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Chapter 4:
I sighed as I stood under the running water for a moment longer, enjoying the way the hot water eased some of the tension from my shoulders. I had woken up earlier than the rest, knowing that I needed to check in with Michael, who'd let Forrest know that I was alright. After my run in with Eric last night, I had taken the time to explore the compound carefully, checking where the cameras were and finding a perfect spot between the dorms and the cafeteria that didn't have a camera tucked away.
Turning the water off, I dried myself before wrapping my hair with the same towel. I dressed in the clothes I had picked out before showering, a pair of leggings and a tight v neck t-shirt. I walked out of the bathroom, my socked feet making absolutely no noise as I made my way to my bed to pick up my sneakers and my watch that I had hidden under my mattress.
Without putting them on I made my way to the spot, with the watch held tightly in my hand. Once there I lowered myself onto the floor, placing my shoes beside me, and thinking about what to tell Michael. After making my mind up, I started typing the message in Morris code, something I had hated but was forced to learn.
"Initiation Day 1. Fine. Complication with infiltration of control room. I will figure it out."
After sending the message, I switched it back to clock view, noting that it was just half past six. I had half an hour before the rest would wake up, that is if no one had woken up yet. I leaned my head back against the wall, waiting for Michael's response. I didn't wait even 10 minutes before I felt it vibrate.
"Forrest had better luck. Be careful. Be ready in a month. Capture the Flag." I narrowed my eyes, wondering what they we're up too. They had a better communicating system considering Forrest was surrounded by computers and an easier access to Erudite system. I felt incredibly frustrated with the entire situation and I had to resist the urge to sneak out of the compound and go to Erudite.
I didn't answer, instead I stood back up and headed back to the dorms, stopping to pick up some muffins. When I turned the corner to the hall where it was, I caught sight of Four heading in with something in his hand. Confused I carefully made my way over. I didn't flinch when I heard the loud banging, having been prepared for anything.
"Wake up! You got 5 minutes to meet me in the pit!" His voice rang out, and I felt myself relax. It was our wake up call. I made myself jump when he stalked out, acting as if he had startled me. He eyes me carefully, taking in the muffins I held in my hand, one which I was munching on. "What are you doing up and about?"
I smiled sheepishly at him. "I'm used to waking up early, my brother and I had a routine back at Erudite." I looked down at my sneaker's, shrugging. "Old habits die hard." I peeked up at him to see him nod at me before leaving.
Rolling my eyes, I stepped into the dorms to see Christina and Tris getting ready. Christina looked like she was half awake, while Tris looked like she hadn't slept at all last night. It was kind of difficult with Al crying all night, but I had managed.
"Morning sunshine." I sang, leaning on the railing, taking another bite of my muffin. "You two looking lovely this fine morning." I laughed, when Chris sent me a dark look. "Aw don't be a grump, I brought you two food." I tossed the muffins at them, each landing on their beds.
"Thank you!" Chris exclaimed suddenly more awake as she took a big bite. Tris just smiled at me in thanks, nibbling on it.
Afterwards the three of us made our way to the pit, where Four and Eric we waiting for us. We walked over to where Al, Will, Peter and his group of friends were standing, waiting for instructions. Four looked around, checking to see if we were all there before stepping forward. "Alright, today we will start you guys off with gun training. So follow me." He led us up back to the roof, where they had set up targets all along the roof.
"You will be learning how to shoot this week, and you will be scored based on your progress. At the end of the week, you will take your final test." Eric smiled, but it wasn't a nice one. It was a cold and cruel smile. A few initiates began murmuring about the test, some nervous, and it was clear as day that Eric enjoyed watching them squirm.
Tilting my head to the side, examining him, thinking it was such a shame. I had read his file, he was in the top 5 of his class at Erudite, but he had anger issues, so it wasn't a surprise that his results had been Dauntless. He had potential to be a great soldier, but here, he was encouraged to embrace his viciousness. He could separate himself from his emotions, making him the perfect killing machine; the perfect puppet for whatever Jeanine wanted to accomplish.
"Watch me first." Four called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. And it was only then that I realized that Eric was staring back at me, curiosity shining in his eyes as he started intently back at me. I broke eye contact first, pretending to watch Four as he demonstrated how to hold a gun, the proper stance and then shooting the target. One bullet in the head, and another where the heart was supposed to be. After that he told us to grab a gun and start practicing.
