Prologue
"Your father and the tramp died last night," my mother stated plainly as my 8 year old self groggily entered the kitchen. My heart stopped as tears distorted my vision I crumpled to the ground.
My brother kneeled next to me, "Toni you can't show weakness," he whispered.
Today my mother left with her 11th playtoy. I didn't cry. I couldn't pity someone who can't pity. Not someone abused me with a heartless gleam in her eyes. Even if Victor sometimes took the punches for me, I took it all and took it to heart. All she left me with in the end was a "Goodbye Antoine," and with a wave of her hand dumped me into my 12 year old brother's care, two years ago my father died and my heart went with him.
Chapter 1
The day went on like any other. I sat through class not caring, I am Dauntless after all. I came home and flirted with Rachel went to sleep. Repeat. Yet today I came home and me and Rachel didn't just flirt we kissed, then freaked out and ran like cowards. That's where all the trouble began.
"Hey Rach," I said sidling up to my beautiful blonde haired brown eyed friend.
That's right friend nothing more, there was nothing more than a friendship between up despite what Shaun thinks. He always seemed to be prodding in any of my friendships with girls and hasn't received any dirt, nor will he. I've never been in a real relationship before, some kissing but no actual lovey-dovey shenanigans. That is the game my brother Victor plays, a disgusting heart-wrenching game.
"Well hello there Toni," Rachel replied with a flip of her curly hair, "How was your day at the place where the Erudite thrive and the rest barely survive?" she asked reciting a joke she overheard me and Shaun say.
"Well, it was boring, useless, and utterly horrifying," I laughed as we carelessly zigzagged between people who shot us dirty looks.
We reached a space where we were finally alone and away from the chasm so it could be relatively quiet a scarce occurrence in this faction. The air was cool from a fan blowing behind us, Rachel's hair blowing in the wind as if we were in a movie.
"So, Toni…" she giggled.
I winked back a signature flirting technique I had learned from my brother.
Before I knew it her lips were on mine. I reached my hand up and ran it threw her hair until it met the arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer. Our eyes fluttered open as we gasped.
"Oh I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen," she muttered not meeting my eyes.
"No, no it was not," I said and we ran.