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Chapter ten – Bets and punishments

The dormitory is empty, everyone is still in the training room with Eric. I couldn't face the fact that Tris took my place. She didn't need to. I didn't want her to. It was my mistake, I was the one that made Eric mad, not her. I should have just kept my stupid mouth shut!

I go over and sit at the bottom of my bed, my head touches the bunk above slightly. Tris didn't seem to like the idea of standing in front of the target, but she still did it. She is too selfless. Or too brave, I suppose they're pretty much the same thing.

You need to be selfless to be brave.

A few minutes later the door of the dormitory opens. Christina comes in with a weird expression on her face, like something bad has happened.

And then –

"You think this is funny, do you?" Will storms into the room, damp paper towel in hand, and a black smudge on his face.

Christina bites her lip to keep from laughing.

"W-well, it – it is a bit," I laugh, getting up from the bed.

"It won't come off! What pen did you guys use?" Will moans, vigorously trying to scrub off the mark on his lip.

Christina gets the pen she used and looks at it. "Uh, it was permanent maker," she squeaks, in-between laughter.

Will looks completely mortified.

"Oh come on, Will it was a bit of fun. If I hit you in your funny bone will it make you laugh?" She says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"Its real name is the humerus bone and no, probably not." I roll my eyes, he is an Erudite born and raised.

I look at my watch; 12:05. Five minutes after lunch.

I smile.

"I win." I say.

"What?" Will asks, we both ignore him.

"No you didn't. Neither of us have, he noticed it when he went to the bathroom, twenty minutes ago. He spent most of that time trying to get it off."

Crap.

"We both lost." She says.

"Wait. You guys had a bet?!" Will exclaims. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Then it w-wouldn't have been a bet," I say.

The dormitory door opens again, Al and Tris walk in. The tip of her ear is red.

"Tris, you're b-bleeding." I frown, she just waves me away, and says that she's fine. Al just stands awkwardly saying nothing, his face looks grim for some reason.

We walk down one of the hallways and into the Pit. Will is still angry with us, mainly because of the bet. The smudge on his face is still there not budging.

Tris doesn't seem in the best of moods either. She has been silent since we left the dormitory, and Al, well, Al is Al.

To be honest, I'm a little bit thankful that neither of us won. I just imagining the kiss with Al if I lost is disturbing. And after all you can't force a kiss with someone, so even if I did win the kiss wouldn't feel right.

"Hey, Tris you know how me and Andy had that bet?" Christina starts, Tris nods. "Well, we both lost and we kinda need a punishment thing. We were thinking you could decide on what the punishment should be."

"Ah, maybe you should –"

A man walks past us, he has a large tattoo of a scorpion on the back of his head.

Tris' smile widens.

Oh, no.

"You should get tattoos," she smiles.

"Ooh. W-wait, what I-I –"

"What it sound cool to me. What kind of tattoo?" Christina asks, wrapping one of her long arms wrap around my shoulders.

"Your names on each other's wrist," Will says, Tris agrees nodding with enthusiasm.

"Hey, actually that's not a bad idea," says Christina.

The thought of having some ones name on me forever, gives me a strange feeling in my stomach.

We make our way to the tattoo parlour, and Christina teases Will. The parlour is lit with small lights, it is still a bit dim though.

We go over to the tattooists, one is a woman and the other is a big burly man with many pricings and tattoos. The most noticeable tattoo he has is of a skull with a spider creeping from the eye socket on the side of his neck. It gives me chills, it looks so real and creepy.

The big guy tells me to go through to a room behind a curtain, while Christina goes through a different one with the woman.

"Take a seat," the man says, his voice is rough but quiet. He points to a black, reclined chair with the head rest missing. I walk over and sit down, it the chair isn't very comfortable, especially when my head has nothing to lean against.

"What do you want?" He asks, staring at me.

"A tattoo," I say, simply.

He rolls his eyes with annoyance. "A tattoo of what?"

"A n-name on my wrist. Chr-Christ –" Oh, God I can't say her name. "Christ…Christ…"

"Are you one of those who just likes wasting people's time?" He snaps, I shake my head.

"Right, I think I know what you want, so let's get started." The man gets the equipment ready.

I turn my head not wanting to see the needle. Not that I'm scared of them, just a needle in the wrist is not the best image in the world.

"Ah! Ee! Oo! St-stop,"

"Calm down, I haven't started yet. I was just cleaning where you want the tat to go. And you chose Dauntless?"

"I knew that, and y-yes I did." I say, with a frown.

"Just relax," he mutters, tugging on my wrist.

Breathe. Just breathe. The needle goes in, it feels strange like someone scratching you with a pin and then poking it into your skin. It's painful but bearable.

I look at the man who is doing my tattoo, and try to guess if he was a transfer or a Dauntless born. The silence is awkward so I ask.

"I was a transfer, used to be Candor. I couldn't take any more of the things they used to say about me. Hurtful things, you know?" The tattooist said sadly, I could see that he found it hard talking about his old faction.

I nod and he tells me his name is Blade. It's weird, but somehow he suites it.

"Y-you don't eighteen," I say.

"You don't act like Dauntless," he retorts.

"Touché."

"You're done," he says wrapping the tattoo with a small padded bandage.

"Thanks." He nods and smiles a crooked smile.

I walk out and see that Christina is already done.

"What do you think?" She asks, showing me her wrist. Andy, is written neatly on her thin wrist with small flowers around it.

I smile, "it's n-nice." I take the bandage off mine taking a peak. I gasp.

"What? Show us, Andy."

I shake my head, and walk off into the dining hall, they follow close behind. Will, Tris, Christina and Al block my path to the door of the canteen.

I sigh and pull off the bandage.

"OH. MY. GOD. AHAHAHA!" Christina erupts into laughter as does Will and Al. Tris is trying her best to keep her laugh in, making occasional struggling noises.

"Okay, it's n-not that f-funny," I say, heat rises in my cheeks.

"Not funny? It's hilarious! You got; CHRISTOPHER tattooed on your wrist! What's not funny about that?" Christina squeals.

I roll my eyes. "Please stop laughing, I c-couldn't say your n-name properly."

"So you said Christopher? Oh, this is gold," Will laughs.

"No, I didn't. I s-said Chr-Christ, and then I think he guessed the next b-bit."

Tris shakes her head, "Karma, Andy." I roll my eyes.

After everyone has finished laughing, we have dinner.

I look at my wrist again; Christopher is written in bold capital letters across the inner side of my wrist. I shake my head, I don't think I'll be getting another tattoo for a while.

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