Disclaimer:I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own the 'flirt' collection. Credit goes to that author as well.
The idea to combine the two is mine. All OC's are property of missalohahula.

Dauntless Relationship Chronicles:
Part 4: Cupid

Summary: And date... Those words will haunt you for the rest of the Summer. Everyone is getting married it seems. And here you sit at the table full of single girls with an empty chair next to you that says 'and date'. There is no date. There hasn't been one for years and nothing else is working. Match dot com can't seem to match you up. Then someone introduces you to one last formula, one last chance. And you'll do anything to get Cupid to work his magic on you once again.

I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. Of course Peter would stick me at this table. The nerve of him. He couldn't have me seated as the same table as Tris. No of course not, I shook my head. The only other friend I knew here in Dauntless and Peter places me at the single girl's table. And when I say 'girls' I mean the ladies of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood not the Traveling Pants one.

Okay so maybe they weren't that old.

"I said, Peter and I grew up next to each other," I explained louder to one of the women across the way.

Peter and I hated one another and he only became my friend after I had become friends with Tris. But then she got married and our trio became a psychotic duo which ended badly when we attempted to date after Tris' wedding. And I mean 'date' not sleep. He was a jerk the entire time.

And now even that jerk was getting married. I felt pity for the girl.

"You grew up with Peter," the lady looked me over before running her hands along her blue skirt. She looked like she was dress for business not a wedding.

"And why is it that your date is not here," asked another woman who dressed in a dark red dress with a brown shawl.

Not only did Peter put me at this table but he put an empty seat next to me that said 'Christina Kravitz and date'. He knew damn well I wasn't seeing anyone and doing that just his way of rubbing it in my face that he was getting married before me. I hope they get a divorce!

"There is no date," I closed my eyes and looked away.

"Oh honey," patted the third woman with a tattoo on her back that was shown by her backless dress. "You're such a pretty girl. I just don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend. Wait," her eyes widened, "you're not one of those women are you?"

"Tori," scolded the woman who was dressed for business, "we shouldn't judge people on their life choices."

"If you're talking about what I think you're talking about then that is not the case with me," I smiled. "I like men, a lot," I added in the end. "I just can't seem to find the right one."

My last real relationship had been years ago. Robert and the co-worker he cheated on me with had gotten married. He later divorced her and now they are both married again. She found her prince charming and Robert is on his fourth marriage. I sighed knowing that I probably would not get a prince charming. At this point I'd settle for Mr. Works-Alongside-the-Prince.

"What about those dating websites like eHarmony or match dot com," asked the fourth woman on the table who looked back at her wine before downing it.

"I tried four of them with no such luck," I shook my head. "I've agreed to set ups, blind dates," I listed. "I even did speed dating."

"Oh dear," the business woman's eyes popped open, "You shouldn't turn to drugs. They aren't the answer."

I smiled. "Speed dating is a really quick date with a bunch of men. It's not a drug."

"We had a name for that kind of girl in our day," said business woman.

"You were that kind of girl," teased the tattooed woman as they all laughed.

I took a quick sip of my wine and then set it down. "I'd probably have a date if I was that kind of girl. Either way," I looked around. "I've tried everything. I think Cupid doesn't even want to bother with me."

"Maybe you need to make some changes in your life," deep red dress suggested. She snapped her fingers and then pointed to me with a smile. "I bet your spiritual aura is all off."

"Oh of course," the tattoo woman clapped, "You're probably right, Johanna. It must be bad Feng Shui. You'll never land a man if your spiritual essence is off. You need to get your Feng Shui adjusted."

I looked at all four of them to see them nodding happily. "I'm pretty sure that my gynecologist would have noticed that at the last check up."

That's when they started to laugh. The woman known as Johanna touched my arm. "Feng Shui is not that honey. It's all about the energy flow in your home and in the things around you."

"I live in an apartment. There isn't much room for flow," I moved my hands around.

