Hey guys! I know I'll get a lot of hate for this, but I ship it so much! Also, my pen name used I be dannyFANtom99 but I like this one better.
Anyway, this is all in Tris' POV. Enjoy and please R&R!
I wake up to the soft heartbeats of Tobias. My head is resting on his bare chest, and his arm is firmly wrapped around my waist. His body heat is radiating on me, and the feeling is indescribable. My phone quietly buzzed, but I didn't want to move. I only budged when it buzzed ten more times.
I shift to grab my phone from the floor, and press the power button lightly. The brightness of the screen blinds me. I got eleven texts from Uriah and Zeke. They're having a party tonight, and Tobias and I got invited to the after party tradition of Zeke and Uriah playing Candor or Dauntless with close friends. The last time we played that game was only a month ago. I remember leaving the room drunk, and with several hickeys, but that's all I remember from it.
I hadn't realized that I woke up Tobias when I reached for my phone. He nearly gave me a heart attack when I turned around and saw his hunky dark blue eyes wide open, staring into mine.
"Good morning babe," Tobias chuckled, "Why do you look so perfect when you wake up?"
I let a small smirk crawl onto my mouth as I respond, "Because I'm flawless, and I wake up like this," with a hair flip.
"I already knew that," Tobias half-smiled before he leaned in closer to me and brushed my lips with his. It started soft, but got much more intense. I grasped the collar of his shirt with one hand, and used my other hand to tangle my fingers into his hair. One of Tobias' hands was on my back, and the other was on the back of my head.
We teased around with each other until Tobias put his hand that was on my back under my shirt, and used the other hand to help pull my shirt over my head. I pushed the covers of my bed onto the floor, and we spread ourselves out on the bed.
A few minutes later we were still messing around, but we got interrupted by a knock at the door, then the turning of the doorknob.
"Hey Tris, I needed to ask you something, but-"
It was Eric. He cut himself off at the sight of Tobias and I, halfway naked.
"But it can obviously wait," he laughed a little before beginning to walk out of the room. I slip on my shirt and call him back.
"Eric, wait," I raised my voice a little since he was a few feet away from me. I closed the door behind myself and got closer to him.
"What was it that you were wanting to ask me?"
He looked at me and laughed. "Did you get in invited to Uriah and Zeke's after party activities?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You'll probably find this stupid, but I need to clarify something," he asked. His face tinted pink, and he bit the right side of his bottom lip. "What's Candor or Dauntless?"
We looked at each other in silence for a little bit, then we simultaneously burst out in laughter.
"It's like truth or dare," I replied after calming down.
"Oh, that makes sense."
He looks a little dumbfounded, then he becomes expressionless.
"I guess I'll see you there then," he starts to walk away, then turns around on his heels. "Go easy on me, Tris."
I can't help but chuckle before I walk back into my apartment.
"What did he want?" Tobias asks, showing rage in his face. I never really heard about what happened between them, and when I asked Zeke he seemed to be clueless. I'm kind of afraid to figure out, anyways.
"He was just confused about the Candor or Dauntless thing after Uriah and Zeke's party, it was nothing," I reply blankly.
He just shrugs it off and says, "Oh."
"So you're planning on going, right?" I ask Tobias.
"Yeah, and I plan on getting wasted!" He sings the word 'wasted' like a sarcastic Disney character.
"And I plan on being sober," I say, emphasizing the word 'sober'.
*5 Hours Later*
Tobias clings to me like a lost puppy, grasping my waist with one hand, and a glass of whiskey in the other.
"How wasted am I?!" He shouts over the blaring music.
"I dunno, how many drinks have you had?" I ask, trying not to laugh at him as he stumbles around.
"Maybe just one...pack," he stalls.
"Four!" I shout, scolding him about his irresponsibility, while he laughs his ass off and tips over.
The music suddenly cuts out and the lights turn on. Zeke steps on top of his couch and cups his hands around his mouth.
"If you weren't invited to the after party activities, then get your ass out of my house!" He jumps off of the couch and walks with a stumble over to the floor, where we sit in a circle.
"Alright, who wants to start?"
I look around and see a bunch of blank faces. They belong to Uriah, Zeke, Tobias, Eric, Christina, Will, Peter, Lynn, Marlene, and Shauna.
"No one?" Zeke asks all of us, and we don't respond. "Alright, just for a refresher, here are the rules. A person asks someone Candor or Dauntless, and if they don't want to answer the question or do the dare, they remove an article of clothing. Jewelry and accessories don't count. Uriah, start us off."
Uriah scans all of our faces, then stops at Christina's. "Christina, Candor or Dauntless?"
