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I was sitting on a bench uncomfortably, pushing around the potatoes on my tray. Uriah's loud laugh could be heard from across the canteen, I thought as I looked up at him. We sat eating lunch like always, but today I felt different. I felt sort of sick, like there was a pit stuck in my stomach. I placed the fork on my tray and rubbed my sweaty palms on my black jeans.
"Penis.." Whispered Mar. I furrowed my brows as leaned my head toward Will's ear.
"What are they doing..?" I asked as Lynn repeated her, but in a louder tone. Will turns toward me with a cheek full of meat.
"Play'n the penis game" he muffled out. I raised my eyebrows with an amused look on my face. "Eric will probably kick them out soon." He smirks after he was done chewing and swallowing. I let out a light laugh and turned back to the two. They've gotten to the point where they shouted it so it can be heard through all the talking. Marlene's face turned pink as she turned toward Lynn.
"If I say it, everyone will hear me now!" She pouts like a small child.
"C'mon, don't be a chicken. You're dauntless you twat." She says jokingly while laughing. Marlene lets out a small breath, just to huff in another and scream,
"PENIS!" It goes silent and Mar sits, with a childlike grin on her face. The canteen erupts with voices again and a few giggles, some people shouting it back at her. We all crack up, lungs begging and burning for air. I look up away from our table and one across from us. I see Four, staring at us with his elbow on the table and fist covering a small smile. Aria leans her head on his shoulder. His eyes land on me and he removes his hand places it on the table, crossing his arms. His smile grows as he shakes his head, chuckling. I find myself smiling back as I hear my friends shouting my name. My eyes leave him and I look at my friends, just to see them pointing at Zeke who is yelling at them.
He is bent over, picking something up from the floor. They all laugh harder when he drops a cake full of crumbs and sauce smack on his tray.
"Tough luck Zeke," I say grinning before turning my attention back to Four. He still stares, until his girlfriend takes notice. She glares in my direction and shoots up from the table. Her hands grasp his muscled arms, unlocking them from his position. I frown slightly, watching her tug him out of my sight and away from the canteen. As they leave, in burst Eric looking extremely annoyed.
"Uh oh, he's coming for you Mar." Chris says snorting and stabbing a piece of meat with her fork. In less than a few seconds, Eric has strode his way over to our table and glares at us all.
"Do you know how to shut up? Take the food and get out." He says sternly, placing a meaty hand next to my tray on the table. He stands and waits for us all to stand ourselves, collecting our trays. We trot over to the trash, deciding not to finish the rest outside of the canteen.
"Why is he acting like we are in high school? I swear, this ass." I grunt, twisting around to glare at the back of his head.
"I know, I've about had it with his crap. Like I was going to say before we got interrupted, do you guys want to get tat's?" Christina asked, searching our faces for opinions.
"I'm down! I want to get a sleve by the end of the year." Zeke pipes up, flashing his bare arms. I hold the hem of my shirt, playing with it.
"I'll go with you guys, but I'm not planning on getting a tattoo," I speak. It's funny how getting a tattoo isn't a big of a deal as it should be. Dauntless members have no thought when it comes to permanently inking their skin. They treat it as if it's getting a new clothing item, as if it doesn't need second thoughts. It really fascinates me, although I would have to sit and think about what I want on my body and where I'd want it. The rest of the crew wave goodbye and head off, while Zeke and I follow Christina to the tattoo parlor. We head inside the neon lit room. It could be mistaken for a club, if you didn't notice the tattoo items. The music vibrates through our bodies as we stroll over to the wall that holds square glass with images of tattoos.
"What about this?" Christina asks immediately, picking up a thin glass with the outline of an elephant on it. I'm about to speak but the shakes her head and replaces it with another. Before I get a chance to see what the elephant was replaced by, she puts it back and walks away to another wall illuminated with a deep blue color. I cross my arms tightly across my chest and make my way over to a chair with tattoo supplies sitting next to it. My eyes scan the needle in the box, and I hear feet approaching.
"Hello, Tris." Startled that someone would be talking to me, I look up and recognize Tori, who gives me a genuine smile. I smile back, "Hey, haven't seen you since I got my tattoo." I glance to my collarbone and reach my hand up to touch one of the ravens. We talk about what has happened since the last time we met, I tell her about how surprised I am to have made it past initiation. She tells me stories about past clients who have been absolutely insane, one who asked her to tattoo his grandmother's face on his left buttcheek. We laughed about it, and Christina bounded up to us with empty hands.
"I just want a thin line, a quarter of an inch, wrapped around my wrist." She says with a bright smile. She settles down in the chair as Tori gets her supplies ready. I wander off to the red wall of tattoos, the first wall we went to when we walked in. I look over the wall and see a missing glass. Zeke must have taken it. My feet trotted off to another chair, which sits Zeke and a heavily pierced guy working on his arm. Zeke waves with his free arm.
"What tattoo did you get?" He picks up the glass from the table next to him and holds it out for me. I take ahold of it and turn it around in my hand. I stroke my hand over the lions mane. The tattoo he chose was a lion with his mane made of fire. I settle it down on the table and glance at his work in progress. The lion is black and fresh, as the man adds details and color to the mane. I look back at Zeke, "Looks really nice, I'm excited to see your finished sleeve."
"I'm working on it throughout the year, can't afford to get it all done now. I'm planning on getting my whole arm with color." He says while peeking through the man's hands to check his arm out. After talking for a few minutes, the man pushes his rolly chair back to the tattoo supplies a foot away and snatches up a wipe and bandage for the tattoo. He pushes himself back to Zeke, and cleans off the little droplets of blood pooling out from the ink. When all ready to go, he stands and Christina comes running over, flashing her wrist at us. We both admire her simple yet cute tattoo and head out after paying.
We decided to walk to the pit where the others said they would be. We head in and there seemed to be a party. It was dark, with strobe lights and people wearing glow in the dark necklaces and bracelets.
"Fuck! I should have gotten a glow in the dark tattoo!" Christina complains with a hint of playfulness in her voice. I stand listening to the loud obnoxious music, scanning my eyes through the crowd for the others. I turn to my left, about to ask the Zeke and Chris if they spotted our friends. Instead, I find myself alone. I turn back around and see Zeke weaving his way through the crowd, but no sign of Christina. I sigh and walk to the side where someone set up a table with drinks, probably using this party as an advantage to make a few extra bucks. I grab myself a water and toss a dollar onto the table, walking to a pillar. I lean against the cold pillar, snapping open the water to see Four. Four with Aria. She weaves her fingers in his dark curly hair, kissing his lips. I get the same feeling from this morning. A pit in my stomach. After watching for a few moments, I kick my heel on the floor and watch my feet.
And as I think to myself, I think that this feeling might be… jealousy.
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