**THEY ALREADY GOT THEIR APARTMENTS**
I am no Veronica Roth, so remember that. I don't own any of the characters except for the initiates, la dee da.
"Congratulations to those who made it this far, for those who didn't,
maybe you should've chosen a different faction," Eric says, smiling like a lunatic. I really don't like Eric. Four walks up to me, smiling.
"Do you think a hug would be too much?" He asks, approaching me.
"I don't really care anymore!" I say as I kiss him. It takes me a moment to notice everyone's gawking. Four gives them a death glare and they instantly get back to what they were doing, still surprised that he & I are an item. Christina still stares, and after a few moments she decides to walk up.
"What was that?" Christina asks suspiciously.
"A kiss," I reply innocently, knowing it will annoy her.
"It's clear it was a kiss. So, you and him?" She asks, giggling.
"Yep," I say, popping the 'p'.
"Surprising, I would have thought Al was your type, or Will, but he's taken, don't get any ideas," Christina warns.
"I won't get any ideas, he's not my type," I say. I smile, thinking of Four.
"Well, Uriah is holding a 'Candor or Dauntless' party tonight and I need to get you ready." Four stands a few feet away, and hearing what Christina says, mouths the word 'sorry'. I glare at him and let Christina drag me over to her apartment.
"Christina, do you think Al likes me?" I ask. Al has told me he does before, but I'm not sure if he's lying or not. After what he was going to do to me, I've learned not to trust him.
"Of course he does, sweetie," She says like it's obvious.
"Alright. I just wanted to have confirmation, it just scares me, what he was going to do to me," I say.
"Don't worry, you won't ever have to see him again, he's factionless!" Christina says. She then grabs a whole bag of makeup, shifting through the contents until she finds what she's looking for. She picks up a purple tube.
The tube's words are almost unreadable they're so faded, but I make out one word: Maybelline. I'm guessing that Maybelline is the company. She unscrews the top part, and picks it up to reveal a long stick with a collection of wires with black paint on them. She puts the top in the bottom once or twice, putting it in then taking it out. She applies this makeup to my eyelashes, making them longer and darker.
The next product that Christina takes out is what I recognize to be eye shadow. My mom had me wear a little for a wedding I went to when I was 12. I still remember the feeling of happiness from that day. I had never been allowed to wear makeup before, so I was giddy. The eye shadow she puts on me is a sparkly silver color.
The next thing she produces from her bag is something she tells me is called Liquid Eyeliner. It comes in an odd shaped tube and the eyeliner is black. She takes the top off and applies what she says is a style of makeup called winged eyeliner. It makes my eyes pop.
After the Liquid Eyeliner she puts some blush on me. The blush comes in a little compact. The blush she puts on me is a coral pink. To apply the blush she makes my smile really wide, and then puts it on my cheeks. (I KNOW THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO APPLY BLUSH)
After blush is lip-gloss and lipstick. First Christina puts on a nice soft pink lipstick, and then she applies a pink lip-gloss. The lipstick gives my lips color, whereas the lip-gloss helps enhance that and adds some shimmer.
After Christina is finished with my makeup it's time for my outfit. Because this party can 'leave you in barely anything very quickly' Christina has me wear multiple layers. I wear a pair of leggings, a tank top, a tight shirt, a short black dress, a cropped leather jacket and a pair of black pumps.
Once I'm dressed Christina takes a minute to decide what to do with my hair. She finally picks up a curling iron and curls my hair, making my usually wavy hair into soft curls. After the curls are perfectly placed, she turns my chair around so I'm facing the mirror.
I look pretty, but not gorgeous. With her skill in makeup she's made my thin nose seem a bit thicker than it is, and my dull eyes pop. She also highlighted the better parts of my face: my mouth, my face shape, ect.
"Eeee! You're ready!" Christina squeaks. Does she know a girly language that I don't speak?
"I think it's time to go," I say as I grab my clutch and drag Christina out the door and over to Uriah's apartment. I have to admit, Uriah's apartment is messy. What has he been doing with Marlene in here? His bedroom door is closed, but clearly disastrous. His living room has couches with frayed edges, the fridge is full of spoiled food and the rest of the apartment is just plain disguising. It smells like rotting vegetables and cologne, which is NOT a good scent.
"Alright! Listen up! Listen up! For those of you who are left, welcome to Uriah's man cave! Today we are playing Dauntless Truth or Dare, also known as Candor or Dauntless!" The people gathered around let out a whoop and Uriah points to Zeke to continue.
"Here is how you play: You will be given a choice, candor or dauntless. Candor means you have to truthfully answer one question, dauntless means you have to complete one dare. If you do not wish to do the truth or dare you must take off one article of clothing. Socks and shoes don't count. Let the games begin!" Zeke yells. I take a minute to look around and see who's there. Zeke, Uriah, Christina, Shauna, Lynn, Marlene, Al, Will, Four, and Lauren are present.
"I get to start! I get to start!" Christina squeals.
"Go ahead," Uriah says in approval.
"Lauren, C or D?" Christina asks, smiling.
"Dauntless!" Lauren says confidently. This is followed by a chorus of shouts and stomps.
"I dare you to dress up as a princess and make sure everyone calls you 'Your Majesty' for the rest of the game," Christina says with a devilish glint in her eyes. Lauren nods and changes into the costume Zeke produces.