Thanks for the reviews guys! Reviews are like a writer's drugs. Damn it I'm not promoting drugs. I have every aspect of this 'awful thing' I talk about so often planned right out and it also ties in very nicely to everything, not at all like I'm just doing this one chapter at a time. That wasn't meant to sound sarcastic. –Flucy

DISCLAIMER: I am not Veronica Roth. I am simply borrowing her characters

Tris's P.O.V

"Today, initiates, we will be working with guns," Four yells to the sixteen year olds trailing behind us as the instructors charge on ahead. The initiates all turned up on time, obviously not wanting a repeat of yesterday's events. We had finished marking and dismissed the initiates at around six o'clock last night, and had everyone ranked in time for dinner. From what I remember, Mekhi was first, multiple Dauntless-borns were taking up the next couple of ranks along with Jacob, who really seems to fit into Dauntless. Jacob reminds me of both Edward and Zeke combined. He has a side of Edward that makes him very serious, and I think his much weaker girlfriend followed him here, whilst he is also very cheerful, much like Zeke. Margot, Kate, Clark (a boy with a personality like Will but very different appearance) are all slotted safely into the middle of the ranks, with Kate and Mitch just a bit higher. Tia has secured herself into Dauntless, if we cut based on these rankings, though not too safe. Tiff is doing surprisingly well, for someone that looks like a bit of a ditz, but it's stereotypical of me to think like this about people. Nobody would guess that I came first in my initiation.

Uriah didn't turn up this morning. We waited for five minutes for him to turn up in the Pit, but he didn't arrive so we just left. Christina still hasn't figured out where she recognizes Margot from, and I still haven't learned the names of any Dauntless-borns. Four doesn't seem too fazed by any of this, although in fairness, he has done it before, but he is keeping a close eye on Mitch and his gang of cronies. I would be watching them as well, but I haven't exactly been paying attention to current affairs very well. And I still haven't asked Christina about her and Will.

Most of the dust has cleared away from the knives area, but we still leave tracks in the floor as we walk over to the guns table. I'm walking conspicuously close to Four and I graze my knuckles against his hand and flinch away, walking off to join Christina, who is lagging behind slightly.

"Seeing you trying to keep your hands off Four is actually hilarious," she whispers, and I elbow her in the ribs, making her jump back a little.

"Was that necessary?" She complains, rubbing the affected area.

"Yes," I state simply. "Yes, that was very necessary."

"Nice grammar."

"Thank you."

We reach the guns table and start to set up the guns, whilst Tobias goes through a few things.

"As I previously mentioned, today you will be working with guns." I pass Four a gun and he quietly thanks me. He takes the gun into one hand and fires three bullets into the target, all of them hitting the centre. The initiates are awe-struck. Mitch doesn't look impressed, however.

"Four, why do you always do the demonstrations?" Mitch asks, smirking. Christina and I walk over to Four's side upon hearing this with our eyebrows raised, Lynn close behind us. I hadn't noticed Lynn today, and I feel a guilty weight drop in my stomach. I don't even pay attention to my friends anymore.

"What makes you think you can ask?" He retorts, walking up to him.

"We have five instructors, one of them isn't here and the girls never do anything. Come one scar-face, show us what you got," he replies, not bothered by Four's close proximity or the breaths on his face. I don't know who he is referring to, until Four turns around to look at me. I sneer.

"Well, seen as you think you're so superior to us," I snap, snatching up a gun, walking towards the boy, "I think you should show us how it is done first." I thrust the gun into his fumbling hands and shove him towards the firing range. He immediately pales and slowly stumbles towards the targets.

"Today, initiate," Four reminds, causing Mitch to fall forward a bit and quicken his pace. Lynn scoffs. He shakes as he tries to get the gun as far away from him as possible. I stand and observe closely to put him off. He fires the gun and the rebound causes the gun to fly back into his face and he almost falls over, if it weren't for me shoving him forwards. The bullet missed the target.

"Great, you annoyed your attacker," I spit, pulling the gun out of his wavering grasp. I pass the gun to Lynn, and give another gun to Christina and I also pick up a gun, before we fire all of our bullets into the target in rapid succession. Lynn and Christina went for the centre of the target each time but I alternated between head shots, centre target and other fatal places, just to impress everyone, give the rest of the initiates the impression that I'm really tough. We turn back around and place our guns on the table, managing to do it in time, too.

Christina looks incredibly intimidating with her jaw set and steely eyes groping for any hint of doubt among the initiates. Lynn doesn't need to try especially hard to scare the living daylights out of them. None of the initiates have anything to say and Mitch has shrunk back into the safety of his minions. Some of the Dauntless-borns are stifling laughter and cheers. Mekhi is staring at me with a look on his face of just pure proudness. I don't know what he has to be proud of. It isn't like he owns me. I look away.

