A/N: This is our first fanfiction, and first chapter, so I'm sorry if it isn't that good. Any constructive advice would be great. So, I share this account with Celia, and I'm Carly. I'm the main writer, but she gives me ideas... Regina is based off of her, and Alana is based off of me! Enjoy! Oh, and this is as if there wasn't a war, and everyone who died (Except Al) is still alive. Also, any title suggestions?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Divergent characters, or setting, only the new initiates and some of the plot.
Chapter 1:
Tris's POV:
My eyes groggily open and I find myself snuggled up on Tobias's chest. He was already awake, apparently just watching me sleep. He strokes my blonde hair and says, "Good morning, Tris. Time for work, it's initiation day." Tobias scoops me up and sets me on my feet.
"I'll shower first," I call as I run into the spacious bathroom that we share.
Tobias follows me and replies, "Maybe I'll join you." He grins and winks at me. I playfully push him out and lock the door.
"Don't even think about it, Tobias." I quickly shower and get dressed. I put on dark blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, a grey crop top, and combat boots. As I finish up my makeup, Tobias barges in declaring that he is going to shower now. Tobias turns on the water and takes off his shirt. I try to keep my eyes from staring, but they continue to wander back to his muscular chest.
"I'd hurry up, Tris, I'm about to fully undress," Tobias warns with a grin on his face. I roll my eyes and quickly finish my messy braid. I run out of the bathroom right as Tobias slips off his pants and gets in the shower. Tobias takes a longer shower than I do. It's 6:50am, Will, my friend, should be talking to the new initiates. Tobias comes out of the bathroom wearing dark blue jeans and a grey shirt that shows off his abs. He secretly likes to match what I'm wearing, and often likes tight shirts to show his abs off. He thinks they make him look more intimidating, but I'm pretty sure it just makes him eye candy.
"Really, Tobias? You took longer getting ready than I did! Let's get going, we can't miss the first jumper!" I excitedly cry, sprinting out the door, carrying a blueberry muffin in my hand. I choke down the muffin as I run to the net. The first jumper shouldn't be long now.
Tobias gently rests his hand on the small of my back and whispers, "Don't be too harsh with these kids. I might have to punish you if you are." He wiggles his eyebrows and smirks. I sigh and roll my eyes at my boyfriend and watch as a figure falls from the roof. I clasp my hands together and up towards my mouth, excited to see the first jumper. Tobias leaves my side and helps an average sized girl from the net.
"What's your name? You only get to pick once," I happily say, quoting Tobias from my initiation.
"Caroline. My name is Caroline," the long haired blue eyed girl replied, out of breath.
"First jumper, Caroline!" Tobias cries loudly, so everyone can hear. I smile at her and watch the second jumper. I leave Caroline to help the boy. He is tall and muscular, with very short light brown hair and soft brown eyes. I held back a tear, he reminded me of Al. I hold out my hand, and he gratefully takes it.
As I pull him out of the net with great difficulty, he says, "Thanks for helping me. I can't believe I'm actually here. I'm Derek, by the way."
"Well, Derek, congratulations on being the second jumper. Unfortunately, that's not an important title. I think it should be, though," I reply, slightly smiling at the boy that made me remember sad memories. Derek nods and begins to chat with Caroline. The next jumper is a very short boy, pretty skinny too, with dark brown, almost black, shaggy hair and piercing green eyes, whose name is Elliot. The next two jumpers jumped together, holding hands. At first, I thought they were a couple, but then I realized they were best friends. Alana had short, dark brown, curly hair with deep brown eyes. She was short, maybe an inch or two shorter than Elliot. The girl who had jumped with her was Regina. She had light brown, medium length straight hair, and towered over her best friend. They quickly made distance from the rest of the jumpers and talked in hush whispers with each other. I wonder what they were talking about, because Alana began to blush profusely. The next jumper came quickly after that, and she got out of the net by herself. She had very straight red hair with slightly overgrown bangs, and hazel eyes, whose name was Tash. She began chatting to the group immediately. The next jumper was a boy named Joey. He was average height, and looked pretty average too. Short orange hair, brown eyes, nothing special. He didn't go to the group. He sits on the hard ground, all alone. I kind of felt bad for the guy. Feeling down, I edged closer to Four. He glared at me with his gorgeous eyes that made me melt, and I quickly remembered we can't show our love, at least, not yet. He backs away and stands still, quite serious looking. I stifle a giggle and his mouth twitches into a smile. The next jumper was the loudest of them all. The girl screamed a really high pitched scream the whole way down, which was very irritating. She has short, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes , with freckles on her nose and cheeks. We soon found out her name was Paige, after she declared it quite loudly. The next jumper was a girl named Madeline. I could tell right away that she would be the big bitch of the group. I'll have to watch her. She has piercing blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, average height and very skinny. The next to last jumper was a boy named John. He had brown hair that almost reached his deep chocolate eyes. I guess you could say he was attractive, but something was off about him, and I'm not sure what. I'll have to talk to Four about it. The final jumper was a fairly tall, beefy boy who had slightly shaggy blonde hair, with blue eyes that had a grey tint to them, whose name is Connor. If looks could kill, I would be long dead by now.
Four ushers the initiates to the entrance of the Pit and says, "Welcome to Dauntless. I'm Four and this is Six." He raises a hand in my direction.
"Why are your names numbers?" Madeline scoffs.
"Because they are. You got a problem with that? Cause if you do I can make you have a date with the bottom of the cliff," I snap back, and the rest of the initiates gasp and giggle. Madeline steps back and glares at her me.
"As I was saying," Four continues, "We will be your instructors. Respect us, and we will respect you. Be in the training room at 6:00am in the morning. Six will show you around." And with that, Four turns on his heels and walks into the shadows. It's all me, now.
"As you know, I'm Six. Anyway, follow me to the dormitory where you will all be sleeping," I say as I quickly walk towards the room that I used to live in. I push open the door and muse, "Pick your bunks. Get changed, I don't care. Be in the Pit in an hour. You know where that is." I slam the door behind me as the initiates look terrified and bewildered. I run to my apartment with Four and collapse into his arms.
"What's wrong, Tris?" Four murmurs gently, stroking my hair.
"They all remind me of people. Derek, he reminded me so much of Al, oh I almost broke down in tears. And Connor, he reminds me so much of Peter. I don't think I can do this, Four! I can't! I'm weak!" I sob into his shoulder.
"I know, Tris. It's okay. You aren't weak. You're the bravest and strongest girl I know. Come on, get some rest," he whispers into my forehead, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. He scoops me up and lays me on the bed. I quickly drift off to sleep and the last thing I see before I do, are his gorgeous eyes looking into mine.