Tris's POV:
"Oh come on, at least let me dress you up," Christina whines. She's been trying to get me to go shopping with her for an hour now. What can I say? Being Abnegation your whole life doesn't really build up a girl's desire to walk around forever just to try on outfit after outfit.
"You mean like a Barbie doll?" I counter, "No thanks."
"Please, please, please, please, please!" Christina clasps her hands together and kneels by my bunk. Her lower lip layers the other. By now I learned that when Christina resorts to pleading, there's no use to try and contradict her.
"Fine…" She immediately springs to action and drags me toward the pit. She's like a motorboat and I'm the girl on the jet skis just trying to stay afloat while being pulled along. Finally, when stop by a shop window with tight black clothing and high studded boots. Christina claps merrily and shuffles me inside.
I stand with my weight on one leg and my arms folded for a while before I have to sit down. Meanwhile, Christina's arms are practically drowning in fabric. I roll my eyes.
The store's furniture is square and plush. I run my fingers through the short fuzz when suddenly and figure sits down next to me. I'm about to ask the person beside me how many outfits I'm going to have to try on until I realize it isn't Christina. I turn my head to see a bulky, monstrous boy staring at me. Peter.
"Get away from me," I say, surprised at how stable it sounds considering I would never imagine Peter coming to sit next to me in a million years.
"No," he replies, coolly staring forward.
"Then what the heck do you want?" My voice is cold, which is as nice as I can possibly be considering Peter tried to kill me by hanging me over the chasm.
"Oh, not much. I saw you and Four talking today. Actually, I've seen you two talking a lot. And it seems pretty strange that right when you pull ahead in rankings I start noticing you and him hanging out, don't you think?" His eyes boar into mine.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now go away before I punch you in the gut." Right then, Christina looks over. Out of the corner of my eye I see her drop Mount Saint Clothing and cross the room in 3 long strides.
"Why are you talking to Tris?" Christina shouts while pointing a long finger at him.
"Oh, I was just paying her a-" Peter begins. He can't even fit in a full sentence before Christina yells at him again.
"If you ever so much as speak to her again I swear I will punch your face in. You got that?"
Peter stands with his hands raised in mock surrender and slowly begins backing out of the store. He makes some useless comment like, "No need to get crazy" and then the weirdest thing happens. He winks at me before continuing a leisurely walk through the pit; hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.
Christina's eyes un-narrow and she shakes her head slightly to clear it.
"Whatever, let's just try these on you," she says before going back to pick up the clothes she selected.
I must wear a million outfits, but I can't remember which ones I even bought. The whole time I was just thinking about Peter. How insane he is. How malicious he is. How confusing he is.
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