I mechanically grabbed a gun, checking the chamber to make sure it was loaded, grabbing a few extra cartages before stepping up to a target. Christina and Al were to my right, while Tris and Will were to my left. I took up aim, purposely aiming for the dummy's shoulders and torso, not wanting to hit my targets right off the bat. I did that for a while, until I deemed it okay to hit my targets.
"You're really good at this." Christina commented from beside me. Looking over to her dummy, I saw that not all her bullets had hit it, only four holes scattered across its chest.
I shrugged with a smile. "I think it's fun."
"All your bullets have hit the target, and you didn't even flinch during the recoil. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've had experience." A voice murmured from behind me.
Turning my head, I grinned, lowering my gun and putting the safety on. "My father was the head of the department of Weaponry and Ammunition. I worked with him a lot and tested most of the guns." I explained with a shrug.
He hummed, nodding for me to continue, and I did so ignoring the feeling of being watched. From beside me Tris wasn't having any luck; she hadn't hit the target even once. "Statistically speaking, you should have hit the target by now." Will's voice said matter of fact, and I didn't miss the way her eyes hardened with determination and started shooting again, but still didn't hit the target.
"Widen your stance, and line up your arms to your chest. The recoil will throw off your aim so aim lower than where you wanna hit. Take a deep breath and release it when you shoot." I spoke lowly so only she could hear me, never taking my eyes off my own target. She paused, and I felt her staring at me, so I flicked my eyes over to meet hers. For a moment, I wondered if she really was Divergent, and if so I hope she knew she had to protect herself. Nodding once, she turned back to the target and did what I told her, and sure enough she hit the target. Not anywhere vital but it was something. Smiling to myself I continued with my own training.
The rest of the week continued about the same, Tris getting better and better with a gun, and before we knew it. It was the day of our test. Eric had been busy with the Dauntless born initiates, so I hadn't had to worry about him for the time being. Christina, Will, Al, Tris and I had become good friends, and it was nice to have close friends. I had never had any besides Michael because of who my father was.
"Are you nervous about the test?" Tris asked me as we helped ourselves to breakfast in the cafeteria. Will and Christina were talking, and it was easy to see that Christina was shamelessly flirting with him. Al was sitting across from us eating his breakfast calmly, now looking up at us to hear my answer.
"I doubt she is, have you seen her skills with the gun?" he asked with a teasing smile, but his eyes were uneasy. I knew he was worried about the rankings. He was barely above the red line, while I was in 4th. Edward, Peter and Will ahead of me, and Christina in 8th. Tris was below the red line, but even she didn't look as upset about my skills as Al did.
"I mean we're running across the roof and hitting moving targets." I shrugged scooping up eggs and shoving them in my mouth, trying to keep my annoyance at bay. "I only got experience with nonmoving targets, just like the rest of you." I lied easily.
"I'm sure you'll do great." Tris assured me. It was amazing how much she had changed over the course of the week, seemingly more confident in herself. She was determined to rise up in the rankings.
"Thanks, so will you." I nudged her with my shoulder. "Don't think I haven't seen how much you've improved." She laughed lightly, her eyes traveling across the room, meeting Four's gaze. I couldn't help my smirk, nudging her once more. "Don't think I haven't noticed that either." I murmured lowly, not wanting Al to hear since I knew he had feelings for her.
"Shut up." She muttered lowering her head so her hair covered the blush that spread across her face.
"Hey I don't blame you." I smirked, trying to hold back my laughter. "He's easy on the eyes." I winked, unable to hold my laughter when she turned even redder.
"What?" Al straightened up, looking between Tris and I. "Who's easy on the eyes?" I laughed even harder at Tris' horrified expression.
"No one!" her voice was muffled from being buried in her hands. I was about to comment, when a tray slammed down beside Al, making him stiffen up. My laughter cut off abruptly as my golden hazel eyes met silvery blue ones.
"Something funny initiates?" His low, husky voice asked, looking at each of us in turn. Even Will and Christina had stopped flirting, eyeing the Dauntless leader cautiously.
"Nothing." I said breezily, picking my fork up and continuing with my breakfast. Tris didn't touch her food, and I looked up to see she was looking at Eric wearily. "So Tris, finally decided on whether you want a tattoo or not?" I asked, trying to get her to stop her stare down with Eric.
