Tris' POV

Peter lazily glances around the room. After a few moments, he says, "Will, Candor or Dauntless?"

Will glares at him. "Dauntless," he says.

Peter smirks. "I dare you to punch Christina," he pauses, thoughtfully. "Around the jaw, using your full strength."

Will's eyes widen to the size of saucers. He throws Peter a horrified glance. "You're sick," he says. "No way am I doing that."

Christina clears her throat. "Will, it's ok," she whispers. "Do it."

Will's lips part in surprise and he shakes his head violently. His fingers fumble with the loose fabric of his shirt as he tries to pull it over his head. Christina places her hand gently on his.

"Look, it's ok. You have to do a dare at some point, or you'll get cut," she says. "I'll make him pay, trust me." Christina glares daggers at Peter, who sits beside Marlene, his expression smug. A deep crease appears between Will's eyebrows as he frowns at Christina.

"I'll never understand girls," he mumbles to himself. He turns in his chair so that he's directly facing Christina. She gives him a small, reassuring smile.

"Do it," she orders, closing her eyes, bracing herself. Will takes a deep breath, and leans towards her. He presses his lips gently to hers.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. Will draws back his fist and releases it quickly, like a tightly coiled spring. I bury my head further into Four's chest; I can't watch this. I hear Christina gasp sharply as Will's fist connects with her jaw, and then there's silence.

I look up to see Christina in Will's embrace, her eyes closed, breathing regularly. Will's expression is pained, almost regretful. I turn to Four. His lips are pressed tightly together and his expression is hard. I look down at my hands.

"Eric," Will spits. "Candor or Dauntless?"

Eric raises an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Will nods. "I, um, I dare you to…" He trails off, his gaze drifting back to the unconscious girl in his arms. After a few moments of silence, he says, "I dare you to kiss all the girls that you'd date."

Eric wrinkles his nose in disgust. He unzips his jacket, a deep crease between his eyebrows. Uriah points at him accusingly. "PANSYCAKE!"

Eric's head snaps up. He glares at Uriah, the fire behind his eyes burning brighter than ever. "What did you say, initiate?"

I shudder. His voice was quiet, too quiet. It was almost intimidating, daring, like he was giving him a chance to change what he'd said.

Uriah juts his chin out defiantly. "I said… Pansycake."

Marlene presses her lips together and Al chuckles quietly. Eric's expression hardens. He zips up his jacket and rises slowly from his seat. He walks towards… me? I shuffle further into Four's lap, horrified. Four's arms tighten around me like a cage, protecting me from the monster stalking towards me.

Eric pauses, and takes a deep breath. He leans towards me, his gaze drifting to my lips. My breath hitches slightly. No no no no no no no no no no, I beg, not me!

I close my eyes and hold my breath, bracing myself. My stomach twists violently and a sudden wave of nausea overcomes me. Why me?

A/N: Ew, Eric likes Tris? Who else does he like?

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