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Chapter Twenty
A cruel smirk is plastered on my lips as I slowly creep up to Chrissy. Hands held out, I swivel my head to check for others.
Earlier, I had woken the other initiates, a show of 'kindness' on my part. Well, I just wanted them out the way to be honest.
When I see none, I loom over her bed. Stretching out, I frantically tickle Chris until she is screaming with laughter. Choking between her tears, she starts to gasp at me.
"T-T-Tris… s-stop this… n-now!"
"Oh, but why my dear Christina?" I ask sweetly, still torturing her.
"P-please?"
Unable to stand her puppy eyes, I give in. She heaves herself off her bed, heaving in deep breathes.
"You're such a meanie," she grumbles.
"Aww, I'm sorry, was the big bad Tris being nasty?" I mock her, smiling.
She merely rolls her eyes and starts to get ready.
As we approach the fear room, bounce enters my step and a beam is on my face.
"Stop acting so damn cheerful, it's depressing!" Chris mutters.
I don't reply, simply beaming larger. A friendly mock, you could call this.
"Hey, you're not the one who has to face her fears!" she exclaimed.
"Oh? She doesn't have to face her fears? What is this?"
The annoying voice of Peter enters our conversation as we turn to see his visage. A haughty smirk is curled on his lips, cocky eyebrow raised. The perfect picture of arrogance.
"Whatever, it's not like we're going to tell you," Chrissy huffed.
"Christina," I inject smoothly, "I can fight my own battles, thank you."
She turns bright red, mumbling about 'didn't mean it that way' and 'embarrassing friends'. I just laugh, causing her to turn an even darker shade of tomato – which, of course, makes me laugh harder.
"Well, St- uh, aren't you going to tell me?"
He almost slipped. Shame, it would have given me a reason to beat him up.
"Oh? And why would I need to do that?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't you?" he leans closer to me, "do you have… something to hide?"
I shrug, unfazed, "Everyone does. Just like you're afraid of… what was it again?"
It's his turn to be a cherry scarlet.
"You know nothing, so shut it!" he snarls at me.
"And neither do you, so do try not to be a hypocrite. But I think you'll find out that I know much more than you think."
I am lying, of course. I just happened to hit the jackpot. Well, a person like Peter would be embarrassed about having fears, wouldn't they?
Everyone is done with their tests. Four didn't even bother to call me in, just carried on to the next person. I can feel peter staring at me incredulously.
"What is it that makes you have such special treatment?" he eventually snapped.
"Maybe it's just that I'm so much better than you?" I smirk.
"Fat chance," he snorted at my question.
I smile knowingly and proceed to drag Chris out of the room for lunch.
"I'm hungry!" I moan, pulling on her arm.
She huffs, but hurried up, jogging alongside me. In the recesses of my mind, I celebrate a silent victory.
Grabbing some random food (and of course, a muffin), we collapse beside Uriah and co.
"Why are you so tired?" Lynn stared at me.
"It's so boring, just sitting there!" I moan.
"Better than actually doing it though," she pointed out quietly.
Wait, quietly? Is that right? The great, almighty Lynn was quiet? A day I never knew would come has arrived, ladies and gentlemen!
"Let's go shopping! We have the whole afternoon to ourselves!" Christina squealed.
And that's how I found myself trying on clothes. It was almost like Chris had teleported us there! One second we were at lunch, the next, we're here! It's an ancient mystery…
So far, she had picked me out a cute denim jacket that cut off at my belly button with long sleeves, medium sized booty shorts, some black flats and a plain black top under it all. Quite simple- different to what Chrissy usually insists I wear.
"Oh My God! You look fabulouso!" she screamed in my ear.
I wince, hands over ears. She was so goddamn loud sometimes!
"Chrissy, too loud… I think you deafened me…"
"But you look so good!"
I give in to the raging tempest of Christina and buy the clothes, costing me 15 points. I mentally wince at the price – how is it that everything Chris finds is so expensive? But I must admit, it looks good.
"So, Chrissy, what do we do now?" I question her.
"Umm, we could get our nails done?" she suggests, pointing hopefully towards said shop.
"No thanks… Can we get another tattoo?" I ask, "I have an idea for one."
"Sure! Will you tell me?"
"No, nope and no."
"Spoilsport!" she pouts.
"Hey, Tris, here for another tattoo?" Tori greets me.
"Got it in one," I smile softly.
"Well then, come on in!"
She gestures towards the room I know, and we head in.
"Tori, can I borrow a pencil and paper? I want to show you what I want."
"Sure thing, girl."
With pencil and pad in hand, I start to draw. Twisting and turning the paper, I hear Tori gasp at what I draw. It is a beautiful feather which will curl around my elbow, dissolving into a flock of birds at the tip. Beautiful.
"Wow, Tris, you have an art there," she murmurs lowly.
"It's nothing, really."
Half an hour later, we are done. I am beaming at my new design, taking in the swirls of the ink. I love tattoos. They make me feel so free – like I can do anything I want, anything whatsoever.
Walking out, I don't bother to flatten the smile.
"Tris, what's up!" Chris smiles.
She's gotten another piercing, I see. This one is on her belly button, a small diamond that glitters in the light.
"Chrissy, that's cute!"
"OH MY GOD! Oh my God! The great Tris, the High Tris, said that my belly button piercing was CUTE!"
Overreacting, much?
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SMILEY FACES RULE THE WORLD!
SORRY,
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