About this chapter/one shot: This one shot will occur at the beginning of chapter fourteen in Divergent after Peter and his jolly group of *ssholes rip away Tris's towel before her last fight in stage one. Tris runs off and bumps into - you guessed it! Not really smutty, fluffy or lemony. Some coarse language and embarrassment.


So, I guess I've kind of decided to create a compilation of a bunch of Divergent one shots that stay true to the original trilogy and the events and characters within it. Just thought I'd add in that these stories don't all necessarily happen in addition to Veronica Roth's original story together. They can be interpreted as happening separately/singularly in addition to the story, with mismatched pairs, or all together. I'm writing these for my own enjoyment, creative outlet and desire and I hope you enjoy them as well. I'm not exactly expecting or asking for reviews, but if you'd like to leave one then feel free.

P.S. I'm trying to keep the character logic and tone of voice as similar to Veronica's as I can just in case anyone decides to read these in addition to the novel(s). However, I am not perfect.


Today is the day before Visiting Day. i think of Visiting Day like I think of the world ending: Nothing after it matters. Everything I do builds up to it. I might see my parents again. I might not. Which is worse? I don't know.

I try to pull a pant leg over my thigh and it sticks just above my knee. Frowning, I stare at my leg. A bulge of muscle is stopping the fabric. I let the pant leg fall and look over my shoulder at the back of my thigh. ANother muscle stands out there.

I step to the side so i stand in front of the mirror. I see muscles that I couldn't see before in my arms, legs, and stomach. I pinch my side, where a layer of fat used to hint at curves to come. nothing. Dauntless initiation has stolen whatever softness my body had. Is that good, or bad?

At least I am stronger than I was. I wrap my towel around me again and leave the girls' bathroom. I hope no one is in the dormitory to see me walking in my towel, but I can't wear those pants.

When I open the dormitory door, a weight drops into my stomach. peter, Moly, Drew, and some of the other initiates stand in the back corner, laughing. They look up when i walk in and start snickering. Molly's snort-laugh is louder than everyone else's.

I walk to my bunk, trying to pretend like they aren't there, and fumble in the drawer under my bed for the dress Christina made me get. One hand clamped around the towel and one holding the dress, I stand up, and right behind me is peter.

I jump back, almost hitting my head on Christina's bunk. i try to slip past him, but he slams his hand against Christina's bed frame, blocking my path. I should have know he wouldn't let me get away that easily.

"Didn't realize you were so skinny, Stiff."

"Get away from me." My voice is somehow steady.

"This isn't the Hub, you know. No one has to follow a Stiff's orders here." His eyes travel down my body, not in a greedy way that a man looks at a woman, but cruelly, scrutinizing every flaw. I hear my heartbeat in the ears as the others inch closer, forming a pack behind Peter.

This will be bad.

I have to get out of here.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a clear path to the door. If I can duck under Peter's arm and sprint toward it, I might be able to make it.

"Look at her," say Molly, crossing her arms. She smirks at me. "She's practically a child."

"Oh, I don't know," say Drew. "She could be hiding something under that towel. Why don't we look and see?"

Now. I duck under Peter's arm and dart toward the door. Something pinches and pulls at my towel as I walk away and then yanks sharply - Peter's hand, gathering the fabric into his fist. The towel slips from my hand and the air is cold on my naked body, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Laughter erupts, and I run as fast as I can toward the door, holding the dress against my body to hide it.

I sprint down the hallway in the direction of the bathroom, and I look back to see if anyone decided to follow me and taunt me more. I breath heavily, and the air entering my lungs is as cold as the air whipping my skin as my feet slap against the stone floors. My skin becomes taught as now all the hairs on my body stand on end and I hold the dress closer, not actually providing any extra warmth. I'm sure I only see an empty hallway after a few seconds and I turn my head to look forward as I reach a corner, but I slam into something too soft to be a wall.

I almost lose grip of my dress and the impact steals the cold air from my lungs. I swear I'm about to fall flat on my ass when a hand grabs my locked elbow. I stumble for a minute and shift my sight from a hard chest to striking blue eyes.

