Four's POV

I stiffen as Peter turns towards me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. A part of me already knows what's about to happen, but I hope for the opposite. I can almost hear the thoughts and possibilities churning through his head as he stares at me, lost in his own thoughts. His smirk widens to a grin when my eyes meet his.

"Since you're a Dauntless prodigy, I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room."

My eyes widen to the size of saucers. I knew Peter was going to play dirty, yet his conceited personality never ceases to amaze me. I briefly weigh up my options. Somewhere deep inside, a spark of excitement overcomes me at the thought of kissing her. I consider the simple fact that my feelings towards her were influenced by our similar upbringing, though I'm certain hers was more joyous than mine.

The other option is to take off my shirt. I scold myself for not thinking to wear a jacket.

"You copied my dare!" Christina whines. Eric throws her a glare, which shuts her up almost instantly.

I snake my arm around Tris' waist and pull her body closer to mine. I caress her cheek with my free hand as I press my lips gently to hers. Our lips mould together in an age-old dance, our tongues tangling as our faces brush impossibly closer. I shiver as she runs her hand through my hair. I can feel the smile playing on her lips.

"Ew! Are you trying to swallow each other or something?" Peter snaps. Reluctantly, I pull away from Tris and smile in satisfaction at his expression. He scowls at me, his green eyes cold and his expression hard. It seems that things didn't go the way Peter had hoped.

"Ok then, Peter" I say, trying to hide my smirk. "You're not the only one playing dirty. Candor or Dauntless?"

"Candor," he says, confident.

Uriah points at him accusingly. "Pansycake!"

I smile. "Name every girl in this room that you would date."

Peter takes a deep breath. He looks down at his shirt, clearly considering his options. If he avoids the question, he will be the first to lose his shirt.

Peter glares at me, his cheeks crimson. "TrisandMarlene," he mumbles.

I raise an eyebrow at him. The game just got a lot more fun. "What was that, Peter? I didn't quite catch that."

He runs a shaky hand through his hair. "Tris and Marlene."

The colour drains from Tris' face and she clasps her hand over her mouth. I feel a sudden wave of jealousy. After everything he'd done, he liked Tris? After taunting her over and over again?

I try to hide the shock from my face. "Ok. Let's give someone else a go," I say. "Your turn, Eric.

A/N: Did I do justice to Four's POV? Let me know what you think.