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Tris grabbed my arm and slapped her hand over my mouth. I looked up to see an unimpressed Eric with his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

For a second, I wasn't sure if I should apologize or mouth off...me being me, I chose the latter. "The hell is wrong with you?! Can't you see other people? Or are we too beneath you?" I sneered, crossing my arms tightly, making my chest bulge.

I only noticed how much when Tris awkwardly reached over and lifted up my V-neck. Then I coughed lightly and Eric stared at Tris, "Leave, initiate. I need to speak with you alone." he growled.

Tris grabbed my hand and shook her head. "Leave or you're both out!" Eric snapped and I instantly shoved Tris towards the door.

"It's okay," I whispered reassuringly even though my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like my blood was trying to pop out of my veins.

Tris walked from the store, but not without looking behind her several times. "Well?" I asked impatiently. Wow, yeah, great idea, Ana! Let's piss him off more!

He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. "Your attitude needs to change. Right now you're ranked as fourth, but if you keep mouthing off, not paying attention, being a genuine pain in my ass, I'll nock you down."

"Can't help it." I hissed. "It's in my nature." we were standing so close, I could feel the warmth radiating off him and for a split second, I could've sworn his eyes flicked down to my lips.

"Hey!" I turned at the interruption just as Eric looked up. "I never got your name." it was the young man that pierced my nose.

I faltered for a second, I wasn't used to going from pissed to kind so quickly. "O-oh, um, it's Ana."

He flashed a charming smile and pushed his longish, brown hair from his face. "I'm Matt. And don't forget, we're getting drinks sometime." he used his knuckles to lightly brush under my chin, winked and then walked back to his station.

I swallowed and rubbed my arm awkwardly, turning back to Eric.

He was still staring angrily after Matt. "Who the hell was that?"

"None of your business," I snapped defiantly.

He growled, stepping closer to me. "Anyone who talks to my initiates is my business. He seems pretty fond of you, and THAT'S my business."

"Like hell it is!" I sneered, anger bubbling in my veins.

"You watch your tone with me!" his jaw clenched and for a second I thought he might hit me.

I shook my head, crossing my arms again. Tris wasn't here to fix my shirt this time, however. "You act like you're so in charge and all-knowing and powerful, but honestly you're not. How much older than us could you possibly be? Two years? Three maybe."

"Shut up." he narrowed his eyes, towering over me.

I got as tall as I could on my tiptoes and glared, "Make me."

For a moment, neither of us moved, and then I, graceful gazelle that I am, lost my balance and fell into his chest. I jumped back and my cheeks flamed, I refused to meet his eye.

Before I knew it, Eric was practically on his ass laughing. I wanted to be mad, but it was like his laugh was contagious and I soon found myself giggling as well.

I gasped in breaths and he looked up at me from the ground and shook his head with a smile. Without thinking, I reached my hand out to help him up.

He frowned and then smirked, "Alright, initiate. Let's see if you can get me up."

I pursed my lips and grabbed his huge hand with both of my much smaller ones, getting my feet a good width apart and bent down slightly before pulling as hard as I could to get him off the ground.

Eric let out another loud laugh and I let go of his hand, putting my hands on my hips angrily. "You're not even gonna try and get up?!"

"Hey, I said you had to get me up." he was more serious now. "Dauntless don't complain."

"Bullshit." I spat, grabbing his hand again and using my entire body, I managed to yank him half-way up before letting out a short scream and tumbling down directly on top of him.

This only made him laugh louder and I clenched my jaw as he grabbed my waist, stood up and set me down on my feet. "You hate feeling weak, but you do nothing to change it."

"Excuse me?!" I fumed. "I train harder than anyone!"

"Clearly not, or you would be ranked first!" he retorted. "You refuse to eat meat, which will make your muscles stronger, you don't do any weight training, whenever you are given the option of fighting in the ring, you refuse."

Everything he said was true, but I was still better than nearly everyone in training. "And yet I'm still ranked fourth!"

"Is that all you strive for?!" he shouted, neither of us took notice of the attention we were getting.

