Hey mah peeps! (sad attempt of gangstah talk!) So. . . no updates in a while... SORRY. computer, soccer try outs, travels, and sisters. Teachers piling homework on despite four days remaining in school. How are you today? I am fine, despite the sense of fear that resides in my gut, bordering in every word I say, write and think. haha jk no. SUCKY DAY/WEEK/YEAR/EVERYTHING. (example: cry count for today: 8) but none of my personal crap! :D We good? I however, adore listening to people talk about their lives! I'm always up for a good rant! Cool? Cool.
okay done here you go:
Disclaimer: All rights go to Veronica Roth.
TRIS POV:
I am woken by a hand shaking my side. i slowly open my eyes to see a concerned look, dark brown eyes, and immaculate make up and hair.
"Chris," I grumble. "Why are you here?" Sleep still grips me, and I don't want it to let go. I start to close my eyes, but Christina shakes me again.
"Tris, look around," She says. I abide, and see Tobias sleeping next to me, on the bench on the east wall of the Training Room. I jolt up.
"What the hell am I doing here- oh," I say, then stop, because I remember. I fell asleep next to Tobias during lunch.
"Tris, what happened? Who could've taken out both you and Four? I mean, maybe one at a time, but, really, both?" Christina asks, incredulous. I laugh.
"No, Chris no one took us out, we just fell asleep," I inform her. She looks skeptical.
"How could you have fallen asleep at the same time? I mean, nothing is a coincidence." She says, and I remember saying those exact words earlier today. I turn my head, my thoughts collecting at the back of my head. I make the realization, and let out a shriek. I begin to violently shake Tobias, pressing my lips to his, slapping him, whatever it takes to wake him. He remains asleep.
"Tris, Tris what's wrong, Tris, he's fine!" Christina tries to tell me. I turn to her.
"How can he be fine, Christina, nothing is a coincidence, Chris, you said so yourself! TOBIAS!" I say in a frenzy, screaming the last word at Tobias's face, then kiss him harder than I ever have before. I feel his lips move beneath me, and I pull back and wrap my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shirt for the second time today. He is opening his eyes, adjusting his eyes to the light of the Training Room. He is puzzled, but Christina is more so. She stares at me.
"Tris, what the hell? Four is perfectly all right! And who the hell is Tobias?" She asks me, slowly. I laugh, too relieved to care. He is fine. That's all that matters. He is fine. (See? Wasn't lying last chapter!)
"No one, Chris, go back to lunch, please, Four and I need to talk," I say. She nods and turns to the the door, opening it to pass. But I see her cast a worried glance in my direction right before she exits. I dismiss the gesture and hug Tobias. He hugs back and though I can tell he wants to know why I'm so upset. As always, he puts my needs before his own, letting me stay in his arms until i pull away, ready to explain. I take a shaky breath and begin.
"I guess you want to know what the hell went through my mind. Honestly, I can't say that I'm quite sure that even I understand it completely. But everything's so weird right now. And I felt like something clicked. Remember when I went shopping with Christina and met Eric in the hallway? He said he'd make sure that you'd never accept Max's offer. And he and Olivia went together, and I feel like I'm missing something. I guess, well, I thought that Olivia would want revenge for being rejected and Eric. . . Well, you know Eric. I was so sure they drugged us both, and you had been. . . It's all so confusing, you know? Anyway, sorry I freaked," I sigh, leaning into him again. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.
"Tris, don't apologize. You're right, something's up." Tobias tries to reassure me. I let out a breath and sit up. The door is opening, and Olivia waltzes in, surprisingly without Clare. She sneers at us.
