From time to time, while she's staring at him, Siam wonders how she got involved with a guy like Eric. A huge asshole with a sadistic streak, as well as an attitude problem. She hadn't meant to and it definitely wasn't safe for her, and yet here she is. Laying in their bed, staring at him while he slept. Her hand brushes against his cheek and he grumbles lightly, moving away from her. She smiles softly at him, before frowning. She is totally screwed.

When Siam took the test to find out which faction she belonged to, she'd been sent home by Tori. She'd been scared out of her wits and yet, the next day, she cut her palm and bled over the Dauntless coals. Her parents hadn't cried. They just watched, disappointed by her once again. She hadn't really been the peaceful type anyway and her parents passive aggressive behavior didn't really go well with her, well, active aggression. Faction before blood sounded pretty good to her in that moment.

It didn't sound so good when she realized what was happened to people who were like her. Divergent. When she first came into Dauntless, she was loud and took no shit. She fought almost every day and even if she got her ass beat, she kept going. She wasn't going to smother her anger anymore, especially after doing so for years. When Tori's brother dies, she started to smother her anger again. She stopped picking fights unnecessarily and stayed by Tori's side more often. No one said anything about the change.

When Eric came into Dauntless, she didn't really take notice of him. She was in charge of training the initiates and it's pretty easy when a majority of them are transfers and were practically pissing their pants when she looked at them. The few Dauntless born initiates were very aware of her temper and did their best to not overstep their boundaries.

She noticed Eric while he's fighting an Abnegation transfer named Four. Tori was told by one of her friends who administered the test that year to watch over him. Amar took over that job and even renamed him Four. While Eric's fighting, he sneered and called Four so many rude names that it's no surprise he snaps. Her first thought when she looked at him, bloody and bruised in the infirmary, is that he's a snotty little fuck who deserves every ass beating he gets. She still sat down with him in the infirmary and handed him a rag for his bloody nose. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I holding up the long line of people who want to check if you're okay?" She questioned.

He blushed and looked away. "You should probably stop running your mouth if you don't want to get beat up again. That Four guy really did a number on you and he only transferred a few days ago," she warned.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" He hissed.

She narrowed her eyes, before closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. "Suit yourself. Word of advice though, if you keep walking around like you own the place, you're going to make the wrong person mad and end up with more than a broken nose."

She walked out the infirmary and didn't look back.

When Eric becomes a leader, Siam swore that his head swelled so big that it was going to pop right off his neck and just float away. He became unbearable, bullying transfers and those who actually took his 'power' seriously. When he started to train the initiates, Siam gave up her position and went back to the tattoo parlor. Hearing his voice was so fucking annoying. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't even the second choice he thought he was, and that if she hadn't rejected Max's offer, he wouldn't be a leader. Instead, she just ignored him.

A few months later, Eric came into her office and asked for a tattoo. She told him to take a seat and pick one out. He stared at her for a few moments and she raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

"Can I get a piercing too? Like the one you have?"

"Like this?"

She pointed to her septum piercing. "Or this?"

She grinned and flicked out her tongue, giving him a full view of the barbell inside of her tongue. His eyes flickered to her nose and then to her tongue. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head. "The ones you have on your eyebrow."

"Oh, right. Yeah, whatever you want. You sure you can handle both of them at once, bad boy?"

His eyes darkened a little and Siam smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay then. Let's get started. You know what tattoos you want?"

He nodded and handed her three designs. "Where?"

"Neck, back and arms."

She nodded and went to make the stencils.

Three weeks later, Eric was back for another piercing. "Where this time?" She asked.

"Tongue," He answered curtly.

She grinned at him and he glared at her. "Aw, if you had a crush on me, you should've told me," She teased.

"That's not why, fuck off," He snapped.

"Someone's grouchy," She grumbled.

"Can we just get it over with?"

"I don't know. Tongue piercings take a while to heal and it hinders the speaking ability."

"So?"

"Well, I know how much you like to talk shit. Wouldn't want to stop you from doing that, now would I?"

He glared at her again and she smiled brightly at him. "Oh well, at least you'll shut up for a few weeks."

She motioned for him to sit while she prepared.

When Four gets sick, Siam is asked to replace him in for a game. She grumbled and bitched about it, but still showed up on time. When Eric saw her, he glared and she smirked at him. When their teams were picked, they headed out and the game began. When she saw that Eric was the only one guarding the flag, she almost laughed. "Hey, hot stuff," She greeted, walking towards him.

He glared at her and raised his gun warningly. "I'm almost offended you didn't shoot immediately," She teased.

"I'm pretty offended that you think you can just waltz over here and take my flag," He growled.

"Who's waltzing? Not me," She objected.

As she got closer, she swayed her hips from side to side. Eric's eyes tracked them and she grinned. When she stood directly in front of him, her eyes moved down to his lips. He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes. "You're gonna let me have that flag, aren't you babe?" She asked.