"It doesn't matter if you lived in a box. The type of things you have in your home or the way things are arranged affect how energy flows through your life." She turned around and pulled out her business card. "I'm a consultant in all things spiritual. Give me a call and I can see how we can fix your relationship energy flow."

"I didn't even know I had a relationship energy flow," I admitted taking the card.

"Johanna really knows her stuff," business woman added. "She took a look at my prosperity energy flow and low and behold," she held her glass up in a toast, "I made CEO."

The tattooed woman reached over and patted my hand. "You just have to put all things in your life in the right place. Johanna did my place and I can't keep the men away."

Just then an older gentleman who looked to be in his forties came up to the table and asked her to dance.

That could have been blamed on her outfit or the flirty signals she was throwing out. Feng Shui and spiritual essence all seemed like some sort of psychic mumbo jumbo. Would it really help turn my love life around? It seemed to be working for my new 'girl friends' that had a string of dance partners at their beck and call. Was it really due to Johanna's spiritual essence? Regardless of what it was, I tucked away the card and got ready to leave. I still can't believe that Peter Hayes had gotten married.

"How was the wedding," my mother asked on the phone the next day.

She and my father were visiting my older brother who just had his third child. Yup, all my brothers were giving my parents grandchildren. There's no pressure there for me, sarcastic eye roll.

"It was nice."

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Yes, I made friends with four wonderful older women in their forties."

"Christina," she scolded. "I meant the male population..."

"I have a boyfriend, mom," I lied. "He couldn't make it."

"He never makes it to anything," she added as I sighed. My mother was ready to pay someone to date me. When she was my age, she'd like to remind me that she had been happily married to my father for a wonderful five years and was pregnant with my second brother. "He better be able to make it to your cousin's wedding. I hope to meet him."

"He's a restaurant manager. It's tough to get weekends off," I continued to lie.

"Restaurant manager," she questioned. "I thought you said he was a bar manager."

Dammit I obviously wasn't that good at lying. "The bar is in the restaurant," I closed my eyes. "I like to think that he got a promotion to make him sound good."

"You don't sound too excited about him."

"Don't worry mom," I told her.

"How does the dress look by the way?"

I turned to the closet to see the dress that I would wear for the next six weddings this Summer. Why? Why did everyone feel the need to get married in the Summer? And why did the first wedding I have to attend by that of Peter Hayes? I still felt sorry for the girl.

"It's ready to be used to see someone else get their happily ever after," I finished.

It was during the second wedding that I just totally couldn't take it anymore. I had a few guys hit on me and they were total weirdos. One of them asked me if I was wearing a thong. I'm serious. That was his opening line. Then I met an engaged groomsmen who was looking for one last good time before he tied the knot later on that month. I decided I needed to make changes, fast. I pulled out Johanna's card and called her.

"Johanna Reyes, Interior decorating and Cupid's formula consultant," she answered.

"Johanna, this is Christina, Christina Kravitz from the wedding two weeks ago," I started. "I'd really like to check out my relationship energy flow."

That was exactly what happened a couple days later. Johanna came by my apartment and immediately started to point out things that she claimed was wrong. For one, the art painting that I had was deemed wretched by her. I had to take it down and put up a happier picture.

"Why don't you have two candles," she asked picking up a jar with one candle in it.

"Because I only have myself here and..."

A soft whack landed on my arm. "You need to stop thinking about it as only yourself. You're sending signals into the universe that you are okay with things being single here. You need to start thinking in twos, in pairs," she added. "Right now, it's like you're begging the universe to keep you single."

We went to take a look into my living room, the bathroom and especially the bedroom.

"Get the computer out of your bedroom unless you want a relationship only with your work," she advised. "You need to get symbols of love and romance in here. Get some pink roses and pink quartz."

There was so much other things she told me to do that consisted of clearing out the clutter that I had accumulated.

