A/N: So I split this Chapter into two parts one from Tris's point of view, the other from Four's. The reason is it was just too long with them combined so Four's POV is coming soon. –ScaredofBs
Chapter 7 Part one
Tris P.O.V
After sulking around the rest of the weekend, it was finally the day I was dreading, Monday. He was going to be there and I had not talked since I had sent that text. I had a ton of questions in my head.
Who was that girl? Why was she kissing him? Is four a player? Does he have a ton of girls that he can call when he wants a hook-up? Can I trust him not to hurt me? I have to stop myself from going too far, we had only kissed once and we weren't actually together I remind myself.
I climb out of bed, and walk to my closet. If I can't be with Four then he is definitely going to see what he is missing. I grab a pair of spandex shorts and a tank-top, fixed my make-up like Christina did for the party, and walked out of my room.
"What are you wearing?!" Caleb almost yelled.
"Whatever I want to Caleb!" I yelled back and ran out of the house totally forgetting about breakfast.
I made it to school way to early and started to stretch over by the obstacle course. After what felt like an hour, but was actually only 15 minutes Christina, will and al showed up.
"Hey Tris," Al called trotting over to me and sat down followed by Will and Christina.
"Hey guys." I said trying to sound excited to see them.
"What happened to you this weekend?" Christina asked staring at me in the way candor do when they know you are about to lie to them, probably just noticing the make-up too.
"I… I had some family stuff to deal with." I stammer out. She doesn't believe it.
"Mmmhmm, why are you all dressed up today?" She prods me.
"What a girl can't look nice without all the questions?" I try to laugh it off.
We all laughed at that. Christina was still skeptical but was pacified for now.
"Morning initiates!" Eric yelled. He was walking with Four over to all of us. I hadn't noticed that all the other transfer initiates had gather near us talking to each other.
As they called off the names for roll call I thought I was Four glance toward me, and My heart skipped a beat but then remembered that he doesn't like me anymore.
"I hope you all have noticed that the dauntless born initiates are not with you this morning. That is because we are working on defense training," Eric said with what I thought looked like a sadistic smile. "Since they all already know how to fight you guys need to catch up and fast."
A silence fell over all of us. Soon we were paired up, but since we had lost one initiate during the first day there were only 11 of us left. Which left Al paired with Eric. I was with a girl named Molly who was much bigger and well was very broad, I didn't really stand a chance.
As Four demonstrated some basic punches and kicks, which I sucked horribly at. But Molly on the other hand was quite good at; as we hit punching bags over and over again I increasingly became nervous about getting my ass kicked.
After a quick lunch Eric announced to no one's surprise that we would be fighting our partners from earlier and that this would be judged and points would count toward the elimination. I could swear I saw pure joy as he was talking about the elimination; I was starting to believe that Eric was seriously messed up in the head.
I had not had a lot of time to dwell on the whole Four situation since I was so busy dreading my future ass kicking. But now that lunch had started and we were all sitting in the cafeteria together I was quite aware of him.
I could feel his eye boring into me. But I didn't want to acknowledge him. I knew that if I looked into his eyes that I would go right back to liking and missing him, and end up getting hurt again.
"No one said getting into dauntless was going easy, I guess" Christina said staring at her plate.
"Nope" Al sighed.
"Oh come on Al you are the biggest guy in the group you should be fine." Will said punching al in the arm encouragingly. But Al did not look any happier.
I just sat there letting them talk and adding the occasional "yeah" or "hmmm" my mind was back on Four. I was wondering if he would stop the fight early for me. But I do not think so.
The end of lunch came too soon for us. We sulked out of the cafeteria to the field that now had mats on it. Eric and Four had beaten us out there. They we talking quietly to each other and Eric's face was beet red and he look frustrated. When they saw us coming they straightened up and stopped talking.
"First pair is Christina and Myra." said Eric.
After a few minutes of circling each other Myra threw the first punch but Christina dodged it. Christina kicked hard at Myra's knees knocking her backward, but Myra was quick and got up fast and charge head first at Christina. She and Christina went tumbling off the mat. I glanced at Four he was grimacing slightly. I looked back at the fight. Christina was now on top of Myra and punched her in the nose. It started to bleed heavily and Christina jumped back.
"Way to go Christina" Eric said clapping Christina on the back with a bright smile. Christina didn't look like she wanted the congratulations.
"Thank you. Sir" Christina said ducking underneath his arm and coming back to stand near me and al.
"Four take her to the infirmary," Eric snapped at him "next is the Stiff and Molly."
Molly bounds to one side of the map. I looked back to see Four leaving the field area. I walk slowly to the middle of the mat, looking back hoping the infirmary isn't too far away.
"Let's go stiff!" Eric yelled at me.
I got to the opposite side of side of the mat then Molly. Molly did not wait for me to get ready she just charged straight at me, I tried to get out of the way but couldn't. She wrapped her arms around my waist and we tumbled to the ground. She started to punch me in the face, but I turned my head and she only got me in the check. I pushed her off and got up; we circled for a second looking for weaknesses in each other. I threw a punch and she blocked it and punched me in the ear. I went all dizzy and fell to the mat again. All I saw next was Molly's fist.