"No chance in hell, sweetheart," he refused.

"Now that's just mean."

"That's how it is."

She leaned forward, her lips grazing his. "Is it?"

His eyes darted down to her lips and nodded. "Yeah."

"You can't make an exception? Just for me?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"But I'd truly appreciate it."

"Would you?"

"Yeah, of course I would. I love it when you give me things."

Eric's eyes darkened and she smiled, licking her lips. She reached up and touched his chest. "Come on, bad boy. Won't you give it to me?"

Eric's breath hitched and she took that as a sign to lean forward and press their lips together. Eric let out a small breathy moan and she smiled into the kiss and took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth. Eric groaned and she nearly smiled again, finger reaching towards the trigger of her gun. She slowly lifted it up and aimed it at his leg. Eric's eyes widened when the dart went into his leg and he stumbled back. Siam laughed and grabbed the flag behind him. "This was really fun, babe, but I gotta dash," She told him, heading towards the ladder. Eric's angry gaze followed her the whole way and even after the game. Siam just winked and blew him a kiss.

Siam probably should have realized that Eric wouldn't let the game go. He just didn't seem like the type of guy. She was right, he wasn't. When the initiates started training to fight, she had to demonstrate with Eric. From the way he grinned at her, she knew he didn't forget. They circled around each other until Eric lunged forward, aiming for her stomach. Siam ducked, her foot swiping to knock Eric off balance. When he falls on the mat, Siam had gone in to pin him. He grabs her hand when she reaches for his chest and flips her onto the ground, knocking the breath out of her. He places his arm over her chest and grins at her. "Not so tough without a gun, huh?" He asked.

"I'm tougher actually," She answered, thrusting her knee forward and hitting him in between his legs.

Eric groaned loudly and she pushed him off of her. She waited for him to get up and surrender, but he didn't. If anything, he looked angrier. They started to circle around each other again for a few moments. "Come on, show me what you can do, princess," Eric teased.

She rolled her eyes and struck out with her fist, hitting his arm. He took a step forward and she took a cautious step back. He smirked at her and she frowned at him, wondering what made him so confident. He rushed her and she quickly dodged. He turned quicker than expected and grazed her face. Her lip stung where he landed the blow and she licked her lip, tasting blood. She smiled and rushed forward dealing out punches to where he was guarding. While he was guarding, Siam kicked him directly where she had shot him yesterday. He yelped and she pounced, pinning him and punching him square in the face. There was the cringeworthy noise of her fist connecting with his face over and over again. Eric was a conceited asshole and she was ready to give him the beating that he seemed to never get while he was here. She was gonna put him in the fucking infirmary. So caught up in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Eric had caught one of her fist until it was too late. He pushed her off of him and threw her down onto the mat. Her head slammed against it and her vision blurred for a second. "Is that all, princess? A few punches? Maybe I should put a gun in your hand, it'll make things a lot more interesting," Eric teased.

Siam ground her teeth and tried to focus on Eric's ugly smug face. She shifted her leg and Eric laughed, trapping them between his. "Not this time. That trick won't work on me again," He told her.

Siam rolled her eyes as he spoke. It seemed all Eric did was talk. She twisted her wrist, feeling it slick with sweat and she almost smiled. Siam's been fighting since before Eric could learn to use the bathroom without a diaper. She stood still for a few minutes and Eric looked at her with a confused look on his face. "You giving up?" He asked.

She smirked at him and, with her hand covered with slick sweat, yanked her wrist out of his grasp, surprising Eric. She pulled back and punched him in the face. He reeled back and Siam grabbed at his chest, twisting one of his nipples. His other hand went towards his chest and she pushed him off of her. When he finally recovered from the hit, he glared at her. "You fight dirty," He pointed out.

"You think your opponents are going to fight clean? I was sure I taught you that during your initiation, buttercup," She teased.

He lunged at her again, grabbing her wrist in his hand. "You're a real bitch you know that?" He asked.

"Yeah, of course I do," She admitted, rolling her eyes.

Eric leaned in close to her, their foreheads touching. "Are you really trying this? I've already done it, sweetheart." She teased.

Eric grinned at her and she frowned. He pulled back and slammed his forehead into hers, grinning when she cried out. "You son of a bitch!" She snapped, yanking her hand out of his grip.

She growled and kicked him in the leg again. His hands immediately flew to the wound and she kicked him again and again. Her head hurt and she felt even dizzier than before. Eric seemed to somehow split himself in two, because she could suddenly see another one towards the left. She kept kicking the one to the right though, all her anger going into her kicks. "You're a fucking asshole and I told you that you'd get your ass beat if you fucked with the wrong one!" She hissed, ceasing her relentless attack.

She groaned as the room started to spin and stumbled down onto the mat. She could feel the familiar feeling of unconsciousness creeping up on her and she groaned again. "Fuck." Was all she said before she blacked out completely.