FOURTRIS
(Minus the War…yet)
Divergent Fanfiction –
Chapter One-
Tobias's eyes search mine, a fiery passion of longing burning within. His fingertips trace the line of my spine; every touch leaving a tingling sensation running through me. A groan escapes his throat, taking me by surprise.
"You're supposed to be Dauntless, Tris" his breathe tickling my ear, leaving me in a state of awe. I feel his lips moving down my neck, heading towards the flock of birds on my collarbone.
"I can't" I quiver, taking all of my strength. Tobias turns and sits on the edge of our bed- looking almost sheepish.
"Believe me I want to, but I can't. I have to go find Eric, he's asked to meet me" I try my hardest to sound cool about the whole situation regarding Eric's request, but inside I can't help but feel a slight state of fear. Tobias picks up on this.
"Why, Tris? What exactly does he want with you?"
For a few moments, I feel hurt. The way he said it, it makes me feel worthless; I choose to ignore this.
"I don't know; I really don't know. And to be completely honest, it's none of your business what Eric wants to do with me." I say this in a way I know will annoy Tobias, in a way that will awaken his protective nature. Without turning to as much as glance at him, I proceed to Eric's office.
I work up all the courage and strength inside of me, and knock twice at Eric's door. A million twisted, and quite frankly scary, thoughts ricochet through my brain, leaving me almost speechless when Eric emerges from his office. I invite myself inside, set on getting whatever 'this' is, over as soon as possible.
"Tris," Eric says, studying my body, making me feel suddenly very self conscious. "You look good" I feel sick to my stomach, replaying the image of the night Tobias said those exact words to me. Except then, I wanted him; I liked him saying this – but now, now I felt abruptly very afraid.
"What do you want Eric?" I say, trying my best to sound confident, but failing, of course.
"Oh, Tris, I think you and me both know what I want…" he says, a ring of demand in his voice. But truthfully, I wasn't 100 per cent sure what exactly Eric wanted, but what I was sure of was that I needed to find a way out and fast. Without thinking, I lurched for the door, but Eric was too quick for me, after all, he watched me train – he knew my weaknesses. I could feel his dominant hand held tightly around my wrist, burning my skin as he turned it in his palm. I took one final break to be free from Eric. With my only free hand, I grabbed his wrist, launching myself forward, crashing open the door. I ran, as fast as I could, but I knew Eric wouldn't follow. He wouldn't want to suffer the wrath of Four – that's if Four wanted to talk.