That night a dream again of Marcus, whipping me with his dark gray belt, this time reprimanding me for crying in front of him. I get up frustratedly and run to the training room, beating the hell out of a punching bag out of anger. Marcus is my past, it's unfair for him to still worm his way into my dreams.
"You best get that little guy to the infirmary." I punch the bag one last time with a grunt and turn to the voice.
"Peter." I greet. I'm not sure what emotion my voice conveys, because I'm not sure how I feel about him.
"Hey Stiff." Peter nods a hello to me.
"What are you doing here? It's like three in the morning." I ask, slightly annoyed that he's disrupted my comfortably lonely environment.
"I could ask you the same thing." He says.
"Touche." I respond.
"How about you fight me and whoever's on the ground first has to tell why they're here." He suggests.
"Tempting," I say, "but I'm not that curious."
"Aww, c'mon Stiff, live a little." He encourages. I sigh.
"Fine." I knot my ponytail into a bun and join him in the arena. We both get into fighting stances. He tries to make the first move, making for a punch to my solar plexus, but I catch his fist and knee him in the crotch.
"Shit, Stiff!" He groans, agony twisting his expression. I grin and push him easily to the ground. "You cheated." He moans from the floor.
"When did we make the rules?" I ask. "So tell me Peter," I say before he has time to answer. "Why are you here at three in the morning?"
"My balls…" He moans. I laugh and sit down next to him.
"You're here because of your testicles?" I ask, giggling. He sticks his tongue out at me. Real mature.
"C'mon." I prompt, nudging him with my foot.
"Fine, I was here because I saw you go." He says.
"I'd rather have been alone." I say bitterly.
"You're not the type to get lonely?" He asks me. I shake my head, a few moments of silence pass between us.
"Umm, I don't have a crush on you." He says to me. "I only told Drew that because he looked like he could break you in half."
"You underestimated me." I reply. "And you didn't seem to have a problem breaking Tris in half." I add.
"Well," He says, "She hates me."
"And for what reason?" I ask sarcastically, raising my eyebrow and smirking. He shrugs nonchalantly.
"You're my friend, and her.." He says. "Not so much."
"Friend?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.
"I guess," Peter shrugs, sitting up. I pull the dictionary Will gave me from my pocket, I left it there from this morning.
"A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations." I read from the tiny book. "I guess we are friends."
A/N- Okay, I know it's literally been months since I updated, but I'm back with my crappy fanfiction. I'll post another chapter too because this was short and if you're still with me after months of inactivity, you deserve an award. Thanks for reading 3