"Candor," Christina answered, slightly hesitating.
"If you weren't dating Will, who in this room would be your sloppy seconds?"
She blushes slightly as she looks around. I glare at Peter who is nodding his head while pointing at himself.
"I'd probably go with Zeke. Sorry Shauna," she giggles.
"What, my brother is better than this?" Uriah questions as he gestures to his face and chest, then an unmentionable place.
"Yeah," he sighs in disappointment and disgust.
"Will," her eyes drift towards his, "Candor or Dauntless?"
"Dauntless," Will replied. All of us gasped and stared at Christina, who smirked at Will.
"I dare you to run into the pit, naked, screaming that you're free," she raises her eyebrows up and brings them back down in one swift motion.
"No way," Will replied as he slipped off his shirt. I couldn't help but notice that he has faint red lipstick marks on his abs. Christina blushes and looks away, touching her lips and realizing her lipstick faded away.
"Looks like someone got it good," Zeke laughed and poked Will where the red lipstick marks were.
"Zeke," Will stared him down, "Candor or Dauntless?"
"Dauntless, I don't want my brother calling me a Pansycake."
Our eyes drop onto Will as he thinks up a genius dare.
"I dare you to kiss the girl that you would date if you weren't with Shauna," Will taunted.
"Alright," Zeke said as his eyes fell on me.
Oh god, what's happening...
He grabbed onto the collar of my shirt and smashed his lips into mine. I placed my hands on his back and returned the favor, just to tease him. He pulled away out of breath, and blushed as he sat back down in his spot.
"How was it?" Will teased.
"Wow," was all Zeke could manage to say. "Peter," Zeke laid his eyes on Peter, "Candor or Dauntless?"
He sat there thinking over what he was going to say for a bit, then replied, "Candor."
"Who's your crush?"
Peter blushed and took his shirt off, then looked at Lynn before looking at the floor. Does he like Lynn?
After he stopped blushing, he turned to Eric. Their eyes met before Peter asked the question, "Candor or Dauntless?"
Eric immediately replied, "Candor." He probably knew that Peter is good at giving out dares.
"Since everyone's asking about it, who is your crush, Eric?"
Eric gave Peter an embarrassed look of defeat, and slipped off his shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his rock solid abs. He must have a twelve pack or something.
"Since you like what you see Tris, Candor or Dauntless?" He asked, and I blushed a little before answering, "Dauntless."
He smirked at me and licked his lips.
"Kiss me," he said with a nearly sexual tone. My cheeks turned red and I looked around at everyone. They were all motioning for me to 'get some', so I decided I would give them a show.
I grasped his shirt right below his collar and used my other hand to push him on top of me. He gave me a shocked look before our lips collided. I felt his hands slide under my head and his tongue into my mouth. We fought for dominance for a little bit and he surrendered, and showed me by gently biting my bottom lip. I could hear everyone gasp in shock, but I didn't care. Soon enough, my fingers were intertwined in his hair and my shirt was lying on the floor. We both pulled away at the same time to catch our breath. He stood up and sat back on the couch, and I slipped my shirt back on. He seemed to be out of breath, which created a drunk and angry Tobias. He grabbed my arm really hard and pulled me up, guiding me out the door while saying, "Tris, a word?"
He walked me near the chasm and started yelling at me.
"What the fuck was that, Tris? You made out with Eric, right in front of me!" The rage in his eyes scared me. He was pissed off, and there was no doubt about it.
"Calm down Four, it meant nothing."
I tried keeping a calm voice, but then he raised his right hand and slapped me across the face. What the hell was that? Pain shot through my cheek, and my heart. I placed a hand on the cheek that he slapped and slowly turned my head towards him.
"What the hell Four? You just slapped your girlfriend!" I yelled as loud as I could, hoping someone heard. But nobody did. And now I'm scared for the outcome.
He punched me in the nose, then grabbed me and started slamming me against the railing of the chasm. My nose started bleeding and I could feel my body crumbling and bruising. Tears ran down my face and I yelled, "Four, stop!" There was a screech in my voice that was so high pitched that no one could miss it. Yet, he still continued to batter and bruise me.
I don't understand. I've never seen this side of him before, and I didn't even know it existed. He seems so loving and caring, but how could he be such a monster.
I screamed for help, but he slapped me again. The next thing I know, I'm watching him walk away angrily as I'm screaming for help and hanging onto the railings of the chasm. Water drips onto my knuckles and I start to slip. I feel like I'm about to pass out, but I look up and see someone helping me up. The person swung me over their shoulder and started running to the infirmary. I don't know who it is, but I fall unconscious in their arms, silently thanking them for saving my life.