If she was Divergent, I don't want her on Eric's radar, even if she might already be on it. Jeanine gets all the feedback from the test results, and it wouldn't be surprising if she knew that Tris' results were inconclusive.
"I don't know yet." She finally answered turning to look at me.
"We should go today after the test!" Christina jumped in, looking beyond excited. "I've been dying to get one."
"Maybe you'll find something you'll like." I offered looking over to Tris.
She furrowed her eyebrows at me. "You're not getting one?"
"Yeah I am." I smirked. "I talked to one of the artist about it yesterday. Said they'd have a sketch ready by today."
"What you ask for?" Al asked curiously.
I put my finger to my lips, winking at him. "You'll see."
After that we all left the cafeteria, heading towards the roof for our final gun test. I rolled my shoulders, then my head, trying to relax my tense muscles, but I couldn't. I felt Eric's presence, silently following after us. On our way, we ended up running into Peter, Molly and Drew, much to our annoyance. Luckily they ignored us, whispering amongst themselves.
The closer we got to the roof, the worse Al's nerves started getting. "Hey." I whispered, touching his arm with my hand. "You're going to do fine, you're not as good as me, but you got it." I teased, watching as he relaxed laughing softly.
"Why are you lying to the poor kid?" A voice I knew too well called out from behind us, and I just barely resisted the urge to punch him. "He's almost as bad as the stiff."
"Shut up Peter." I warned in a low voice, even though I silently prayed he didn't so I could finally kick his ass. I knew he was an asshole since I first saw him bothering Abnegation back at the choosing ceremony, but lately he's been even worse. His main target seeming to be Tris, and now Al. His viciousness and ranking made him a favorite amongst the Dauntless leaders, even if he did seem to get on their nerves sometimes.
"Are you really going to defend him?" he laughed harshly, stepping up so his face was close to mine. "You and I both know who the real man is here." He looked me up and down.
"Fuck you." I growled lowly, squaring my shoulders, my hand twitching with the urge to punch him.
He smirked, pressing himself against me. "Anytime, anywhere, babe." He reached down to try and grab my ass, but I was faster.
I grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back and slamming him against the stone wall. "Next time you try to touch me again; I'll break your fucking wrists." I hissed, slamming him against the wall once more when he struggled. "Understand?!" I snarled, putting more pressure on his wrist, smirking when he whimpered in pain.
"Yes!" he yelled through his clenched teeth.
"Good." I let him go, the smirk never leaving my face when he slumped down on the floor.
"Damn, Lo." I turned my head to see Christina and Will laughing at Peter who was scrambling to get back to his feet, glaring at me. Beside them Tris and Al were looking at me in disbelief, and I couldn't blame them. I was like a head shorter than him, but I wasn't scrawny, and they knew that.
"That was pathetic." I froze, hearing Eric's voice, mentally kicking myself for forgetting about him. I turned to see him looking at Peter, his lip curled in disgust. "She's half your size and you couldn't even break her hold?" Then his eyes turned to me. "How did you do it?" he mused coming closer to me.
I shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance. "He pissed me off." I looked over towards Peter who was glaring at me, his cheeks red with humiliation. "And there was no way I was gonna let him put his dirty ass hands on me." I spat, glaring back.
"Hm." Eric looked me up and down, his eyes running up the length of my body slowly. I felt my body heating up under his inspection, and that pissed me off more than Peter's stupid face.
"What?" I lifted my chin, challenging him with my eyes. "You gonna punish me for roughening up your initiate, boss man?"
His eyes blazed with barely control anger, the piercing over his eye glinting menacingly in the light. "Watch yourself initiate, you're threading a thin line here." His voice rang out like a whip, and I had to bite my tongue from saying something else that could get me in trouble. Instead I spun on my heels and started towards the roof again, my friends following me.
"You're really insane!" Christina hissed, casting a look over her shoulder before facing me again.
"He gets on my nerves." I muttered through clenched teeth, wishing I could go back there and punch Eric in his perfect fucking face.
"Which one?" Will asked amused, walking beside Christina, his arm close enough to brush hers.