I balled up my fists and clenched my teeth do tightly I thought they might crack. "All I want is to be Dauntless! And you're just getting in my way!" I yelled, absolutely fuming.

"I'm helping you!" he snapped. "You think that you'd be ranked that high if I hadn't pointed you out to Four?!"

That made me take a step back. Four hadn't even noticed me? I was one of the best initiates and he hadn't even noticed me?

Eric's P.O.V.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. The look of shock, fury and pain on the girl's face made me want to punch myself.

For a few seconds all she did was look shocked and attempt to say something, probably snarky, but she couldn't. "Ana..." I tried, but she shook her head. Her newly dyed and cut hair seemed to shimmer as she did so.

"I'll um, go." she swallowed roughly and pushed past me, rushing out the door and into her friend's arms.

"Nice, great going." I muttered under my breath, shoving my hands in my pockets and walking back to my usual tattoo artist.

The old man smiled and gestured for me to look around while he cleaned his station up. "How are you, Eric? It's been a while."

"Fine." I grumbled, looking at an Abnegation symbol that flowed into the Dauntless one. Taking the piece off the wall, I carried it over to Reilly who lifted an eyebrow at my choice but said nothing.

I took my jacket and shirt off, laying down so he could put it on my side. "So, since I know you're lying to me, how are you really."

I'd known Reilly since I'd first come to Dauntless. He'd given me my first tattoo and every one since. I trusted him, and that was a problem. Clenching my teeth, I started, "There's this initiate-"

Before I could say anything else the old, tattooed man started to laugh uproariously and I rose from my position to glare at him. "I'm sorry, m'boy, but you said it like you're in love."

"No I didn't." I snapped, feeling like a child in the man's presence.

He nodded, holding his hands up in an apology and gestured for me to lay back down. "I'm sorry, go on."

"She's just, she's so infuriating! Everything that ever happens, she's gotta be snarky and angry. Especially when she talks to me! She doesn't even care if it's in front of all the initiates! I can't even keep count of how many times I've punished her for speaking out against me, defying me!" I spilled all at once.

Reilly started prepping my side for the tattoo and I heard him chuckle softly. It took all of my self-control to not leap up and leave that second. "The initiates have only been here a couple of weeks and she's already giving you that much trouble?"

"You have no idea." I grumbled.

He stopped for a moment and I heard him scoot his chair away. "Now, don't get angry and jump up and be wild, and really think about this, don't just shout the instant I ask you, alright?"

I nodded, unsure if he could actually see me. "Is she pretty?"

Despite what he'd told me, I sat up instantly and glared at him. "How co-"

Reilly held up his hand to silence me, a serious look on his face. "Eric, tell me honestly. What does she look like. And don't turn back around, I want to see your face when you say it."

Begrudgingly, I told him what she looked like, "She's impossibly short. She's got plenty of muscle, but almost all of it is in her legs. Her hair goes down to her mid-back and it used to be brown, but now half of its shaved off and the rest is dyed green or something..." I stopped, not really wanting to continue.

"What's her skin look like?" Reilly asked, rolling his chair a bit closer and fixing some needles.

I furrowed my brow, but answered. "It's...I dunno, tan?"

"No, more than that." he gave me a kind smile. "Is it smooth, has she got tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, scars?"

I thought for a moment, I'd never really payed much attention, but now that I thought about it, the only word that came to mind was, "Flawless."

Instantly, I tensed up. "Not that-"

"Shush, this is important. You've got to talk about your problem if your going to get over it." Reilly waved his hand as if trying to calm me down. "Now, what color are her eyes?"

"Green, I think."

Reilly nodded, "From what it sounds like, the reason you have such a big problem with this girl is you like her."

"Don't be ridiculous!" I spat. "She's an initiate! That's out of the question and-"

Reilly warned me to hold still as he started on the tattoo. "She'll only be an initiate for eight more weeks."

"If she makes it." I grumbled, ignoring the needle as it repeatedly pricked me.

Reilly gave another soft chuckle, "Something tells me she will."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, but it was more of a threat.

He didn't pick up on it, "Oh, yeah. Something about this tattoo tells me she'll make it."

"...Shut up."