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Sorry, first chapters kinda short.

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TRIS POV

I feel Fours eyes on me, I want to look at him, but I don't. I'm too ashamed. I keep my eyes on the ground, walking over to grab a gun. Today's training is shooting. I don't even bother to find Christina, Will and Al, i just quietly stand at the back of the initiates.

My hands nervously pull at the hem of my jacket, I know Eric's about to come over to me. When he does, he wraps his arm around my waist, and kisses me full on the lips. I decide to look up at everyone, Christina looks shocked, Will and Al look confused and questioning, much like everyone else. But his face, Eric's face, holds a powerful smirk, knowing he can do this to me. I want to vomit. I'm disgusted.

When I finally look at Four, his eyebrows are knit together, and he looks likes he's in pain. Also, I see angry swarming in this deep blue eyes. I want to tell him the truth. But I can't. No one can know the truth.

2 days earlier

TRIS POV

"Okay Christina! I'll meet you at the dining hall in an hour. I'm just going to work on my punches." I yell across the training room. Christina gives me an incredulous look. I can understand why, today was a particularly hard day of training, everyone was so sore.

"Okay then, I'll see you then!" she bellows back, racing in the direction Will and Al just trailed off too. I was alone.

I mean I didn't want to be practicing punches right now, but if I want to make in to dauntless, I have to work hard. My arms are still burning from the previous sets of punching on the bags we did earlier today. I remember what Four told me today. That I was weak, had no muscle, so I should use power from my elbows. I still remember the feeling of his hands on my stomach when he told me to keep tension there. It was electrifying, and I didn't understand my feelings.

He was our instructor. Our strong, rough, not particularly nice instructor. I'm not supposed to feel anything for him, but I do. Something, I don't know what, draws me too him. I want to know more about the mysterious Four.

About 20 minutes into my training, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked to find Eric with his arms crossed, a blank face, void of any emotion.

"Did you need something?" I question, stopping my punches, out of breath.

"Don't stop on my account." Eric says.

I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of Eric watching me when it's just the two of us in this big room. I don't have a good feeling about this. Or him. At all.

I pick my black leather jacket off the floor and put it over my tank top. "I was just done for the day." I state, nervously. I quickly try to walk past Eric, until his big hand clamps around my forearm.

"Not so fast." Eric says. At this point I was panicking and staring to sweat. His other hand grabs my chin and forces me to look at his face. His cold eyes stare into mine, and I want to disappear.

"You have pretty eyes, Tris." he whispers in my ear, making an unpleasant shiver run down my spine. "Let me go." I state back forcefully.

"No, we're just getting started. Come with me, will you?" He asks, like I have a choice In the matter. I try to pull away, causing him to yank me back into his cold embrace. I know I can't fight him, I'm no match for him. With one arm wrapped around my shoulders, the other around my wrist, he leads me somewhere I have never been before. We come up to a door and we walk inside. His apartment. Oh no.

He forces me to sit down in an uncomfortable metal chair. "What is this Eric, why did you bring me here?" I ask with slight terror in my tone.

"I've noticed Four taking an interest in you Tris, a liking." Eric declares.

Four? Liking me? Impossible.

"I've always been jealous of him. I mean he got first rank when I deserved it!" he voices raises a few octaves. "But now I want to take what he wants."

What?

"I don't really like you Tris, but you're not bad looking, and I guess you'll do." Eric says.

"W-what are you talking about?" I ask. I'm terrified.

"You're gonna be my girlfriend Tris. It's going to crush little Fours heart."

I think my heart just stopped beating.

"We're gonna do everything a normal couple does, if we want to make it believable, of course." Eric states with a smirk. I shoot up in my chair.

"NO!" I scream. "Are you fucking nuts to think I would do that?!"

"Well you have to." he states calmly. "It would be a shame for one of your little friends to end up at the bottom of the chasm, now wouldn't it?"

I think of Christina, Will and Al, and how their deaths could be all my fault. That can't happen. That can never happen.

Eric is sick. This man is sick. I'm disgusted with him.

"Fine." I weakly whisper. Eric has a smug smile has he grabs my waist and pulls his lips to mine. He's forces his tongue into my mouth and I pitifully realize this is my first kiss. I'm gonna be sick. I feel his hands on my body, groping me.

After he pulls away, he says 7 words that make me want to die, "You'll be moving into my apartment tomorrow."

I give a weak nod, he says I can go, and I run away, tears streaming down my face.