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Taking Back Roads 8/16/2017Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent series or anything in relation to it. I do however own this story and the writing within it. The characters and their background belong to Veronica Roth.
SATURDAY NIGHT: THE PIT
Christina pulled my hand again, "Come on, girl, it's party time!" Her squealing overpowered my sounds of protest as she dragged us closer to the Pit. Christina had been in charge of this entire affair. She had done my makeup and her skilled hands made me look like a golden fairy. Gold glitter fanned around my eyes and my lips were a pretty shade of pink. I let her braid my hair and I even let her pick out my outfit, something I still wasn't sure I liked. She had me dressed up in black skinny jeans that felt like a second skin and a black crop top with long flowing flute sleeves.
"Christina slow down, oh my gosh." I panted, my feet unused to the heels I was wearing. We reached the Pit only moments later and Christina finally stopped to let me catch my breath. As my lungs caught up I realized we had stopped in the middle of the party and that everyone was staring at us.
"Well my god, the Stiff owns real clothes." Peter spoke up with a giggle in his voice. Unfazed my friend threw up her arms and grinned.
"She looks beautiful!" Christina shouted back. I shifted uncomfortably and then suddenly found my voice.
"Gosh, just get me a drink." I huffed, my arms crossed tightly.
"Well you heard her, get the girl a drink!" Uriah called out from somewhere in the swarm of people. The crowd cheered and the attention turned away from me as the music started again. Becoming Dauntless had brought me out of my shell despite what everyone else thought. Dressing this way, demanding a drink, coming to a party at all; this was well beyond anything I had known as a child. I swayed to the music as Christina sang along to some song I had never heard. It went on like that for a while, with me hopelessly caught up in the spritely personality that was my friend. I fell back from her though when she began to dance with Will. I watched shyly as she danced intimately with him.
Feeling a hand on my back I shivered before turning around to face the hand. It was Eric. Dauntless leader, brooding, and a little scary were just some of the things that came to mind upon seeing his face. He loomed over me, and for the first time since I had met him on the roof that first day, he didn't look so dark. Having been swept up in the party must have helped make his powerful figure look alive. He wore a dark long sleeve shirt, which even in the dim lights didn't hide his muscle.
"If you can pull yourself away from staring for a sec," his voice brought me back to the room and I looked up at him, he smirked and pushed a glass towards me, "Can a stiff like you handle whiskey?" Annoyed with his demeanor I grabbed the glass and chugged the dark liquid, trying to ignore the way it made my throat burn. True to himself his expression didn't change, but I noticed his eyes light up just a bit at my action. Wanting to defy him and everyone else a step more I pushed past him to Christina and Will.
"Sorry, Coulter, I would love to talk but I'm dying to dance!" I shouted over my shoulder.
One of the reasons I even joined Dauntless was because of my desire to take a risk and try something new. That hadn't changed since my arrival. Risk gave me a rush. The doubt everyone had in me because of my Abnegation upbringing acted like a catalyst, sparking my desire to go farther and prove them wrong.
I grabbed Christina's hand and pulled her away from Will. She squealed and grabbed my other hand. I closed my eyes and let her guide me through the dance. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they followed this quick beat of the song. Sometime later Tori joined us, drunk and out of sorts.
Just as before, Eric showed up out of nowhere, this time with a tray of plastic shot glasses. "You ladies are about to need these." He stuck the tray out towards us as the song changed to yet another I had never heard. Christina, however, perked up at the first couple of notes.
"I freaking love this song!" She squealed loudly as the words began. I caught on quickly, every time the song said drank, we were supposed to take a shot. When the verses started moments later, Christina grinned at Eric, "Eric you make an excellent bartender." She purred, now drunk on both party energy and alcohol. For some reason I didn't understand I felt jealous at the tone of voice she had used with Eric.
My jealousy was cut off by Eric's voice in my ear. "Nice job keeping up, Stiff." He whispered, his breath hot in my ear. My body shivered as he leaned closer. "Follow me." He took my hand and led me through the crowd to the corner of the room.
The crowd was thinner and I could only assume that's why he had led me there. Snapping me out of my thoughts he yanked my arm and pulled me closer to him, "Dance with me, Stiff," he whispered in my ear.
"Stop calling me Stiff, then." I said rudely.