"Tris?" Four stammers. Oh no. I am frozen in front of him with my dress clung to my body, my eyes wide, and my jaw to the floor. Four's eyes survey my current state, probably for too long. He looks taken aback and I'm not short of bewildered by this unfavourable situation. I am suddenly becoming aware that not only am I naked in front of my instructor, but I am also less than developed and naked. We stand in silence, my hair dripping onto my shoulders as I consider his build. My cheeks begin to blush with embarrassment and my stomach twists, like it always does around him, but harder.

Four snaps back to reality and immediately removes his jacket.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asks, draping the jacket over my shoulders. the bottom of the jacket covers half of my butt. "Um… Peter, Drew, Molly. Some others too." I swallow hard, my throat is dry. "Was this in the dormitory?" he demands. I nod and shiver at the same time. He peers around a few corners to see if anyone is in the halls. "Lets get you somewhere where you can change." He hesitates before wrapping his arm around my shoulders so that he can guide me. I'm not sure we should be this close while I'm bare like this.

We stop at a random door in the hallway and Four opens it to confirm what's inside. "Ok, go." He pushes me inside. It's a small utility closet. It is quite dark and I do not dare search for a light switch. The door has a window, which Four has his back pressed against. I am unsure and uneasy before I slip off his jacket and into my dress. I reach for my lower back so that I can do up the zipper, but it gets stuck half way up my back. I tug on it multiple times but the only thing that slips is a 'Dammit!' from my mouth. I rest my arms for a second and weakly knock on the glass window.

Four cautiously opens the door. "Are you done?" "Well… I… my zipper is stuck. Could you help me with it?" I blush in the dark, thankful that he can't tell. He slips in quickly and shuts the door. I turn around and hold my hair out of the way. He grabs the zipper with one hand and lightly presses the other to my lower back to keep the dress taught. Something like electricity flows between our bodies, or am I still shivering? The zipper reaches my upper back and he waits a few seconds before removing his hands. I find his jacket and hand it to him."Thank you." I try a smile. He squeezes my upper arm with his hand. "Hey," he starts. I look down at my feet. He tilts his head to make eye contact with me. "Are you ok?" I peer at him through my eyelashes. "Just peachy." I croak.

I kind of want to cry when I think about how humiliating today has been, and I haven't even begun training. I use my free arm to cover my eyes with my hand and I quietly sob. Four releases his hand and uses it to lightly rub my back instead. I close my eyes to stop the tears and I can still hear the laughter and feel the cold air on my skin. My heart beats faster, as fast as it did when I was sprinting away, and anger develops the blush in my cheeks. I want to hurt them, and I will.

I wipe my tears away and Four tucks my hair away from my sticky face. I look up and his brows are furrowed with concern. "Well… I don't think you can fight in that today." He states as he glances to where the dress ends at my knees. This is more skin than I usually show, but it somehow seems to be all right if it's around Four. He exhales heavily and looks around the small, cramped closet. His body language becomes uncomfortable. "Let's go get you some clothes from the Pit." He eagerly opens the door and lets me exit first.

We reach the the Pit and I search for a more appropriate pant size. "Dammit." Four exclaims. I look over and see him staring at a clock. "I'm going to be late for the final fights. Just head over as soon as you're finished." I bite my lip and nod. "Tris, you'll get back at them. I know you will in time. Remember what I told you? Be the one to attack first and you'll have a good chance of winning." He leans in when he says this as if he really means it. He rubs my arm to console me and then jogs toward the training room.

I watch him as he leaves. His jacket is still in his hand and his shirt forms and stretches around the contours of his muscular body as he moves. There's some how little and large amounts left to the imagination when I look at him. After today I'm sure he has little imagination left for all of me. Not that he'd have much to imagine about in the first place, or that he'd even try to imagine me.

I finish picking a new outfit and change into it. I begin walking to the training room for my last fight. I can't imagine who I'll be paired with. But I know one thing: I hope it's with Peter.

"Hey, where were you this morning?" Christina asks when i walk in. I squint to see the blackboard across the room. The space next to my name is blank - I haven't gotten an opponent yet.

"I got held up," I say.

Four stands in front of the board and writes a name next to mine. Please let it be Peter, please, please…

"You ok, Tris? You look a little…," says Al.

"A little what?"

Four moves away from the board. The name written next to mine is Molly. Not Peter, but good enough.

"On edge." says Al.