Author's note- I'm having a lot of fun writing this story so I'm also adding my second chapter today, I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer- Obviously I'm not Veronica Roth so I don't own the Divergent trilogy
I make my way to the dauntless dorms with a bounce in my step, followed by many other new dauntless initiates, I glance around at my surroundings, the dark walls and dim lights give the corridor an evil appeal and I like it. I also really like my new outfit, a black, V-neck t-shirt with black skinny jeans, a black vest with a red stripe around the waist and black combat boots. I feel like I belong yet slightly out of place, I know why, it's my hair. I pull an elastic band off my wrist and put my flowing blonde hair into a tight ponytail but preoccupied I accidentally fall down a short set of stairs and into what feels like a brick wall. Assuming that was what it was I bend down to pick up my information packet and see a pair of big feet wearing similar boots to mine. Embarrassed I follow the feet up to the face and see a man- a very handsome man who is clearly a dauntless member, perhaps a leader; he frowns down at me and offers me his hand.
"What?" He asks "Did you get pushed?" I glance behind me at my fellow initiates, I could easily blame it on one of them, some of them look angry at me, it wouldn't be too hard to pull off unless there are Candor in the crowd, they're like human lie detectors. Instead I ignore his hand and stand up, look him straight in the eye and spit out,
"No." He smirks at me and I realize that we're still holding hands so I pull mine away "I'm Be- Tris, I'm Tris" I introduce myself, matching his smirk.
"I'm Four." He replies.
"Four?! Like the number?" A pretty Latino girl asks, laughing.
"If I wanted to put up with Candor smart mouths, I would've joined their faction, so shut up initiate!" Four says in a low tone of voice. Oh, he's good! He looks at me again. "What makes you think you can just go throwing yourself at Dauntless members, Stiff?" I cringe at the name and gag at the thought that he thinks I was throwing myself at him. I am feeling particularly so I respond,
"Maybe because you're so approachable," I pause and the initiates have different responses, some gasp and some roll their eyes and I decide to continue. "You know, like a bed of nails." I smirk again, I'm on a roll! He glares at me.
"Watch yourself." Then looking at me but referring to everybody he declares "I'll be your primary coach this year initiates." And with that comment he shoves me against the wall with his shoulder and continues walking and we do too. The Latino girl walks up to me and flings her arm over my shoulder and with a shocked expression on her face declares,
"You my friend, have a death wish." I grin and stare at her, "Christina." She states, holding out her hand.
"Tris." I reply grabbing it. "What's your dorm number?"
"699, you?"
"Same!" I squeal, what the heck is wrong with me, I never squeal! I pull out my key card, genuinely excited and fling open the door, in the room are two twin beds with brownish mattresses covered in a plastic sheet with a window similar to a jail cell's at the ends of the beds are short dressers. I glance at Christina, her mouth is wide open in disgust, I burst out laughing, she is going to be an awesome roommate.
"It looks like we need to go shopping." She stuttered, placing her oversized suitcase on the bed on the left. I nod, I don't even like shopping and I agree! I move towards the window and open it, allowing a moth to flutter in, Christina stares at it wide-eyed and screams when it flies above her. I laugh again, I love dauntless, in abnegation laughter was considered self-indulgent. Christina continues to scream and my ears start to ring as she coughs because she's out of breath and she goes into panic attack mode, I'm nearly positive she doesn't want anybody to witness this, so instead of opening the door I shoo it out the window again. Her eyes are red and she stares at me and apologizes, embarrassed.
"I am so sorry! I'm not afraid of many things but that is one of them." I shrug, I get it. We- or primarily Christina chatters away while we unpack. I look at my side of the room and then Christina's mine is bare, I mainly brought toiletries as I was not planning on wearing my grey clothes and decorations were discouraged in my previous faction. Her side on the other hand had Christmas lights, pictures of celebrities, wall stickers and a large mirror, she also brought some of her clothes as Candor are fortunate enough to get to wear black and white. I look up at her, she seems to be comparing our sides as well, "You're not abnegation anymore, we'll need to buy you some clothes and decorations." She concludes. I nod and suddenly realize that shopping to Christina is a big thing, we could be gone for hours on end.
I was right!
After shopping for hours with Christina I end up with a gorgeous black quilt with red roses on it, six throw pillows and a wardrobe that will last me the rest of my life and I am freaking exhausted! Just as I lay on my freshly made bed there's a knock at the door, I stand to open it and the people barge in before I can get to it.
"Get up initiates! It's dinner and then training intro. Get it?" I yawn and finally look up at them. It's Four and another guy with scale like tattoo's on his neck, two eyebrow piercings and a large ear piercing. I instantly hate him.
"What the heck are you doing in our room?" Christina explodes, "we could've been changing or…"
"Or exchanging friendship bracelets," piercing guy proclaims sarcastically "I don't freaking care!" he roars at her, I raise my eyebrows, this was getting interesting, but I had to agree with Christina, that was incredibly rude! I glance at the curtain rod on my bed that Christina bought for our window and consider whacking him with it but resist the temptation. Meanwhile the two are still bickering awfully loudly and Four seems to be snickering behind them. I make eye contact with him and he stops, smirks at me and puts a hand on Eric's shoulder as if to say "It's not worth it." But Eric turns around and punches Four in the Jaw, full force, my mouth drops open, as does Christina's but Four says nothing as he wipes the blood from his mouth and turns around, walking out. I do hate this guy.
"We'll be there, now get out!" I say in a calm but serious tone as I shove this excuse of a man out of our room, shocked and I lock it. I can't help but mutter, "Dauntless are brave, not ruthless." As an out of breath Christina runs a hand through her short brown hair.
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