"Loosen up, then, Stiff." He smirked as his hands gripped my waist firmly. What a catalyst he was. I swayed my body to the music, making no move to pull away from him or put distance between us.
"How's this for loosening up?" I purred, mimicking Christina's tone. His eyes glimmered faintly and I smirked back up at him. I twirled in his arms and ended with my back to him. My hands rested over his as he continued to grip my waist. "I'm not as stiff as you think, Coulter." I pushed my body back up against him and was shocked by the way it fit next to his.
His breath was in my ear as he leaned down closer to me, "You're an impressive little thing aren't you?" I shivered once again and turned towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed up against his broad chest. I wasted no time as I leaned in to kiss him. His hands held me tightly as he took control. I sucked his bottom lip lightly as he let his tongue roam my mouth. I would have stayed that way forever if I hadn't heard Christina calling my name in the distance. I pulled away from him and placed a kiss by his ear as I whispered to him.
"Don't call me Stiff." I slid out of his arms and turned away, following the sound of Christina's voice.
Suddenly someone grabbed me. Christina. "Girl, where the hell did Eric The Scary take you?!" She whisper shouted at me. I rolled my eyes and gave her a short summary. Her eyes grew wide when I told her about the kiss. "Damn. Sorry I interrupted but I wanted my dance buddy back, Will's playing some stupid game with Uriah and Tori threw up so she left. Eric can have you later." She giggled and grabbed my hands. I rolled my eyes but started to dance with her.
We swayed mindlessly for a while before the DJ stopped the music to say something. "Okay this next song comes with a note. It reads, This is for MY Stiff, from you know who' so here you go, Body Like a Back Road by Sam Hunt, for the Stiff from you know who." He spoke gruffly into the mic.
Christina elbowed me in the side and squealed loudly. The crowd cheered as they realized who the song was for. "Hell yeah, Stiff's got a lover!" Yelled Peter from somewhere in the room. I could feel my face heat up as the music started.
Got a girl from the south side
Got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by
Man, I bouta fell up outa my chair
I ran a hand over the braids Christina had so carefully put my hair in, my cheeks hot. Christina squeezed my hand tighter as the lyrics carried on. It was a fairly sexual song and I could feel my face turning a brighter shade of red with every word.
Body like a back road
Driving with my eyes closed
I know every curve like the back of my hand
Doing fifteen in a thirty, I ain't in no hurry
I'ma take it slow, just as fast as I can
The way she fit in them blue jeans
She don't need no belt
But I can turn them inside out
I don't need no help
Got hips like honey
So thick and so sweet
Ain't no curves like hers, on them downtown streets
The crowd swayed together at the smooth sounding beat. I dropped Christina's hand and wandered quickly in the direction of the door. A firm hand grabbed my own and pulled me back. Suddenly I was up against Eric, getting a face full of black t shirt and that dangerous scent he gave off. Even the way he smelled was dark; a dense musky smell mixed with soap and the barest hint of something sweet.
I could feel his warm hands wandering my body and I wanted him to stop but I couldn't make myself say it because it felt too good. "Body like a back road, driving with my eyes closed, I know every curve like the back of my hand, doing fifteen in a thirty, I ain't in no hurry, I'ma take it slow, just as fast as I can." He murmured the words in my ear as chills ran up my. The last notes of the song played and then he was gone, lost in the crowd. I stood for a moment, recovering from the sensory overload.
The song ended and several people patted me on the back. "Tris who was it?!" Someone screamed from the crow. Moments later everyone was screaming to know who it was.
I couldn't think of a lie and I knew I couldn't say that I didn't know. They would never stop asking until I gave up a name. So I told them the truth, hoping that was the answer they wanted. "Coulter." Instead, their shouts turned to maniac laughter and my blushing turned into hot tears that pooled in my eyes as anger boiled inside me.
"Yeah, like he would sleep with a Stiff like you. Puh-lease." Peter piped up giggling. I didn't have a retort so instead I ran from the room. In the hall, I took off the heels I was wearing and from there I sprinted back to my room.
Recklessly I tore off my clothes and looked for something more comfortable. I scrubbed at my face, desperate to erase the night. Unable to get all of the glitter off I gave up and undid the braids in my hair, knotting my hair high on my head. I quickly tied my running shoes and made my way to the gym. I couldn't get there fast enough it seemed. I had steam to let out and my feet were aching to run.
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