I've ever worn, too.
"Tris, I think we found your dress." Marlene stares at me. Christina turns around and stares at me too. "Perfect!"
I sigh. "Chris, It's probably really expensive."
"Listen, Tris. Remember I work in the mall now? Well technically," she amends her sentence. "This isn't the mall. But I get a discount in stores. Please buy that. It's seriously amazing on you."
I smile. I actually surprisingly like this dress. "Okay." Chris hands me a pair of simple red heels with straps winding up my legs. "Go change and try these on." She glares at me and her voice is commanding, leaving no room for argument. I sigh. The monster is back.
Later, after we buy lipstick, lip liner, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, foundation, moisturizer, blush, bronzer, and many other scary looking items that I have no name for, we go back to my apartment so we can all (mostly Christina and Marlene) give ourselves an makeover. "We'll start with you, Tris," Christina says. "I'll do your dress and makeup. Marlene, hair. Let's go!"
Finally, I am allowed to look in the mirror. I'm almost afraid to look. "Do I look bad?" I ask hesitantly.
"Just look," Christina says, smiling happily. I turn.
A girl in her late teens looks back at me, a small smile on her face. She wears the black dress and red heels I wore earlier. Her look is simple, yet she radiates a sense of elegance and beauty. Her makeup is natural, and her eyes are a stormy bluish-gray, enhanced by the soft brushes of white eyeshadow applied onto her eyelid. Her hair is pulled up in a casual bun, a few tendrils hanging down to frame her face. And I can't believe that girl is me.
"Chris... Marly..."
"You look amazing, Tris." Christina says, smiling happily. "Love you."
"Love you too, Chris. You too, Marly. Thank you guys."
A knock on the door resounds through the apartment.
"That's probably Four. I think we should go." Christina says. I thank them one more time.
"See you at the party!" Marlene says, and they both leave, carrying their dresses and bags with them. Immediately, Tobias comes in, wearing a black leather jacket, a skin tight black t-shirt, dark jeans, and simple black converse. I stare. I don't want to, but I stare.
"Like the view?" He laughs. "Didn't think it would be safe to come in while they were w... w... wow Tris. You... um... look amazing." He looks embarrassed and his face flushes a light pink.
"Let's go," I smile. Oh, I love him so much.
"Yes, ma'am."
A.N./ I hope you liked it! :D Please review - I would really like to see what you think. Thanks for reading! See you soon!
~DauntlessProdigy4Life