"Both of them." I huffed out, my hands itching to get my hands on a gun. I was so mad that I threw the door open, making it crash against the wall. Four's head snapped up, narrowing on me but I ignored him, walking over to lean against the edge, trying to get my temper under control.
"Are you okay?" Tris' quiet voice asked me, snapping me out of my calming techniques.
"No." I answered honestly. "I'm just getting sick of the assholes around here."
"Glad to know that's how you feel about me." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Glad to know that you love following me around." I snapped, opening my eyes to glare at Eric, who was standing behind Tris, an amused smirked on his face.
"Garb a gun." He barked, his eyes blazing, his smirk turning cruel. I narrowed my eyes on him, walking over to a table with a dissembled gun and a single cartage. "You have 5 minutes to assemble it and hit every mark."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Or what?" By now all the initiates were already on the roof, their eyes flashing between Eric and me uneasily. I knew I was overstepping some boundary, but his holier than thou attitude was pissing me off. I was used to being the top dog back at the Bureau, and no one ever made it out a fight unscathed after talking to me like this.
But here, I had to take it and any punishment if I didn't do as expected. Knowing this, I still opened my goddamn mouth as if Eric wouldn't kill me without hesitation.
"You're going to wish you never chose Dauntless." He sneered, stepping closer to me until there was barely any room between us.
"I'm so scared." I laughed mockingly. Before I could even blink, he grabbed my arm so hard I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from making a sound. He practically threw me against the table.
"5 minutes! NOW!" I didn't say anything else, my hands automatically began assembling the gun with ease. Less than a minute later I was stepping up to the first target, shooting before moving to the next, crouching to get a good hit on the fast moving target. Each and every time, my bullets hit the mark.
When I hit the last target, I turned to Four who had the stop watch in his hand. He was looking at me with an unreadable expression, and I had to resist the urge to scream when I saw the suspicion in his eyes. "Two minute and thirty-five seconds."
"Am I done?" I asked, putting on the safety and setting it back down on the table.
"Yes." I didn't wait another second, instead I stalked out, needing to talk to my brother, to Michael. But I can't. I head over to the chasm, sitting with so my legs were swinging back and forth, and leaning my arms over the railing, pacing my forehead at them. I don't know how long I stayed there, only that it had been a while of me lost in my thoughts, listening to people come and go until I forgot about them and focused on the storm in my head. "I'm never going to make it." I groaned, lifting my head and scrubbing my hand over my face.
"Not if you keep antagonizing Eric." Fours low voice drawled. I didn't look up, instead I kept my head in my hand.
"Yeah well I can't help it if he keeps provoking me." I sighed heavily, looking up to watch the crashing waves below. "My temper was never nice to begin with, and he just knows what buttons to push."
"You're something else, Lo." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." I replied sheepishly scratching the back of my head. "Hey did the tests end?" I questioned, standing up and stretching.
"Yeah a while ago actually." He looked around as if remembering where we were. "Your friends are in the cafeteria; they were looking for you."
"Thanks Four!" I waved at him and started jogging towards the dorms for a quick shower and change of clothes. Earlier in the week Christina had convinced us to go shopping so I had gotten new clothes that I could wear outside of training. After putting my wet curly hair up in a bun I pulled on a pair of leather leggings and a black long sleeved cropped top, and finally shoved my feet in a pair of combat boots before heading to the cafeteria.
Stepping inside, I saw that my friends were already halfway through their lunch. Chris was the first one to spot me. "Lo!" She yelled, waving her hand over her head. Unfortunately, she caused people to turn and look… including Eric.
Ignoring him, I made my way towards them, noticing they had also changed out of their training clothes. "Where were you?! We were looking for you." Chris looked so worried for me, I felt my heart clench as I sat down next to Tris.
"I'm sorry, I just needed to get out of there." I played with a stray curl that had escaped my bun. "Eric makes me so mad it's ridiculous." I muttered, my eyes straying over to where he was. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with black jeans and hell if it didn't make him more delicious than usual. It also gave me a great view of his tattoos.
I looked away before I made a fool of myself. "Hey, it's okay." Tris placed her hand on my shoulder. "You had the best time of the class, which pissed Peter and Eric off." She smiled.
I smirked feeling extremely proud of myself even if I no doubted made it onto Eric's watch list. "Forgetting those two dickwads, are we still on for tattoos today?" I murmured picking up an apple.