"Happy now?" I smile a grim simper and carry on setting up guns. Four continues with his demonstration until we finish. He yells at them all to get going and we make a little huddle. Uriah is still not here.

"What a pansycake, huh?" Christina says, giggling quietly.

"Uriah has rubbed off on you," Four complains, stifling laughter

"Speak of the devil."

We all turn to face the door and Uriah runs at us, pulling a shirt on over his bare chest. We were the only ones who had noticed his arrival until the door slammed behind him, creating a loud booming echo to reverberate around the room. Still shirtless, Uriah froze, cringing. All eyes on him, Uriah hesitated before clearing his throat and standing upright, almost as if nothing was strange about this occurence. Uriah takes off what little shirt he had on and grasps it tightly into a ball, furrowing it into a small clothed bundle. Some of the girls are staring at his abs, but he doesn't complain.

"Back to work everyone!" Uriah yells and walked towards us slowly, watching the initiates turning around and going back to their guns. When all of the initiates have turned away, he buries his head into his shirt and laughs, before slipping his black top on.

"Where were you?" Four asks, biting his lip, running a hand through his short hair. Uriah looks down.

"They needed me at the control room," he stutters, flushing a deep shade of crimson.

"He's lying," Christina points out. Uriah looks up at her and tilts his head to the side, before remembering that she was originally from Candor.

"And what would you be doing shirtless in the control room?" I grin, chuckling lightly. Lynn sniggers.

"Yeah, Uriah. What were you doing without your clothes on, alone in the control room?" Lynn teases, raising an eyebrow.

He opens his mouth but can't seem to form any words.

"I wouldn't have been alone if I was actually in the control room," he mumbles. "Zeke would've been there." His point doesn't really help his case.

"Where were you, Uriah?" says Four, putting on his stern face.

"I slept through my alarm," he reasons, looking at his feet.

"And why was that?"

"I got hammered last night at Zeke's. We were doing shots."

I roll my eyes. "You're as bad as the initiates," I mock, knowing the shame that he must be feeling. His eyes widen in alarm and Christina chortles.

"Relax, Uriah," she comforted, putting a hand on his shoulder, "you aren't that bad."

Uriah smiles a little.

"But still pretty bad."

Uriah smiles are broad smile, obviously jokingly fake. "Boy, am I glad to have friends as great as you!"

"You should be grateful," Lynn says, nodding modestly. Conversation quickly dies out and we decide to help out the initiates with their aim. Most of them seem to have the hand of it, but I correct several initiates' stance and aim, before realising Mitch is doing terrible. Hesitantly, I bite my lip and stride towards him. I can tell he's seen me in his peripheral vision by the uncomfortably shuffling of his feet. I come and watch for a moment, studying everything about him. He has awful aim and his feet are too close together.

"Mitch."

He doesn't look at me.

"Mitch, look at me."

He smiles smugly. "But, Six, I don't want to. That hideous face of yours offends me." Everyone stops what they're doing and listen in. Four starts to walk towards me but Christina holds him back. I grin a little.

"What? What's so funny?" Mitch asks, slightly panicked. I hadn't realised I was still smiling. I better find a cover story and fast. It's a good thing Mitch is Erudite and can't tell when I'm lying.

"You."

"Wait, what about me is so funny?"

"Oh, just your insolence, your idiocy, your obliviousness." I get really close to his face, to put him off. I hate being this cruel. It isn't like me at all. But I'm not me, I'm Six, cruel Dauntless instructor with a passion of being rude and disrespectful. I pull my hand back and smack him around the back of the ear. He looks startled and stumbles around for a bit before rubbing his head.

"Oblivious to what?" He mutters.

I chuckle sadistically. "Oblivious to the pain I'm willing to inflict upon you. Now get back to work!"

The initiates turn back to their own targets and I go over to Uriah who is fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt, grinning. He sees me and jogs over to me, smacking me on the back.

"Nice on you, Six."

"Thanks.

"People are still staring at you and not working," he points out, nodding to over my shoulder. I shrug.

"I know. They better get used to me being tougher than I look, and if them staring will make it happen, that's fine by me."

This time its Uriah's turn to shrug, before he jogs over to an initiate asking for help. I slowly turn around to face the targets again, taking my time with every action. Instead of helping, I just watch. The majority of them are alright with the guns, Mekhi excelling along with a girl next to him, I think is called Janet. Only a couple of them are truly awful, like Tia and another skinny Dauntless-born boy who quakes with fear everyone time a shot rings out. I don't know how long I watch them for, but after a while, Four yells out for our lunch break and everyone disperses. Lynn, Christina, Uriah, Four and I meet at the table we sat at yesterday and decide to organise some events, planning out our timetables more.

