Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own the 'flirt' collection. Credit goes to that author as well.
The idea to combine the two is mine. All OC's are property of missalohahula.

Dauntless Relationship Chronicles:
Part 2: Good Girl

Summary: Your life is no fairy tale when it comes to love. For you there is no 'perfect guy' with the happily ever after. You've gotten engaged twice and both of them according to your family's standards were perfect. But to you, they were just not the 'right guy'. What is a good girl to do when she meets the 'bad guy' only to find out that he's just the right one for her?

After searching and combing through dozens of stores, I had finally found the right place for my niece's room. She wanted a Disney Princess theme to be plastered all over it. And of course who is going to help her? That would be her dear Aunt Ana.

Now why am I heading back to the store to return the items to decorate her room? Because apparently she does not like the Little Mermaid as much as she did last week. Now she wants to decorate her room like Cinderella. And not just any Cinderella, I need to design it the way it was in the movie with Lily James and Richard Madden. Seriously, I would have said 'no'. But I have a lot of time on my hands and I love my nieces and nephews.

Where are you? We're at the Pit, waiting.

That would be my annoying sister in law, Nita. Okay, so maybe she was not annoying. But at this moment, she and my mother were desperately trying to set me up with men that they knew.

A blind date at the Pit is not my first idea of romance. Someone told me that now the bartenders are taking bras to hang up along with the panties in there.

I'm returning your daughter's things at the store. Be there in ten.

I sent the text. I forgot the guy's name she wanted me to meet anyways. I shook my head walking away from the store as they turned to lock up. Of course the owner was not in and the person doing the return took almost an entire hour. By now the streets were empty since majority of the business had closed down. My car was parked across the street which stood alone in the darkness.

Just as I was about to pull out my keys I noticed someone take a step back from my car.

"Excuse me," I told the person. "What are you..."

The guy turned to me and immediately pulled a knife from his jacket. I froze in place and stared at the knife. "Don't make a sound and I won't have to hurt you."

"Here," I threw my bag at him. "It's a Michael Kors. It's real, you could probably get a good deal on it," I took a step back.

The guy looked at the bag and then back at me. "I was about to take the bag," he smiled, "but then I saw your pretty face," he stalked closer.

Come on Ana, run! But I stayed grounded in place.

"I think I'll take just one more thing from you," he gripped my arm and pulled me towards the side of the building.

Why wasn't I struggling?

Why was I just walking willingly with him?

"I don't want any trouble. Just take the bag and, ah," I screamed when he threw me up against the wall.

"I want more than just a bag, maybe a bang," he snickered and pushed his body against mine.

"No," I shouted. "Leave me alone! You already have the bag."

"Shut up," he scolded as he pressed the knife to my throat. "I already told you not to scream," he dragged the knife down from my neck and slowly over my blouse.

He was close enough where I was able to lift my knee to his crotch sending causing him to cry out.

"You little bitch," he snarled.

Just as he was about to grab me again, he ended up falling to the ground. I blinked my eyes several times to see my attacker on the ground wrestling with another guy.

Where in the world did the second guy come from? There were no other cars around in the parking lot. All the stores were closed already. I know I should have ran to the car but I couldn't help but look at this guy who had jumped in to stop my attacker and realizing that he was getting beaten up.

I really should have run but for some reason I was more concerned about my hero's wellbeing than that of my own at the moment. I couldn't even scream for help. Usually that's what I yell at damsels in distress on television but in this moment of pure panic all I could do was stand there in fear as the man who attacked me wrestled with the man who was trying to stop him.

There were heavy punches thrown here and there as each man groaned or grunted in agony. I don't know how it happened but the man was able to get off the ground and head butt my attacker. My attacker ended up slicing his knife at the man. My hero was going to die because of me.

Without thinking about what was happening, I ran towards my attacker lifted my leg to kick him in the back. My heel cut into him turning his body to me. He lunged after me but that was just the right amount of distraction for the other man to take him down. I looked around for something to tie him up only to have the guy break free and come after me again. I pulled back and landed a punch square against the guy's face as he fell backwards, unconscious.

"Nice one," the guy chuckled and pulled the attacker away, tying his hands behind his back.

Just then a dog came running towards the man.

"Impeccable timing, Rocky," he chuckled even more and patted the dogs head. "Where were you when this sweet lady needed you? He was probably sleeping in my truck."

The guy got up and for the first time I wondered if I was safe or not. This guy looked like an 'attacker'. He was tall and built, had a short beard, tattoos and not to mention looked quite beaten up.

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned away. "I'm sorry I'm still a little shocked."

He handed me my bag and then stepped back. "You want to call the police or should I?"

"The Police, right," I let out a shaky breath and tried to still my fingers as they searched in my bag for my cell. "Hello, I was just attacked at the Dauntless Shopping Center. Please hurry," I said into the phone as the 911 operator assured me that help was on its way.

I stood there for a while, holding my phone to my face in pure shock. I had taken self-defense classes but it seemed that knowing all of that never prepared me for actually being in the type of situation. It felt totally different out here with a knife to my throat as opposed to fighting our instructor at the gym.

"Hey, you alright," a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. It was the man who had stopped my attacker.

"I'm just," I stopped, shaking my head and looking down. I wanted to cry.

Almost immediately the sound of sirens filled the air as one patrol car pulled up after another.

"Thanks again," I turned to the guy who offered a small smile. "You just jumped in from nowhere."