"Hell yes! I really want to see you tattoo!" We finished eating quickly, then heading off towards where all the shops were. We didn't even bother stopping to explore the shops, instead heading straight to the tattoo parlor. When we entered I caught sight of Tori, the artist whom I had been talking about my design with. Grinning, I made my way to her, excited about finally getting the piece I wanted.
"Hey!" I called getting her attention. She looked up with a friendly smile until she caught sight of something behind me. She lost her smile and her eyes darkened with anger. Turning my head, I saw Tris looking straight at Tori as if she knew her already. "Do you know her?" I asked Tris quietly, worry clear in my voice.
Nodding subtly, she started looking at the designs on the wall. "She administered my test."
Suddenly it all made sense. Tori knew about her results and had probably warned her to stay in Abnegation because it was safer than Dauntless. "I take it she didn't like your decision." I murmured casually admiring a rose design, ignoring the way Tris' head snapped in my direction.
"Excuse me?" her breathless voice gave her away, and she was lucky I wasn't someone else.
"Dauntless isn't exactly the safest place for people like us." I shrugged winking at her shocked face. "And you really need to work on your lying skills if you don't want the wrong people to find out."
"Who are these people, and why don't they like people like us?" She got closer to me, turning her body to face mine. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with a million questions.
"We'll talk about it, but not here, or now." I looked pointedly at the camera at the corner of the parlor. Her eyes flickered to it briefly before her shoulders slumped in relief. "Hey, we'll be fine. Just don't call attention onto yourself… more than normal." I winked at her, heading over to Tori with a bright smile.
"Ready for that tattoo?" She was gathering her tools stiffly, her eyes not looking up.
"Yeah I am." She motioned for me to take a seat. "Don't be too hard on her. It would have been harder to fit in in any other faction with that determination of hers." I murmured quietly, straddling the chair. She jerked as if she had been hit, and I sighed when her eyes shot to mine.
"You know?" She asked in disbelief, eyes furious as they looked up at Tris.
"Actually, I am." I technically wasn't lying. Divergence was associated with pure genes, and I was pure according to my father's bullshit research.
"Who administered your test?" She hissed urgently. "How are you still alive?" Her face twisted painfully.
"My mother knew about my Divergence because she practiced a new dose of the serum on me and destroyed the results to protect me. She taught me how to hide it." The lie slipped smoothly from my lips. She looked at me for a moment longer, trying to determine if I was lying or not. I let out a long sigh, leaning my head on my arm. "I'd like it on my back, from top of my shoulders to the end of my back."
It was a few more silent seconds before she gestured for me to take my shirt off. I did so, holding it against my chest before unclipping my bra. I heard her shuffling around preparing a large pad with the design, and made myself comfortable. I let my right arm dangle, laying my chin on my left arm.
"She'll be okay you know." I murmured after she adjusted the pad over my back. "I'll help her." I said seriously.
"I don't want to see her get hurt." Her voiced sounded pained and I reached back to pat her knee.
"Have some faith in us." I teased trying to ease the mood. "Now no more depressing talk, let's focus on the amazing tattoo that you designed for me." I grinned, my eyes finding my friends across the room. Christina was getting tatted while Will was sitting by her head holding her hand and I couldn't help but smirk. Al and Tris were still looking over the other designs.
"You haven't even seen it yet." She laughed, smoothing it over. "It will hurt because of the pieces that run over your spine."
"Bring it on." I called over my shoulder. "And I have seen your work, Tori." I snorted. "I trust that this one won't disappoint."
Before she could reply, I heard heavy footsteps enter the shop, and the room quieted almost instantly. Raising an eyebrow, I turned my head to the side to see who it was. I nearly groaned out loud when I saw him. "I can never get a fucking break, man." I growled burying my face in my arm when I heard his steps get closer and closer.
"Tori, when are you going to be free?" His deep voice soothed me despite my hatred for him. It was low and rough but yet it flowed out so smoothly that it was calming.
"She's my only client at the moment, and it's a big one so she won't be done for another 40 minutes."
"What that long?" My head jerked up in surprise. I looked over at her in surprise.
"What did ya expect? Wham bam thank you ma'am?" She joked, her eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Well duh." I rolled my eyes, my lips twitching. She laughed lightly, turning to face Eric without the fear that most Dauntless members regarded him with.