"So tomorrow is the first day of fighting," Four states, still in instructor mode, addressing us all with a stern tone. "We won't do fights on the first day, perhaps the second day, although we, us trainers, will spar on the first day to show them how it's done."

"I call dibs on battering Lynn!" Calls out Uriah instantly, making Lynn roll her eyes and Christina laugh. I snicker a bit too.

"Well," I add, "why don't we let the initiates choose who fights who so we don't have a repeat of today's events."

"Ooh, I like that idea," Christina comments, rapidly nodding her head in approval.

"Then let's do that."

"When are we going to do capture the flag?" Uriah blurts out into the silence, and we all look at him. He raises a good point.

"Can we do it tomorrow night?" Lynn asks us all, though mainly Four. He still has authority over all of us, in our eyes.

"I see no harm in doing that," smiles Tobias, biting his lip to keep his grin from spreading further, his instructor instincts fading a little. I weakly smile, rubbing his arm affectionately. He looks at me and returns the gesture.

"Well, you know where I'm going to be," concludes Uriah, clapping his hands together and winking at us. He gets up and pushes his chair under the table.

"Anyone coming?"

"Me."

"Me too."

I look to Tobias then back at the two girls and Uriah who are now stood up. "I think we're going to catch up later," I admit and Tobias hums in agreement.

Christina winks and together they stroll off, but Christina stops and turns around at the door. "Don't forget to use protection!" She yells at us, and both Tobias and I flush a shade of scarlet. Lynn and Uriah laugh and they run out of the room. I bury my head in Four's collarbone and he runs a hand through my hair before I start to chuckle. He sighs and puts his face into my shoulder, breathing in my scent. I pull away and press my lips to his, running my hand up his spine to his hair, tugging my fingertips through his shortly cropped hair. I feel him shiver under my touch and I deepen the kiss. His hand works its way to my waist and I tremble a bit, before pushing my fear, which I'm yet to conquer, away. He tugs me onto his lap and I straddle him on the table, still kissing him, letting his tongue explore my mouth. Suddenly, I open my eyes and pull away too quickly and Tobias's eyes widen in horror.

"What have I done? I'm sorry if I-."

I briefly kiss Tobias on the lips again to shut him up, and it works, though he still looks worried. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing but it doesn't work and I let out a happy pant of amusement.

"You didn't do anything wrong," I reassure him. I roll off his legs and hop off the table, still leaning on his chest. I sling my arm around his neck and place my other hand on his chest.

"Then why did you pull away so suddenly?" Tobias whispers, voice thick with hurt, his head bowed and lips grazing mine with every word. I giggle and then jump back again, turning in the air and walking away. I just get a glimpse of a distraught Tobias and him leaping off the table to catch up with me.

"Because I'm hungry!" I exclaim, my arms gesturing to the heavens, not looking back and still walking towards the door. I throw my head over my shoulder and see Tobias's incredulous expression, raised eyebrows, jaw dropped.

"You can't be serious right now," he mutters, running up to me.

"Oh I never joke about food."

I catch a look at myself in the reflection of the training room window and see a dust tainted girl staring back at me. I fix my hair and straighten my shirt, Tobias next to me doing the same.

From there, we walk to the dining hall in a comfortable silence.

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Most people are already tucking into their meal by the time we arrive, lips swollen, hair messed up. It's times like these I am glad to have short hair; most people can't tell when you've actually done your hair or not. We slide into our seats. I sit next to Four and Christina, opposite is Lynn and Zeke is in front of Four, all of them eating burgers.

"So, Zeke," Four starts, gaining the attention of the older Pedrad, "we were wondering if you wanted to join us on our game of capture the flag tomorrow night?"

By the time Four has got all the words out of his mouth, Zeke already has a huge grin stretching the width of his face, teeth gleaming in the dull light. "Hell yes, dude!" He shouts, completely forgetting we are instructors. Most of the initiates stop what they are doing to look at us in confusion. He raises his hand for a high five, and without thinking, I whoop and smack my hand against his, earning a glare from Four. I pull a face at him and roll my eyes, shrinking back into the bench. I have a good feeling about this.

I could have gone on and on and on but I just needed to upload something because I haven't written in a while, I just applied for a paper round and my birthday was yesterday so I've been abnormally busy but to compensate:

I wanted to know your opinion on me starting a new fanfiction about the Divergent characters in a modern day, high school scenario. I know that it is totally overused and could be awful, but a lot of these fanfics are based in America, so I'm putting mine in a very typical British boarding/high school and wanted your thoughts sooooooo yeah.

REVIEW WHETHER I SHOULD DO A HIGH SCHOOL OR BOARDING SCHOOL PLEASE!

LEMME KNOW!

-Flucy