Eric's POV

"Jesus Eric, what happened to your shoes?"

It was too early, way too early. John knew better then to wake me this early.

"What do you want?" I hissed my voice full of sleep.

"You've got to get up, you're with Four and the Transfers today," I didn't respond but someone else did,

"Can't you just stay here?"

Sarah?

I rolled over to see her on the opposite side of my bed with sheets pulled up to her neck, covering herself from John.

"What are you still doing here?" I growled at her, she knew better than to stay the whole night.

"I fell asleep," she reached over to stroke my chest. Which I openly moved out of the way of.

"Well you're up now," I threw my head back on the pillow. "Bye."

A huff could be heard as the weight of the bed shifted and John's laugh filled the air. When she was finally out of my room I let the breath I was holding escape.

"They will never learn will they?" John began tossing clothes onto my bed.

"Get, out! I'm up!" I threw my pillow in his direction in a laugh.

"Have fun spending the day with your Amity girl," John spoke stepping into the hall, "And throw those shoes away," He shut the door.

Damn I had forgotten about my puke covered shoes, clearly I could not wear them today. Digging through my closet for no reason, I huffed when I came out empty handed, I knew I owned no other shoes.

"Damn Amity,"

Lana's POV

Holding a gun in your hand for the first time is life changing, the weight of it surprising, the cold metal against your hands made the hair on the back of your neck stand.

If only my mother could see me now.

The force of the bullet leaving the gun knocked the air out of me the first time, but now I had got a handle on it. I wouldn't be killing anybody anytime soon, but if I was aiming for their heart I would at least blow a toe off.

"Okay initiates, get to lunch, then meet me back here for fight training,"

Lunch, something I wasn't looking forwards to after last night projectile spectacular.

I also let out the breath I didn't know I was holding when I made my way to the pit this morning and Eric wasn't standing there with four.

But after lunch was a different story. I picked at my apple core walking down the hall listening to Matt and Brit joke about my none meat experience once again. Before I looked around the room a voice I had grown too familiar with spoke.

"For those of you who don't know, or remember, my name is Eric, and you'll do well to remember it," he spoke with such anger, who could forget it? "I'm one of the five leaders of Dauntless," he seemed so young? He went on explaining the ranking system before he finished his speech with a sentence that chilled to the bone.

"You chose us," he paused for dramatic effect. "Now we get to choose you."

Four quickly took back over instructions on how to fight and avoid being hit while Eric circled the room watching us.

When I was sure he wasn't watching me I did a once over scan of his body again. Nothing had changed, except the dark circles under his eyes had grown bigger; and further down I scanned and noticed he was wearing black house slippers.

Snorting in a laugh I continued to hit the bag while Four and Eric continued circling. Somehow they ended up crossing paths right behind me.

"Eric, what are you wearing on your feet, are those house shoes?" Four snickered behind me, only to hear a rumble of a man answer.

"And if they are? I could still beat your ass on with slippers. Tobias," Four didn't respond and continued making his rounds.

Tobias? Was that Four's real name?

"You''ll never win standing like that," Eric jumped me once again as his cold hands touched my bare stomach, where I was only in a sports bra. I turned to look at him, not saying anything.

"Oh god, you're not going to puke again are you?"

"I think I want a tattoo," Matt spoke during dinner as I poked around in what the Dauntless called a salad, which was really more of a bowl of lettuce.

"Of what, my face, so you can remember it when I beat your ass?" Britney spoke in a flirting tone.

"No so I can remember what it looks like when it gets mangled," he shot back quickly turning to me, "What about you Lana, want a tattoo?" he pulled me in tightly with his arms.

"Nope, don't think so," I said for some reason resting my head on his shoulder. I had never had someone voluntarily touch me in Amity. They were afraid they would be pointed out as a rebel; as much as Britney likes to talk to me now, she never had before our test.

I kept my head on his shoulder, still tired from the sleep I missed out on last night. Suddenly the weight of the bench shifted beside me.

"I know you're from Amity, but here we don't lounge on each other," Eric's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Well I thought I would cuddle with him before I slept with him, to know if it was any good," the sarcastic mark slipped out. Eric's pierced eyebrow raised as anger once again spread across his face. He didn't say anything else as he filled his plate with whatever mystery meat they were serving tonight.

"Hey, I'm John, you're Lana the first jumper right?" A tall guy; apparently named John, sat down across from me at the table.

"Yeah, that's me," I smiled at him taking a drink of my water.

"Amity's never jump first," he stated grabbing the potato slices off Eric's plate instead of getting some from the middle of the table.

"Well, I left because I had a desire to jump off buildings into the unknown," I took another bite of my apple, rolling my salad with the other fork, as I felt a discustsed look cross my face.

"Really it looks like to me you came here for the food,"

I liked John already.

"She doesn't eat meat," Brit spoke to John, "I'm Britney,"

"John," he answered nodding his head in her direction. "What do you mean, you don't eat meat," he looked at me like I'd had two heads.

"Correction, I had never eaten meat till yesterday," I thought back to last night and head rose in my face again. "And it fought back, in the form of puke,"

John's eyes grew as he shot his head over to Eric, who was silently eating his food, staring at his plate, it was the most content I had seen him yet.

"Puke huh, did you…"

"Come on John," Eric interrupted jumping up grabbing John's arm to drag him away, but not before he got close to my ear, so only I could hear.

"I'm not a very good cuddles, but I'm damn good at fucking," he pushed his thick hand against my back in a sort of slap goodbye, making my arms ache from the fighting before.

"What was that about?" Four asked taking Eric's open seat.

"Oh, he was just warning me about the meat…"

Four gave me a confused look before he began fixing a plate, examining the meat.