"You willing to wait or you wanna reschedule?" I didn't look at him, but I felt his eyes burning me.
"I'll wait." And because my luck is just so wonderful, I heard him drag a chair over and plant himself in it. Looking up to my right, I saw him straddling the chair, watching me with a smirk on his face. "Initiate." He nodded at me, his eyes hard as steel.
"Boss man." I mimicked him. "Getting more ink?" I asked nonchalantly, my eyes trailing over the blocks on his heck and arms.
"Nah, I just thought I'd keep Tori here company." He said sarcastically and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I didn't even bother responding, instead just laid my head down again, but he obviously didn't take the hint that I was done with the conversation. Or then again, he probably didn't care "You were impressive out there." His tone put me on edge, because I knew he wasn't complimenting me, he was leading up to whatever he really wanted to say. "Too impressive for a Nose." And there it was.
"My father was the head of the department of Weaponry and Ammunition." I shrugged, telling him what I told Four because it wasn't a lie, so if he decided to follow up it, he'd see I wasn't lying. "Worked with him on a few on his projects, testing most of them out."
"Interesting." He hummed, and I didn't like the way he doubted me. He was focusing too much on me as it was, I didn't need him on my ass more than he already was.
"Lo!" My head snapped up to see Christina bounding over to me, slowing down when she saw Eric. Her face furrowing in confusion, eyes flashing over to me in question. 'I don't know' I mouthed to her, not being able to shrug in fear of messing up the progress of my tattoo. "Um how much longer to do got?"
I looked at Tori, and she got the hint that she should answer. "Twenty-five more minutes." I looked over at her to see her biting her lip, looking unsure.
"What's up?"
"I wanted to take Tris shopping and the shops close in like another hour." She murmured sheepishly.
"Hey go, I already suffered through a shopping session with you, it's only fair Tris does too." I joked, shooing her away.
"Really?" I shot her a look making her laugh. "Alright, alright! Show us your tattoo later when you get back!" I sent her a thumbs up, watching in amusement and she ran out of the parlor, dragging Tris after her.
"You're horrible." Tori muttered under her breath.
"She needs to come out of her shell a little more." I waved my head dismissingly. "She'll thank me later." I smirked thinking about her and a certain instructor of ours. It was quiet for the remainder of the time, and just as I as dozing off, Tori announced it was finished.
"Ready to see it?" She asked and I nodded, straightening in the chair, barely remember to grab my clothes to keep me from flashing the entire shop. She pulled a mirror in front of me and then another behind me, allowing me to see the large willow tree that ran from the tops of my shoulders down the right ride of my body. The branches branched out across my shoulders down to my shoulder blades with an owl perched on one of them. There was also a compass on my right shoulder blade, intertwined with the branches.
"I fucking love it." I murmured breathlessly. Movement from the corner of my eye reminded me that Eric was still here. I looked over at him to see his now dark blue eyes roaming over my back. "What ya think, boss?" I raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on my lips.
He didn't look at me for a few minutes, his eyes scanning every inch of my skin before finally looking at me. His face was expressionless, but his eyes gave him away. "It suits you."
I turned my back to him, smirking wickedly at Tori who shook her head at me as she smeared salve over my tattoo. When she was done, I went to drop my top so I could fix my bra, but then remembered Eric was still here. "You mind?" I murmured looking at him from over my shoulder a loose strand of curly hair hanging in front of my eye.
"Not at all." He smirked at me, leaning back in his chair, hands folding back behind his head. I shrugged, dropping my shirt beside me, clipping my bra back on and fixing my girls before standing up. Turning to face Tori, I picked my shirt back up.
"I gotta sign for the points?" I asked casually, shrugging the top on, ignoring Eric's burning gaze. Instead focusing on the dauntless woman in front of her who simply waved me off.
"Forget it, and get out of here, I got work to do." She shooed me away, making me laugh as I turned and headed out. I felt his eye following me even as I left, torn between wanting to kill him and wanting to kiss him senseless. I let out a deep breath, pulling my hair out of its bun as I stalked towards the dorms, just wanting to sleep for the rest of my life.
I set the book cover as Lo's tattoo, i dont know if you'll see it or not but i hope so. It's so difficult to post chapters and pictures because they dont post right away and it takes like ten million tries.