A/N: Hay guys! This fanfic is about Tris being the trainer and Tobias being the initiate, and what drama and fluff I believe will come out of it! The items in this fanfic aren't parallel with the book, but with the characters in different situations, I think different things would occur. So far, I wrote up to the knife throwing scene (because yes, I like to write before hand). If you have any suggestions, feel free to write them in the reviews! (Or comments, whatever they are called, lol) Thanks so much for taking the time to read!
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or it's characters. All rights go to Veronica Roth.
Tris POV
I stretch as I reach for the fax about this year's transfer initiates; the papers are still warm from the printer as I carry them back to my apartment. I unlock my door, slip my shoes off, make a mug of coffee, and sit down to my small dining table and take a closer look. The names I see are Peter, Drew, Molly, Albert, and Christina, transfers from candor. Edward, Myra, and Will are erudite transfers. And the last transfer, from Abnegation, Tobias Eaton. I ponder on that name for a second, then it hits me; Marcus Eaton's son. I saw him at school before I transferred, tall and skinny, with deep set eyes, but any time I tried to speak to him, he just ignored me and turned away. Eventually I gave up, but I still wonder on sleepless nights why he turned away from everyone.
I look at my watch, the only thing I saved from Abnegation, identifiable by its grey strap. Shit, 11:00, I'm going to miss the initiates arrive! I hurry to get ready. I decide to go for a more intimidating look, so I change into my black, tight leather pants, with studs running down each leg, and a tight tank top with Dauntless flames all over the back. It just shows the edges of the Abnegation and Dauntless symbols on my shoulders, and shows my three ravens perfectly. I smoulder my eyes in black eyeliner to make them look sharper, and I tie my hair in a ponytail. I pour my coffee down the sink and slip on my six-inch platform shoes that go up to my knees. I run, as fast as I can in these boots to kill, down to the member's entrance.
When I reach the net, Lauren, the Dauntless-Born initiate trainer, Zeke and Shauna are all there, along with dozens of other members waiting for the first jumper. Zeke approaches me and asks, "Hey, Six! Do you know about Uriah?" He looks nervous.
"No, I only know about the transfer initiates, ask Lauren." I respond.
"She won't tell me anything!" He says, scowling at her. I can't help but smile at his agitation.
"Well, guess we'll have to wait and see, but rumors say he chose Amity." I say, teasing and laughing. He smiles at the thought, but he still looks worried. I decide to let the subject drop, and step onto the wooden platform to help the initiates off the net, though most of them will probably be three times larger than me. I glance at my watch again, 11:11; the train should be arriving up top any minute now.
"Anything extraordinary about this year's transfers?" Lauren asks me.
"Nothing really, Candor and Erudite, but there is one Abnegation." I say, my eyes and ears focused on the roof, for any signs of them arriving.
"Ooh, a stiff, just like you, Six." Shauna says, smirking. I realize, as she calls him 'stiff' that I'll also have to call him stiff, to show my loyalty to my faction. It nauseates me. Tris is what my friends call me, but stiff was my nickname here to the other asshole initiates. When I went through my fear landscape, which we did as soon as we arrived at the time, Amar discovered I had only six fears, the lowest among all the Dauntless, and the nickname stuck. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear talking from above; Eric speaking to the initiates. I crane my neck and see him standing on the edge of the roof. Push him, give him a little scare. I silently ask the initiates, smirking.
"Who do you think this year's first jumper will be?" Shauna asks. I realize as she speaks that she doesn't look the least bit worried that her sister might not be among them, unlike Zeke. Maybe she's just really good at covering it up.
"Probably my Dauntless-borns, or maybe a Candor." Lauren says. I scoff.
"I bet it's the Stiff." I say, and they all laugh, though I really am serious.
Eric steps down off the edge of the roof and I pull my neck back, waiting for the first person to jump. My whole body shakes with anticipation, but I try to cool myself, make myself hard, intimidating. Even though I'm small, I can scare people, according to my friends anyway. And then I see it, not a blur of black or black and white that was expected, but a flash of grey. I look at my friends, who all look back in awe. I smile widely.