"Doing a thorough cleaning will help get your energy moving in here again. I know it sounds like a lot but you can make it work. You need to get a few items," she handed me another card. "There's a terrific store down in Dauntless Shopping Center called the Inspirational Eye."

"Shopping," I smiled, "now that is something that I can do."

She invited me to join her, Jeanine, Jacqueline and Tori on Sundays. They get together and have brunch. Apparently the other 'girls' had been asking about me. I declined since I had a lot of cleaning to do. All morning and early afternoon was spent cleaning. I had downsized a good portion of my belongings and was feeling really energized to get this energy thing flowing.

Now that I got most of my apartment clean and rearranged, I decided to complete the other assignment which was shopping. This was definitely something I could do.

I grabbed my purse and headed for the store that Johanna recommended. The place was packed with shelves of vases, statues, paintings and other items. Antique chairs and tables were arranged in stylish setups.

I ran my hand along one of the shelves that held beautiful candle holders. I was just on my way to grab a basket when one was held up for me.

"Hello. Welcome to the Inspirational Eye. Would you need a basket for your shopping needs today?"

I was caught off guard by his crooked smile and gorgeous eyes. He wasn't really my type but there was something that made me forget to breathe for a while.

"I would like one," I took it and smiled. "Thank you."

"Sure thing," he nodded continuing to smile. "Did you need help with anything else?"

I quickly looked at my purse and started to dig in it for the list that Johanna had given me of things in pairs or certain colored items I would need to get more energy flowing up in my place. "Um, I need two candle holders, crystal looking," I added as he took two from the shelf and put them in my basket. He still smiled at me. I shook my head and looked back down at the list. "I also need two lamps."

"It's at the back of the store. Let me show you," he put an arm up and began to walk there. "I'm Will by the way," he turned to me, "Will Turner."

"Christina Kravitz," I said as he shook my hand. It was a firm handshake. Then again everything about him looked firm. Dammit Christina what are you thinking about? I took my hand away and continued to follow him. I watched his back and how straight it looked. I hope he was straight too.

Wait, I shook my head. He's not your type Christina.

The more I watched him walk, the more I couldn't look away though and by the time we arrived at the lamp section, I was nervous and fidgety. I watched his hands move over one of the lamps as he showed it me and kept looking at his mouth as he talked. What in the world did this guy do to me? I had to remind myself that he wasn't what I was looking for.

"What are you looking for," he asked.

"Excuse me," I took a step back wondering if he knew I was picturing him without a shirt on.

"The lamp," he reminded me. "There's this one here," he set it down, "or you can go with something more elegant. Is there something specific you're looking for?"

"A boyfriend," I muttered before shaking my head. I looked back down at the words Johanna had reminded me. "I want something neutral, in earth tones." I looked over his shoulder to see a creamy silk color lamp and immediately loved how it felt like love. "Do you have another one like this? I need two."

Will nodded. "Let me just check in the back."

I took a step back as he walked passed me and couldn't help but inhale his scent. And he smelt good. I looked through some paintings as I waited for him. There was one of a beautiful sunset and I remembered I wanted calmness in my life as well and that was exactly what I thought of in this picture.

Will returned from the back room with a frown on his face. "I don't have another one in stock but I can order it for you."

"Thanks."

"Is there anything else you needed," he smiled. "And did you want me to carry that frame for you?"

I nodded and he took the picture from my hands. I glanced down at the paper with Johanna's instructions. "Something pink," I added, "like a rose quartz to be specific."

"I don't have any here. But there is a store a couple doors down that has some," he said.

"Okay," I nodded and then snatched a purple throw pillow, purple for prosperity. "I think I'm good. Thanks so much for the help."

To my surprise, Will decided to ring me up at a separate counter. I watched as he wrapped the candle holders and the framed picture. I couldn't help but admire his hands at work. Just as he went to grab the lamp, I stopped him.

"Can you hang on to the lamp until the other one comes in? I need two in my room."

I didn't want to tell him that a single lamp would keep me single but somehow he knew.

