This takes place in the wild after the "Specials" book. I own nothing, Uglies is Scott Westerfeld's concept.
"David," Tally said. David grunted through a mouthful of SpagBol in response. "How did you get that scar on your eyebrow? You never did tell me." She asked and slurped up some CurryNoods. The flickering fire softened Tally's wild features a little bit, making her look less feral than usual. "When I was thirteen I went hoverboarding barefoot to show off. I was really dumb. First turn I took fell off and hit my face on a rock. Did I mention I wasn't wearing crash bracelets?" David chuckled recalling his stupidity . "That taught me my lesson. There was blood all over. I thought I was gonna die at the time, but Mom and Dad told me that head wound bleed a lot and that I was fine. I didn't even have a concussion! But, I now have a scar from being a show off." He sighed and ran a finger across the line of puckered skin on his forehead.
"Yeah, I guess I have scars from being dumb to." Tally held out her arms with a wry smile on her face. "No Tally," David said softly, lightly stroking across the scars on her arms. "That wasn't your fault, that was you being a Special-head. That was Dr. Cable screwing with you. You didn't do this to yourself. Special Circumstances did." He looked into Tally's cold, gray eyes. She turned away from David's gaze, a lump rising in her throat. "Whatever, at least I won't have to wonder about your scar anymore. Night." Tally pulled down her sleeves and crawled into her tent leaving her meal, and David, alone. "Night Tally." He muttered flatly and sullenly finished his meal, rubbing his scar.