Disclaimer: *Boston accent* Can I get a disclaimer over here, one disclaimer please? *Teenager walks over and takes over* Yes, I'll do it. In no way does anyone but Veronica Roth own the Divergent Trilogy, 'cause she kind of started it. *walks away*
I is kind of very bored so take it easy, okay? Take what easy, you ask? I have no idea. It's three in the morning and this is a pre-written chapter as is every one before this. I'm doing as many as I can now and I'm trying to get to chapter six or seven.
And whatever you do, please do not, under in circumstances, call this chapter "Chapter Tobias." Please, just no.
Four's Point of View
I watched her as she laughed with him. With Eric. The same guy I had to protect her from during her initiation. What could she possible see in him? He was a monster—monsters can't love people. I could love her. But she wouldn't let me.
I know I messed up. God I know I messed up! But I was drunk and the blonde girl looked a lot like Tris. I just got confused and then the girl kissed me so I kissed her back thinking she was Tris.
But she wasn't Tris, the voice in my head spoke. Don't you think I know that? At the worst possible moment ever, Tris—the real Tris—shoved past me and I realized the girl I had been kissing had been a decoy, a fake. Someone who could never compare to the actual Tris.
Maybe my friends were right, maybe I should move on. But I couldn't. It was still hard, I loved her. She was my first love and who I expected to be my only.
Just move on. The voice is back. It's been taunting me since our breakup two months ago. It loved to feed on my insecurities and my pain. The last it had appeared was after my mom supposedly died and I thought I was alone—no one to protect me from him. They had left as soon as I made into Dauntless and hadn't returned since. Until now.
I'm telling you, it sounded amused. Call me crazy if you will. You need to move on.
But how could I, what could I do, period? What can you do when your first love is in the arms of another?
Tris's Point of View
I was stuck shopping by myself. Eric and Lynn had work—not like Lynn would shop with me anyway. Malicious was with Peter. And Lynx was with Savage and I really didn't want to be the third wheel in all that. I mean, it was cool when other people were the third wheel around Eric and I but completely stupid when I was.
I decide I wanted to get a new tattoo for show. I gather all of the stuff I'm going to buy and walk to the front desk to pay for it. The clerk who has black hair in a Mohawk and bright green eyes and tattoos lining their body rings me up. "That will be a total of ninety points deducted from your account." They stared at me bored. "Do you agree to this deduction?"
I nodded. They press a button and a receipt pops out, they place it in the bag with my clothes and hand it to me. "Have a shitty fucking day," they muttered. I ignored them. Store clerks were usually bored. Most of them were low-ranking Dauntless that had no choice but to be a store clerk. The pay was alright but they were stuck there from nine to nine all day. The only time they were allowed to leave was for lunch break and the five minute bathroom breaks, nothing more. I honestly felt sorry for them. I know I'd hate it if I was stuck working for twelve hours, working at a shitty job, unable to do fun things with friends. And that was if they were even able to make friends in the short times that they have to themselves.
I walked out of the store and made my way towards the tattoo parlor. When I walked in, Tori looked up and a smile spread across her face. "What can I do for you?" she asked.
"A tattoo, obviously." I mockingly rolled my eyes. "Geez, Tori. You're starting to lose your touch."
She laughed and patted the tattoo chair. "Well how about you take a seat and tell me what tattoo it is that you want."
I tell her exactly what I want and then take a seat. She grabs the right materials and begins. It stings a little, but after having gotten tattoos previously, I didn't really mind it anymore. Matter of fact, I actually started to like the stinging and tingling. It was kind of comforting to know I could sit here and not mind the pain. I had definitely become stronger since the two months that I was officially accepted into Dauntless.
When she finished, she smiled down at her artwork. "Like usual," she reminded me, "take it easy on that arm for a couple of hours. If you overdo it, you-"
"-I could cause myself a lot of pain and mess up the tattoo," I finished for her. "Yes, Tori, I know. We've been over this so many times that I've practically got it memorized."
She threw her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I still need to say or else people would try suing me after they were hurt because they did something stupid when I clearly told them to take it easy."
"Well if I do something stupid—which I know I will—I won't sue you." She laughed. "I'll fine you." She scowled at me as I choked with laughter.
"Oh, ha, ha. Just laugh it up." She rolled her eyes.
"I will." I eventually stopped laughing and stood up. "Well, until next time, Tori."
I walked out of the tattoo parlor, saying goodbye to Tori and Bud. I'm just glad Uriah wasn't here right now since he works here. We'd end up staring at each other for a long time, not saying anything. Trying to avoid each other, while still doing what we were there for—to give tattoos and to get a tattoo. It was completely awkward last time.
Now I just needed to find Eric.
