Chapter 1:
Normal Pov
"Tyler, come on." I said in a bored drawl. I had received a phone call from the Principal last night. Tyler needed a tutor, and she had honorably suggested me. I couldn't say no of course. Not when she was speaking so highly to me and saying stuff like how she was going to recommend me to high officials if I excel and get him to pass.
"So, you came crawling back to me right beautiful?" Tyler said, standing up. He towered over me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. I glowered. "Ew. Get off younger."
"Your sparkly cast looks hot." Tyler said, smiling at me widely. I frowned. "I don't think that's funny. Come with me into the library room, and I'll show you what we'll be doing." I said, ignoring the cat calls from his male friends sitting at the table. Tyler shushed them, and then walked in step with me. When we exited the cafeteria, Tyler smirked at me. "So, what are we doing? Kissing? Touching? Putting the sofa in the back of the library to good use-!"
"You'll see big boy." I murmured, taking out the large binder in my purse. I closed the one hundred dollar purse and then stopped in front of the library door double doors. I smirked. Tyler had the door open wide. "Ladies first."
I walked inside, and strode over to the biggest table in the back of the room. Tyler followed me excitedly, grinning.
"Ooh Tyler. Your just going to burst when you see what I have for you." I murmured huskily, sitting down at the table. Tyler's breath hitched a little when he sat next to me. I held out my hand and put it on his shoulder, breathing in with a wide and sexy smile.
"Oh really. I think I have an idea of what it is." Tyler murmured, and with one hand, I lifted up the folder and smacked it onto the table hard, making him jump.
"Hey! Hey…" He frowned. With a laugh I took my hand off his shoulder and then looked downwards. I opened the folder and started taking out papers.
"What we will be doing is a tutoring session that will stretch over five weeks. One in the morning and one in the afternoon on Monday thru Friday. Both sessions per day will be during school. On weekday, we will be doing home visits. I'll come to you on weekends, we can always work out a time with your parents-!"
"Your sexy-!"
"I'm thorough. So anyway, let's make up a schedule. You are failing, and Mrs. Santoro wants you out of her school. I have nine weeks to get you high school ready little boy. Look at this study planner." I said, putting the day planner out of my purse and onto the table. Tyler scowled and leaned forward.
"We'll start next week, okay? Monday is science, Tuesday is history, Wednesday is language arts, Thursday is behavior, cycles, and social skills, and Friday is test day." I said, and Tyler bit his lip. "What? Test day? I'm getting a test?"
"Every Friday for the next nine weeks. And then you take your final exam. You also have homework." I said nicely. Tyler hissed in anger. "What?! And who gives you the right to quiz and test me-!"
"Mrs. Santoro. Our principal you dunce. Now please do us all a favor and shut up as I explain." I smiled. He smirked with a shrug. "Yeah, sure, why not?"
"Now listen, you want to pass this grade, correct bad little boy?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded excitedly. "Of course. If it means I get to go with you of course." He smiled. I shook my head with a frown. "No, sadly Tyler the pervert, I'm going to A.C.I.T. Not Buena Regional High School, you idiot. Now, if you don't mind." I started, looking pass him at the cute and lonely boy near the back, he was currently flipping through pages of his notebook. "I've got to go meet my friend." I said. I pushed the planner towards him and walked off towards my gothic friend. His name is Nathan. He's handsome and better then my lost puppy, who's right behind me. "That freak-!"
"Shut it right now freak." I snapped at him. I strode over to Nathan, and with a small chuckle, he looked up from his book. "Hearty handshake my friend?" He chuckled dryly. I giggled and let Nathan's large hand enclose around my small one. "So, what are you doing in the library?" I asked him, curious but also knowing exactly what he was doing here. "Let's take a seat little one." Nathan laughed. He put his notebook inside his black hoodie pocket, and the three of us moved over to the table Tyler and I had currently been sitting at.
"I'm Nathan." Nathan said heartily, holding out his hand to Tyler. I stared at Tyler softly as Tyler glowered at Nathan. "Nathan… What a stupid name."
"Tyler!" I snapped. He frowned heatedly. "What?!" He snapped. "Don't be such a jealous prick." I snapped. "Hey Nathan, you didn't answer me what you did."
"Oh, I wanted to get away from the lunch room. The noise and all the chatter was making me angry-!"
"Stupid-!"
"That's funny." I said with a smirk. "I very much try to resist the other happiness and useless chatter."
"Its nice to sit in miserable silence every once in a while. Well, miserability for others is happiness for both of us, I assume correctly?"
"You assumed wrong-!"
"Tyler! Nathan you assume right. Have you ever heard of the poem about the mockingbird who loved on the windowsill-!"
"Of the smart man who lived in fear of birds. He was a scientist and stubborn and funny as he tried to get it away."
"He invented a machine that, done correctly would issue a sharp stinging noise that only the bird would hear, that would scare it away-!"
"But it cracked his window and only caused him what was undeniably a hundred or so dollars in repairment. And when he opened the window to scare it away-!"
"It flew onto his spot!" We finished together, and we both laughed. Tyler looked absolutely hurt and astonished. "What…What the heck are you two talking about."
"The big bang theory television show!" Both Nathan and me announced. We both chuckled when Tyler fumed.
"Okay, okay. Jules and I have to go back to lunch now." Tyler said. He was biting his tongue hard.
