A.N: I do not own Divergent, but would, however like to write a fanfiction based around its setting and characters from Tris' point of view. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
I'm still extremely smug regarding Christina's facial expression at the sight of me with Tobias. I can't help but think ha. So there. I want to shout at her about everything she doesn't know; everything that happened before her and Will. Although it's childish, I want her to know that I got there first. But however much I love her, I know she and Will would turn against me if I they knew; that they'd always be bitter about my getting ranked first. I also know that Marlene and Uriah wouldn't.
The banquet has turned into more of an animalistic gathering. I decide that my only past experiment with alcohol, as insignificant as it was, is never to be repeated. Rather than allowing chaos to absorb me, I absorb the chaos. The chaos of my faction. I would always have found the din beautiful, but there was a time when I would never have dared enter it. Now, as I embrace the Dauntless, they carry me with them on their shoulders.
Just when I think I'm all lost in the atmosphere, I sense the tiniest disturbance somewhere far away. Then nothing. A clumsy elbow in my back and the floor is under my feet, and then it is not. I have been swept into the arms of a slightly off-balance male form with very short hair – Abnegation short.
"Hi," he says. Guilty anticipation fills me up as I remember the last time I saw Tobias drunk. At the time I wanted to suppress evidence of anything between us, being in the presence of Al, Will and Christina in the middle of initiation. But the thing is, there was a part of me that kind of liked Tobias younger. Experiencing the free side of him is like a non-life threatening recklessness; I think they call it fun.
"Hi." I feel an irresistible tugging at the corners of my mouth and smile wide. I think it's the deepest I've ever smiled without actually laughing.
"Well we'd better be off then," says Tobias in a curt, mock-serious tone, and we're off through the crowd. With the ease at which we move, there comes a feeling that we're invisible, which doesn't really make sense… but the point is, this sensation comes to an end too soon. To my surprise and relief, we stop not having left the cafeteria. I'm not in really in the mood for more alone time, and for a split second I'm worried that my desire for Tobias is slowly and permanently deserting me. The thought passes as I'm faced with a group of some familiar faces, and some unfamiliar.
"Listen up," says Tobias as he not-so-carefully lowers me to the ground, "Guys, this is Tris. Tris, this is Monica, Lauren and Zeke." And then he whispers, without really lowering the volume of his voice, "be cool guys."
"Um yeah I know Zeke pretty well now," Tobias' brow furrows at this, "and Lauren, but hi Monica, nice to meet you." I extend my hand and Monica shakes it, I'm feeling strangely confident. Monica has blonde hair slightly darker than mine and brown eyes, small but warm.
"So this is Tris. Hi, nice to meet you too." I decide that, like me, Monica is sober, and by extension of that, I like her. I greet Lauren rather formally, still unsure of where I stand with her, before sharing a sort of bear hug with Zeke, whose breath and general uncharacteristic lack of coordination tell me that he too has had a few to drink. Just as I'm about to thank Monica for her congratulations on my ranking, I notice that to my left, Tobias is eyeing me wearily whilst trying to look casual. His eyes flit quickly to Zeke, Lauren and Monica in turn, and then back to me. As Monica keeps the conversation flowing, apparently oblivious, my hand finds his and squeezes it tight. I realise that I am unbelievably contented. I could get used to this sort of social situation very easily.
*Long introductory A.N, sorry*
Hi, I'm new, and this is me trying my best to iron out all the creases I have found in other divergent fanfiction I have read, e.g. characters being uncharacteristic of themselves or more personal peeves like Tris making people call her "six". Sorry if you like that, but what I'm saying is that I'm trying to write my ideal fanfiction so if you have a criticism please let me know but be aware that I may be stubborn and refuse to comply to your suggestions… sorry :/ I can however promise an attempt at romance (only where appropriate rather than all over the place) and minimal grammatical errors (although there may be typos).