Tris' POV

An hour later...

Eric storms into the room, his face flushed and his expression hard. He pauses in front of Four, throwing him an exasperated glare before heading towards the score board. He wipes the board clean and turns to face us.

"Change of rules," he spits. "If you pick truth, you don't have to stand in front of the target."

I frown. Eric isn't the kind of person to make the game easier; he mustn't have any other choice.

"It has been… brought to my attention by multiple people," he pauses, throwing a glare at Uriah, "that if we play the game, we must stick to the traditional rules. If you refuse the truth or dare given to you, you must… remove an item of clothing."

I stiffen. What kind of game is this?

"Ooh, things are about to get steamy," Christina whispers. My frown deepens.

"At the end of the game, Four and I will decide who's cut based on your decisions throughout."

"What happens when we're down to… our underwear?" Peter asks, uncertain.

Eric wrinkles his nose, causing the metal hoop to glisten in the light. "What do you think happens?"

The initiates whisper to one another, followed by quiet laughter.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get into your teams!" Eric barks. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I stand and walk towards Four. He glares at Eric, his eyes wide and his lips pressed into a line. It's clear that the idea of undressing isn't appealing to him.

"My team starts," Eric says. "Uriah, you go first."

A grin spreads widely across Uriah's face. "Christina, Candor or Dauntless?"

"What?" Christina asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Just answer the question."

Christina rolls her eyes. "Fine. Candor."

"Pansycake," Uriah mumbles, frowning. "Who do you have a crush on?"

Christina's cheeks redden. I nudge her with my elbow. "Just tell him you like him," I whisper to her. "It's easier than taking off your clothes."

She nods. "I, um, Will," she mumbles.

Will's eyes widen in shock. Was he really that oblivious to Christina's feelings?

"Ok, my turn," Christina says, happy to change the subject. She briefly glances at the other team before reaching her decision. "Peter. Candor or Dauntless?"

Peter's head snaps up. He throws her a glare before answering, "Dauntless. Unlike you, I actually belong here."

Christina smiles wickedly. "Ok, if you're so Dauntless, prove it. I dare you to kiss every girl in the room that you'd date."

Peters eyes widen. "That has nothing to do with being Dauntless," he spits.

Christina raises an eyebrow at him. "What's the matter, Peter? Are you scared?"

Peter presses his lips together. "I'm not doing it, Candor." He shrugs out of his jacket and drops it on the floor beside him.

"Stiff. Candor or Dauntless?"

"Candor," I say, my voice calm.

Peter smirks at me. "What was your aptitude test result?"

My stomach twists violently. Tori warned me never to tell anyone that I'm Divergent. But if I don't answer the question, it will make the leaders more suspicious of me than they already are. I frown.

"Initiates are not permitted to share their results under any circumstances," Four says. "Choose someone else, Peter."

Peter's expression darkens. "Ok then, Four. Candor or Dauntless?"

Four stiffens. "Dauntless," he says.

Peter looks thoughtful. "Since you're a Dauntless prodigy, I dare you to…"