"I was working late today on the roof," he nodded to the building behind me. "I heard a scuffle, saw that you weren't in a good position and just jumped down," he shrugged.

"You jumped off a building to save me," I questioned looking down at his leg. "Oh God, I hope they're bringing am ambulance."

"I'm fine," he limped.

"I'm Ana Summers by the way," I held out my hand, "Well JoyAnna but my friends call me Ana."

"I'm Eric, Eric…"

"Hands in the air, Coulter," shouted a police officer with his gun pointing at the man.

"Are you okay, ma'am," asked another officer.

I looked around confused for a while until I realized that they were hand cuffing my savior. "Wait," I replied, "that man saved me. He's the one who attacked me," I pointed to the man on the ground.

The whole time Rocky was growling at the police officer who had cuffed his owner. "You saved her," he questioned as though it was out of his character.

"Yes he did," I answered.

"Coulter," another officer shouted as they got the attacker put away in the car. "You're the one causing the trouble tonight? Am I making a call to your parole officer again?"

"For what," my savior questioned. "My parole was up almost two months ago. I celebrated it at my friend Tobias' place."

"It seems he's the hero tonight, sir," the officer who cuffed him released him.

The third officer turned to me. "Is that true?"

"Yes, he jumped off that building to stop the attack," I responded pointing towards the roof.

That same officer motioned for me to step a few feet away and started to ask me about tonight. I recounted everything to him, even the part where I choose the wrong Disney Princess decorations hence the reason why I was at the store right before closing. I had just come up to the part where I was saved when the officer stopped me.

"Look I know that guy over there helped you but he's no hero."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Eric Coulter has an arrest record. He's no stranger to fights here in town. Just say thank you and then stay away from him. You seem like a nice person. We wouldn't want you getting mixed up with the likes of him," the officer warned.

For some reason, that did little to change my mind. Who knows what could have happened to me if the guy did not jump off a roof to, and yes I'm going to say it again, save me. And he did jump off a roof. He fought a guy with a knife to stop me from being attacked. All I saw was someone who risked his own life to protect my own.

Of course I wasn't going to tell the police officer otherwise. "Thank you, officer. Would I need to report to the station for anything?"

"No," he affirmed. "But we will let you know what happens."

I walked back towards the other patrol cars and noticed that the officer was taking Eric's statement. Eric, I thought as he looked over and me and smiled. He may have looked like a scary person but there was something about that smile that told me he deserved a second chance. And after tonight, I was willing to give him that second chance.

The police officers left, taking my attacker away. It was only then that I realized I was really late for my blind date.

"I'm sorry," I turned to Eric, "if I kept you from anything." It looks like I didn't need to go to the blind date after all.

"No you haven't," he replied.

"Did they say anything about an ambulance or taking you to the ER to get looked at?"

"I don't have medical. It would have cost a ton for an ambulance or even more if I went to the hospital," he shook his head.

"I can pay for it," I quickly responded.

"Pay for it," he blinked at me.

"I'm serious. It's the least I could do after what you've done for me."

"I knew you didn't belong here," he smiled.

"Belong here? What is that supposed to mean?"

"This isn't the best part of town. In fact it's pretty dangerous for a beautiful rich woman like you to be walking around at night by yourself," he stated.

I blushed because he called me beautiful. "I'm not rich," I replied. I wasn't about to tell him who my parents or who my brothers were.

"The fact that you are offering to pay for my hospital bill tells me otherwise," he crossed his arms. It didn't help me any because I noticed the blood that was smeared on them.

"You're hurt."

"Honestly, I'm fine."

"You jumped off a roof," I turned to look at the building and it was pretty high. Turning back to Eric I could see the scratches on him, bits of rock that were in his skin. "Let me look," I motioned to him as he took a step closer.

To be honest I enjoyed the feeling of his skin under my fingertips. Every now and then I could feel his eyes staring down at me. I started to move my hands away from his arms and guide them over his chest and stomach. Maybe I wasn't looking for bruises or wounds anymore but I found a whole lot of muscle and it made me start to breathe a bit hard.

"That cop didn't warn you to stay away from me?"

"I'm a big girl," I looked up at his husky voice. "I can make a decision for myself. If you're not going to go to the hospital, at least let me take you out for a beer? I could use one myself."

"You're going to be insistent about this, aren't you," he lifted an eyebrow.

"I am," I smiled.

He let out a chuckle and then sighed. "Never seen a woman stand up to me before," he shook his head. "Let me get my stuff and then we can grab a drink."

Eric put on a clean shirt and told me to meet him at a bar called the Chasm that was a few blocks from here. I hadn't really heard of the place, it was fairly new.

"It's the nicest place for someone like you to be at."

"Again what is that supposed to mean," I questioned.

"You may have said you're not rich but I know the type when I see it," he motioned to me as Rocky jumped into his truck. "You don't see too much good girls like you around in Dauntless. Let me guess," he tapped his chin, "You're from Amity."

I crossed my arms. "My Mother is from Amity. My father is from here."

"Right," he chuckled.

"And besides I'm only dressed up because I was going on a date," I looked away.

"Then why are you going with me to a bar," he questioned.

"I cancelled. Didn't you hear I said I was going on a date, a blind date at that thong bar," I finished as he burst out in laughter.

"Even I know not to take a good girl like you to a place like the Pit."

"Can you stop calling me that?"

"Alright, alright," he put his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll meet you at the Chasm."