A/N: This was originally supposed to be Petris, and it still might turn out like that. But for now you have to see FourTris, then an attempted Petris. It's all timing before she breaks up with Four, if she even breaks up with Four. We all love Four too much! It's hard for me to make Tris break up with him! I hope you enjoy!
***Tris's POV***
I wake up to the blaring of Tobias's alarm clock. "Tobias," I mumble, he pulls his hand out from around me and hits the snooze button.
"Just five more minutes with my girl," he says wrapping his arm back around me and pulling me closer to him. He kisses me on the head and I find my eyes slipping back shut...
The alarm starts blaring again, and Tobias wacks the top of the clock. "I'm up now! You happy alarm?" he hollers, throwing the sheets back then standing up.
"I guess I'll be up too then," I say looking at Tobias.
"Ready for your first day at the Tattoo Parlor?" asks Tobias.
"Ya, Tori said to be on time. So I get the bathroom first!" I exclaim, running to the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.
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After my shower, I had finished getting ready and now grab a piece of bread. I stick it in the toaster and get the Nutella out. When the toast pops, I pick it up and spread Nutella all over it. I eat it and walk out the door towards the pit, leaving Tobias to make his own breakfast, then to go to work in the control room.
While walking down the hall I see Uriah. I give him a small smile, then a wave. Uriah waves back, and I smile and keep walking.
My feet keep carrying me and I end up outside the tattoo parlor. I hear someone holler my name so I turn around to reveal Peter.
"What do you want Peter?" I ask.
"A tattoo," he says, "I'll wait till you open."
"Okay," I say, wondering why the prick was talking to me.
I walk into the tattoo parlor and Tori welcomes me. She gives me a tutorial on how to use the guns, and how to change inks. She sets me up my own station, then opens the shop.
Some older Dauntless walks in and Tori takes him to her station and starts doing his tattoo.
Next Peter walks in and I feel my eyes roll. He makes his way over to me, since I am the only open station. Usually there are more tattoo artists, but Tori told them they could come in after lunch, to help handle the afternoon lunch. When they'd come in, I'd go home. I wish I could go home now and skip Peter.
Peter makes his way into my station's chair. "What do you want Peter?" I ask.
"You," he says.
"Pick a tattoo, not a me," I say, trying to ignore his comment. I want to get his tattoo over with so I can send Peter off and not see him again.
"I'll have a Dauntless flame on my arm," he says pulling off his shirt.
I look at him and just roll my eyes. "You want it in color?" I ask.
"Black. You like what you're seeing here?" Peter asks, trying to flirt with me.
I start putting the ink on, taking care so that it won't get distorted over his muscles. It's not like I really mind if I mess it up, considering this is Peter, but I want to at least know I can do well if I want to. I stay silent while I work, and he does, too, probably fearful I'll mess up if he distracts me.
I finish the tattoo. "Pay up Peter."
"What kind of payment do you accept?" he asks with a leer. I catch the innuendo but decide to ignore it for my sanity's sake.
He goes to the pay desk and makes his way back over to me, shirt still off. "You can't take your eyes off me, huh?" he questions
"Just leave, Peter," I say, wanting to get rid of him.
"I'll leave if you agree to have lunch with me," Peter says.
"I'm dating Four," I say, fiddling with an ink gun.
He sits down in my chair. "I'm not moving till you agree to have lunch with me," he says and then crosses his arms. Just then another customer walks in and walks over towards me.
"Just go. I guess I'll have lunch with you. Just go." I say.
"When do you get off babe?" Peter asks.
"One, Now leave before I beat you to a pulp," I threaten.
"See ya at one in the burger joint, babe," he says and skips off.
I go to the burger joint at one, wishing I could have lunch with Tobias. When I get there Peter waves at me from a table. I roll my eyes at him and walk over to the booth.
"Well, well, well. I thought you'd ditch me, Tris," he says.
"I didn't did I," I mutter, and he smiles.
"No, because you like me," he says and I fight the gag reflex in my throat.
Our waiter comes to ask us what we want to drink, and before I can say water, Peter answers for me. "A water for me, and a 90%-alcohol drink for the little lady here."
The waiter looks surprised, mumbles, "Okay," and then leaves.
I stare off into space until the waiter comes back with our drinks. The waiter asks if we are ready to order and Peter says he'd take some sort of fancy burger and I ditto it.
When the waiter walks away with our order. I just stare off into space, not wanting to be here. "Take a picture, it will last longer," says Peter.
"Why don't you take the drink, and I'll take the water," I say.
"No. You will drink Tris." Something about the way he says it is commanding. Like if I don't do it, I'm toast. I take a sip of the drink, its okay, but pretty strong.
I look at him and he's smiling at me. I find myself taking another drink, and another, and another. By the time the waiter comes back with our food, the entire big mug is empty. Before I can ask for water, Peter asks the waiter for another drink for me, and more water for himself.
I drink multiple mugs by the time I stand up to leave. Peter and I walk out of the burger joint and I'm feeling a bit woozy and dizzy. I throw my arms out for balance.
"I can carry you to my apartment," Peter offers.
"Yours?" I question.
"You're coming to my apartment." That tone of do it now is still in his voice. But I decide to fight it this time, despite my drunkness.
"Or else what?" I slur. Gee I'm drunk.
Peter pulls something out of his pocket and I realize it's a switchblade. He throws me up against a nearby wall. "What were you saying?" he questions.
I try to squirm away from him but he yanks my arms above my head and holds them there with one hand. With the other hand he cups my face and kisses me. The world outside the kiss disappears. I don't know if it's my intoxication levels, but the kiss feels so wrong, but so right. I start kissing back. Peter's tongue runs along my bottom lip, asking for entry. I open my mouth and he explores it with his tongue, probably tasting the alcohol. When he pulls away he's panting, as am I.
"You sure you don't want to come to my house?" questions Peter.
"I guess I can," I say. I have mixed feelings. I don't know if it's the alcohol but Peter seems so attractive now. Then the other part of me questions about Tobias. He would be heartbroken. I decide to go with my first instinct. "I guess I'll go."
Peter's face lights up, "I knew you would want to," he says lifting me up in his arms.
I feel something in the bottom on my lungs and squeal.
I feel all my energy leaving me. I'm tired. Peter is still carrying me, and I black out in his arms.
A/N: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story, make sure you check out my page! There is an amazing story called New Roads on my profile that I have written. I think it is much better than this story, and I'd give it a try if I were you! Well make sure you review and tell me what you want to see in this story! Thanks!