"Well, I learned something very interesting yesterday, Four, Six," Olivia says, plastering a fake smile all over her face. "Eric, you know, the leader, told me that you two lovebirds dated during initiation," Her tone is frosty. "And you, dear Six, were training, and Four, you were training her," Olivia pauses. "And that Six got first in initiation, even though she almost failed the first part. And of course, four had nothing to do with it," She picks at her nails. "Or at least that's what you said," I feel my blood boil, and she walks to the other side of the room, to sit on the bench to wait for her fellow initiates. I stand, fighting the urge to follow her and hit her, instead walking to blackboard. I erase the board, leaving only the results of the fights as the rest of the initiates filter. Still no Mary. I turn back to Tobias, and begin to give the initiates instructions. I manage to make until after dinner before passing out for the second time today.
P/B
I wake in my own apartment, a headache pounding in my temple. I was woken by the sound of punching bags colliding, but I was too tired to investigate. I stumble out of bed and into the shower, letting the warm water wash my fatigue away. I stay there for much longer than usual, and getting dressed takes just as long. By the time I am finished getting ready, it is too late for breakfast, and I must go straight to the Training Room. It is the third day of fights, each person fighting twice each day, and it is clear who is destined for the factionless. Mary still hasn't shown up, and is headed for the ranks of the failures. Though food has been disappearing from the kitchens, and we all suspect her. She's even been blamed for the sudden lack of Max's huge Dauntless cake, that was stored in the kitchens the night of our Candor or Dauntless party. Oops. Jonathan has dominated the fights, while Olivia's ruthless style is cutthroat. Eric sometimes comes to see her. Jack and Em have each won some, lost some, and Clare has stayed at the back. Rudy continues to leave his competitors in the dust, but his techniques are too predictable, and he has decreased in the ranks. Ethan has taking to smacking people in the head to win, and for the most part, it is effective. Clare is failing, and if she doesn't pull herself up after the fighting unit, she is factionless.
I stumble into the training room, heading straight for Tobias. I fill his arms with my body and lay my head against his chest. I hear a scoff. I turn to see all of the initiates in a circle, looking at us expectantly. I pull away, and Olivia smiles.
"Well," Tobias clears his throat. "As I was saying, this is the last day of fighting. Tomorrow we will teach you how to throw a knife, as well as some, well, strategic exercises." I grin to myself at his words; our little strategic escapade involves paintballs, flags, and ferris wheels. Tobias walks to the blackboard to begin writing down the pairs we agreed on last night.
1. Clare vs Jonathan
2. Olivia vs Em
3. Rudy vs Jack
4. Ethan
"If anyone has seen Mary, let us know, as she will become factionless unless she shows!" I yell after the initiates have read their partners. They nod in response. I walk to Tobias, and stand next to him. We watch as Clare and Jonathan begin their fight. Clare is getting few hits in, but the ones that make it are powerful. I wonder if she was the one training last night. It shows. Jonathan is swinging his arms in his usual "hit it 'til you win it," style, while Clare fights as if it's an art. Even if she wins this fight, she'll still be in second to last, only Mary keeping her from the dead last position. Clare tries to duck as Jonathan tries to smack her again, but she is too slow. Her nose gushes blood, and she stumbles backwards. Jonathan takes the chance and hits her again, shoving her to the floor. He punches her face, and Clare tries to raise her hands to protect herself, but Jonathan doesn't give her any room to, as his punches are coming so fast. Clare cries out, trying to push him off with her legs, but Jonathan is relentless.
