"Bitch please, you wish you were this cool," Riley spun around, purposely whipping her very angry (super hot) trainer in the face with her pony tail. Riley didn't exactly hate Eric per say, no, you could say she had a healthy interest in him. It was too bad he was asexual.
"Watch who you're talking to maggot, I'll -"
"You'll what bitch? Put my ranking down? News flash - been there done that!" Riley didn't let Eric finish his sentence before she got up into his face, which considering the fact that she was half his height, was a pretty awesome feat in itself.
She was so damn frustrating. She made Eric just want to scream and tear his hair out. But he wouldn't do that, because he was Eric, and Eric was cool.
"Just watch your back maggot," he grinned at the shorter girl and patted her on the head before walking off.
Safe to say, Riley was scared. This was not the reaction she was expecting. Eric shouting at her? Punching her? Challenging her to a fight? They were all scenarios she was expecting. Eric smiling at her and patting her head? Riley was freaked out...and not because Eric's smile was super cute...because Eric wasn't cute. Eric didn't do cute.
"Yeah, he's not, in any way, attractive," she mumbled reassuringly to herself .
"Why you talking to yourself freak -"
Riley didn't let Peter continue, she just punched him in the face and walked over to the shooting range.
"Hey Eric, did you see that!" Peter whined to the tattoo-ed trainer and Eric rolled his eyes.
"Shut up maggot, your Candor's showing," Eric hated squealers. In fact, scratch that. Eric just hated Peter in general. Besides, Riley had spunk, he wasn't gonna punish her for doing something he'd been dying to do since induction.
Induction - he remembered the day well. It was the day he met her. The only girl that could ever possibly be his match...that is, if she even managed to pass training.
...Flashback...
Eric couldn't help but fidget as he stood by the net, waiting for the new inductees to arrive. He knew he should stand tall, set an example and all that shit...but he was just so damn bored! What the hell was taking Max so long anyways?
And that's when it hit him. "This years recruits are all pussies!" He laughed and punched his good buddy / eternal rival - four.
"What the hell man!" Four yelled but Eric just grinned at him with a manic glint in his eye. Four just rolled his eyes. He always knew Eric was a crazy bastard.
He, Eric Coulter, couldn't help but be excited. Weak things broke so easily, and he did so love to break things.
A tiny girl with semi-long black hair dropped onto the net, squealing as she bounced straight off of it, landing (surprisingly) on her feet in front of Eric.
Small, chubby and unassuming. She looked shy, introverted and...crushable. Eric especially loved to break weak things like her.
"What the hell you looking at bitch!" His mouth dropped open. There was no way this mousy looking midget just called him a bitch.
"Whaaa?" It wasn't the most articulate thing the former Erudite had ever said, but come on. Was he the only one in shock right now?
"I said what the FUCK you looking at BITCH!" Eric could see her lips moving but he wasn't computing. An IQ of over two-hundred was doing fuck all for him in this moment.
And that's when it hit him. This puny little MIDGET just called him - Eric Coulter - a bitch.
Against his better judgement, he decided to take a second glance at the girl. Small and frail but possessing steely eyes full of a fire he was all too familiar with.
"Watch yourself maggot, that's no way to speak to one if your trainers now is it?" He put the girl in a headlock, wrapping a big muscled, well tattoo-ed arm around her neck. He didn't let go until she started choking.
"Bitch what the fuck?" She panted and doubled over, bracing her hands on her knees. "You crazy?!"
Eric just laughed and gave her a whack across the head. "Name's Eric Coulter - welcome to dauntless, midget."
"My name is RILEY!" she snapped at him and he smirked.
"I think I prefer midget," he deadpanned and she growled at him, glaring hard enough to kill him dead.
"And I prefer Bitch for you, you crazy bastard," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that maggot?" He raised his eyebrow and supressed a smile.
"Nothing!" She gritted back and him and he nodded. Eric had to admit that this midget had balls. Dauntless was just about to get a whole lot more exciting - he could feel it (or maybe that was just Riley's glare.)
