Chapter 4
When I walk to the cafeteria the next day, it's much quieter than usual. Once I sit down at my table, nobody can look me in the eye. It's all very mysterious; not even Flora will talk to me. I can't help but think she looks different when she isn't talking. I decide to use this opportunity to mock her.
"Someone's grouchy this morning," I say. I couldn't help it. She just looks up at me. Her expression is unreadable. Now that I look around, so is everyone else's. "What happened?" Silence. "What happened?!" I demand, slamming my fist onto the table.
"It's Peter," she finally tells me. "He got into a fight with your dad."
"What? Where?" I stand up, ready to bolt out of the door.
"No! Don't go. Last time I checked, they were giving each other black eyes. You dad ranked top in his class, he'll be fine."
"I'm going," I say more forcefully.
"It's not worth it," says a voice behind me. I turn around, immediately recognising Peter's son, Xander. He slowly steps towards me, trying to be intimidating, I guess. "Your daddy's probably already dead."
"No," I hiss. "My dad could beat yours in a fight any day." This I'm certain of. My dad could have been recruited as the Dauntless leader several times.
"Let's go check, shall we?" He's trying to by sly. I take him up on his offer and head to the pit, determined to see Xander when he has to rescue his dad.
The Pit looks as boring as always, with one exception. A giant crowd is formed in a small circle, facing the fight. My dad and Xander's are circling each other, ready to throw punches. Four has a bruise on his forehead, while Peter's nose is covered in dried blood. I gasp. This looks pretty intense.
Someone in the crowd must see Xander and I, because I suddenly see the men turn to face us. "Willow?" My dad questions. I nod slowly and halfheartedly wave.
"Hey," says Peter. "Why don't we let the pipsqueaks fight?" What did he just say? Oh, no. I am not fighting a Dauntless-born. It's not like I have a death wish. Yet.
"No." My say comes out before I can stop it.
"Why not?" Xander ridicules. "You a coward?" He stands back, as if expecting for the crowd to go "Ooooooh." It makes me want to punch him in the face so much more. Still, I refuse.
"No." Upon my response, Xander bubbles up with anger. I guess he just craves fighting. Before I can think anything else, he lunges at me, his fist making contact with my face. Normally, I would stand by my opinion, but this guy deserves to get his face punched in. My face stings with pain, fueling my anger.
He looks at me expectantly. If he learned to fight from his father, he should step before he punches, so I keep my eyes on his feet. When I see them move, I duck out of the way. He looks like he wants to kill me. I'll be surprised if he doesn't.
A/N
Dun, dun, DUNNNNNNN! Well, I had to make chapter four about Willow's dad, so yeah. What happens next? I'll keep you updated. But first, I have to tell you about a review I got. It said none other than, "LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT PLEASE CONTINUE." Thank you very much, mystery guest! I'm legit jumping for joy right now. I will continue, so that's good. I LOVE YOU