"Well, we can always go, together." Nathan reached out and held a piece of my hair between his fingers, a smile on his face. He let his fingers stroked the softness of the long strands, as he dropped it. Tyler bit his lip hard, and when I turned lightly to see his face, a saw a small drop of blood gather on his lip. He hissed in pain. "Oh crap. Tyler your such a child. Sorry Nathan, I've got to go. I've got to tutor this idiot and his life is currently my responsibility." I said, I stood up and grabbed Tyler by the ear. He hissed in pain again.
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Beatrice/Tris Pov
"This is going to sound weird," Will says, "But I wish we didn't have a day off today." I nod. I know what he means. Having something to do would distract me, and I could use a distraction right now. I have not spent much time alone with Will, but Christina and All are taking naps in the dormitory, and neither of us wanted to be in that room longer than we had to. Will didn't tell me that; I just know. I slide one fingernail under another. I washed my hands thoroughly after cleaning up Edward's blood, but I still feel like it's on my hands. Will and I walk with no sense of purpose. There is nowhere to go. "We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?" It isn't funny. I know that as soon as he says it, but a laugh rises in my throat anyway, and I let it out because it's harder to keep it in. Will stares at me for a second, and then he laughs too. Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now. "Sorry," I say. "It's just so ridiculous."
I don't want to cry for Edward—at least not in the deep, personal way that you cry for a friend or loved one. I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it. No one who would want to punish Peter h as the authority to, and no one who has the authority to punish him would want t o. The Dauntless have rules against attacking someone like that, but with people like Eric in charge, I suspect those rules go unendorsed. I say, more seriously, "The most ridiculous part is, in any other faction it would be brave of us to tell someone what happened. But here…in Dauntless…bravery won't do us any good." "Have you ever read the faction manifestos?" says Will.
The faction manifestos were written after the factions formed. We learned about them in school, but I never read them. "You have?" I frown at him. Then I remember that Will once memorized a map of the city for fun, and I say. "Oh. Of course you have. Never mind."
"One of the lines I remember from the Dauntless manifesto is, 'We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another'.'" Will sighs. He doesn't need to say anything else. I know what he means. Maybe Dauntless was formed with good intentions, with the right ideals and the right goals. But it has strayed far from them. And the same is true of Erudite, I realize. A long time ago, Erudite pursued knowledge and ingenuity for the sake of doing good. Now they pursue knowledge and ingenuity with greedy hearts. I wonder if the other factions suffer from the same problem. I have not thought about it before. Despite the depravity I see in Dauntless, though, I could not leave it. It isn't only because the thought of living factionless, in complete isolation, sounds like a fate worse than death. It is because, in the brief moments that I have loved it here, I saw a f action worth saving. Maybe we can become brave and honorable again. "Let's go to the cafeteria," Will says, "and eat cake."
"Okay." I smile. As we walk toward the Pit, I repeat the line Will quoted to myself so I don't forget it.
I believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
It is a beautiful thought.
Later, when I return to the dormitory, Edward's bunk is stripped clean and his drawers are open, empty. Across the room, Myra's bunk looks the same way. When I ask Christina where they went, she says, "They quit."
"Even Myra?"
"She said she didn't want to be here without him. She was going to get cut anyway." She shrugs, like she can't think of anything else to do. If that's true, I know how she feels. "At least they didn't cut Al." All was supposed to get cut, but Edward's departure saved him. The Dauntless decided to spare him until the next stage. "Who else got cut?" I say. Christina shrugs again. "Two of the Dauntless-born. I don't remember their names." I nod and look at the blackboard. Someone drew a line through Edward and Myra's names, and changed the numbers next to everyone else's names. Now Peter is first. Juliunna is second, and Will is third is third.
I am fifth. We started stage one with nine initiates. Now we have eight. It's a shame.
"Tris!" I heard. Molly was smiling at me cruelly and wildly, waving her hand back and fourth.
"What?!" I snapped at her. She was standing against the wall in the hallway. She pointed down the hall at two figures at the base of the dark tunnel. When they came out, my eyes widened. Eric had his hand wrapped around Juliunna's wrist, dragging her along the wall.
"Juliunna!" I called out, and she looked up at me on impulse. Our eyes locked and within the next second, Eric tugged on her wrist hard and rough. She stumbled slightly but managed to hold her ground. She nodded at me, and then snapped something at Eric I couldn't hear. I walked forward a little, but then the hallway doors snapped open.
Juliunna looked up and squeaked, and people started to backward pedal, frightened at the people in the doorway on both sides. This doesn't seem good. They were all men. I could tell because they had the body figure of men. They were all dressed in the same silver and grey armor, with helmets. They were all in a line and looked to be in battle ready form. They were an army.
"Ugh…" Juliunna said as the leader in each line raised their long sword like axes. "Release the prisoner." The one in front commanded.
"Oh no! Mixed dreaming." Juliunna said when Eric released her arm. They strode forward and one grabbed her arm, and then started guiding her out the door. We are Dauntless. We should fight. We stand for bravery! But then again, we don't have to be Erudite to know that fighting the hundreds of guards on either side would be pointless and only result in causalities.
"Are we going into space now?" Juliunna asked the one next to her as they marched her into the hall. "Yes." The man she had asked replied coolly, and then the doors were shut, disappearing in one solid march, the soldiers on either side marched off. When the doors were shut, Will finally spoke.
"What… Just… Happened?"
Ending it with a cliffy and a possible story combination of a well known fanfiction inspiration.
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