Will's lips turned into that crooked smile. "You hired Johanna Reyes didn't you?"

I looked down and smiled, trying to fight that blush away. "How did you know?"

Will chuckled and it made me melt inside. "I shouldn't be nosy and sorry if I was. Johanna sends a lot of her customers down here and I appreciate the business. I'm just surprised that someone like you needs helps in your love life."

Immediately my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I tried to open my mouth to say something but the words wouldn't come out.

"I'm sorry," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I just assumed that someone like you would have a boyfriend. I mean," he shook his head and then let out a small laugh. "You know what? I'm just going to shut up right now."

He took the lamp and placed it on the side and then came back and offered to help me carry the things out.

"Do you think I'm making a huge mistake," I stopped him as he stared at me from behind the counter.

"I don't want to insult Johanna. That's her thing and she believes in it."

"But you don't," I questioned.

Will looked guilty and then leaned forward. "I'm just not quick to believe everything I hear. I want facts and evidence. I want more than just feelings or hunches."

"What's the harm in at least trying," I shrugged.

"You could end up wasting your time and money," he tilted his head.

"I'm wasting it though at your store," I smiled.

"Good point," he smiled back. We stared at each other for a while until one of the other workers called him for a manager's approval. Oh dear lord he was the manager of this store. After he had done that, he walked back and smiled. I really liked that grin on him.

"Have you ever heard back from any of Johanna's other clients," I asked as we walked out of the store with my things.

I wasn't questioning this earlier but now he had put a little doubt in my head. Will helped put the items into the back of my SUV.

"I haven't been invited to any weddings. But who knows," he shrugged after placing the last item in.

"You must think this is silly."

"I think it makes as much sense as tossing a penny in a fountain and making a wish," he chuckled.

I couldn't help but feel more embarrassed about this whole situation. I didn't want to tell him that I had tried everything. And I do mean I tried everything and none of it worked. This was my last chance. But here he stood, wanting facts that I couldn't give him. I can't believe how foolish I looked in front of him. Then again, I reminded myself, he's not my type.

"Thanks for your help," I smiled.

"I'll call you when the lamp comes in so you have two," he reminded me. I saw him lick his lips and then look away as if he was trying to hide how much he thought this was all too funny for him.

I placed my hand on my hip. "And I'll call you when I get my first date because this is going to work."

"Christina I meant no offense," he chuckled. Yup he seriously thought this was a bunch of baloney.

"I'm not offended. I'm going to prove it to you," I pointed a finger lightly in his chest. "I'm so confident I'll save you a seat at my wedding."

Will smiled and opened my vehicle door for me. "Again, I'm sorry if I said something stupid. I hope this all works out for you."

I got in and he closed the door, tapping on the top of the top of him before I took off. I looked back in the rearview mirror to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets watching me drive off.

Over the next few days there were small things here and there that I could see where the energy was flowing in my life. I found twenty dollars on the street, twice! I even was able to pitch a property project to my boss which he ended up closing. Because of that, I got a sweet bonus check. It seems like the prosperity part was working well. But there was no sign of my romantic life changing.

I went to Starbucks every morning and all the guys in there were rude. Even the sales clerks at the grocery store wouldn't flirt with me. Maybe Will was right.

Then I told myself that I hadn't done everything that Johanna advised me to do so I just had to be patient. Besides, all the other stuff was working out for me.

It wasn't until the weekend that I got a phone call.

"Christina?"

"Yes, this is Christina," I answered. My heart quickened because this was a male. Maybe some old crush from college, I thought.

"It's Will Turner from the Inspirational Eye. Your lamp came in this morning."

Somehow I thought it would be some mysterious man drawn to me through all these changes that I was making to get my spiritual essence of love back in check. That was not the case and my heart sank a bit. It was only the guy who thought I was crazy to be trying this kind of stuff out.

"Great, I'll pick it up tonight," I tried to smile.