"Enough," Tobias shouts. Jonathan gets up, brushing himself off. He climbs out of the ring, caressing a bruise on his cheekbone that Clare gave him. Clare groans and lifts herself out of the ring. She tries to smile at the remaining initiates, but only manages a grimace, and only half of them are paying attention. Jack and Em are talking quietly, Olivia's picking at her nails, but Ethan and Rudy are looking, and Ethan goes so far as to smile. Clare stumbles onto the bench, next to Rudy. She tries to talk to him, but he is rapt with the new fight. Olivia and Em have just begun to climb in, and Em smirks at Olivia as she enters. Em is on Olivia as soon as she's in. She punches and claws her, as Olivia struggles beneath her. Olivia, mimicking her friend, pushes Em off with her feet, but succeeds, unlike Clare. She quickly regains the upper hand, and now it is her eyes that are blazing and Em cowering beneath her. Olivia swiftly knocks out Em and gracefully exits the ring, leaving Jack to rush to Em's side. Olivia sits back down, her cocky attitude oozing. Rudy nervously walks up to the ring to help, but ends up standing to the side, looking worried. Jack pulls her out of the ring, and instructs Ethan to take her to the infirmary. He jumps back into the ring, sends Rudy a smile, and charges. Rudy leaps out of the way, and sends a punch to Jack's head. He misses, but lands a sturdy hit to Jack's chest. Jack grunts, shoving Rudy to the ground, but before he can attack, Rudy rolls away, leaping back onto his feet the first chance he gets. He tries again for Jack's head, but Jack has caught on, and is swooping beneath his fist, giving him a chance to smack the back of his head. Rudy falls, and as soon as he hits the ground he winces.
"I concede!" Rudy yells, then repeats it, softer. "I concede," He hoists himself out of the ring after Jack and breathes heavily. "Wow, Harkness, didn't know you had it in you," He says, jokingly. Jack only grins.
"Well, Steiner, you have got a lot to learn," Jack jokes, striding towards Em. Clare tries to laugh with them, but as soon as she starts to giggle, the rest of them stop. Olivia looks up.
"Clarissa, you have really got to stop trying," she says.
"Olivia, my name is Clare now," Clare says, quietly, looking guilty. Olivia laughs.
"No, you'll always be Clarissa to me. In my memory, you'll remain the little Amity girl who was scared of her own shadow," Olivia says. Clare only stares at the ground.
"I'm not that person anymore, Serephina (Great book, read it.) (Oh wait, credit to Rachel Hartman)" Clare says, and Olivia bristles.
"Never call me that," Olivia says. Clare shrugs.
"Olivia, face it. Your name is Serephina Olivia Greensboro III, and don't you forget it, your highness, don't you ever forget it," Clare says, and Olivia lunges. I step in. I have been listening to their conversation, and along with the rest of the initiates, I am puzzled. I step between the girls, pushing Olivia away and shielding Clare.
"No fighting outside of the ring while you are an initiate! Now, you are DISMISSED FOR LUNCH!" I yell. As soon as they are out of sight, I turn to Tobias, planting a kiss on his lips.
"You were in charge of their files, right?" I say as we pull apart. The files are new this year, a way to keep track of everyone in the city, and are given to the instructors when the kids become initiates. "Do you think we could look at Olivia's?"
"Yes, it's in the office, should we look at it?" Tobias asks. I nod, and he takes my hand pulling me inside the office. I kiss him again, and when we separate I look at him expectantly.
"Oh, yeah! We have to get the files!" He exclaims, and I can't help but smile. He pulls out the keys to the filing cabinet in the corner of the room, quickly unlocking the bottom drawer. He flips through the folders until he finds the one he's looking for.
"Here we go. Transfer 11: 'Olivia,'" Tobias says.
"Yep, that's the one," I say, pulling the folder from his grip. I flip it open, and read the first few lines.
"Tobias, holy crap," I say, barely believing it.
Whoa-kay. my first cliffy-hangery-type-thing! Wut wut. Okay. Yeah? No yeah? Personally, I'm gonna side with the 'no-yeah-ers' . Because I think that chapter is stretched. BUT WE ARE KINDA GETTIN TO A OKAY PART WHERE IT DOESN'T SEEM FORCED AND EVERYTHING FLOWS. Ha, some people are like, 'I spent so long, omg my story is perfect and beautimus and gorgeous and different and better, and yadayadayada' and i am dissing mine. WHATEVSIES,
bog3 (wait, so these initials are also part of the Greensboro family, like Olivia. It's also a third1 :D)
