Tris' POV

I push my untouched food around my plate with my fork. Christina, Will and I sit in silence; I can't pull my thoughts away from Four for long enough to start a conversation. I can still feel the ghost of his kiss on my lips; what's happening to me? In Abnegation, intimacy in a public place was frowned upon. Kissing would be considered self-indulgent and unnecessary. The knot in my stomach tightens subconsciously. When did I lose my morals?

I look up to see Christina frowning at me with narrowed eyes.

"What?" I ask.

Christina raises an eyebrow. "What are you thinking about, Tris?"

I shake my head and lower my gaze back to my plate. "Nothing."

Will snorts. "Did you forget that you're talking to a Candor? You're a terrible liar, Tris."

"I was a Candor," Christina corrects him. She turns back to face me. "And anyway, what's bothering you? Maybe we could help."

I take a deep breath. "It's just that Four…"

Christina's expression softens. "It's ok, Tris. It's normal for a boy and a girl to kiss, you know."

I shake my head. "But in public?" I question. "My parents would be ashamed of me."

Will clears his throat. "Even though you were born in Abnegation, you're Dauntless now. You need to take this newly found freedom and embrace it."

I nod, feeling a little sheepish in doing so. "I'll never be able to leave Abnegation behind, will I?"

Will frowns. "Maybe someday you will," he says. "I think a part of me stayed in Erudite when I left."

I give him a small smile. Maybe I belong in Dauntless more than ever thought.

"Change of rules," Eric says. "The first five people to be fully 'exposed' are out."

My breath hitches slightly. Five? Five of us will be made factionless because of a game?

Eric's smirk widens to a grin. "Tris, Candor or Dauntless?"

I stiffen, my heart pounding in my chest. "Candor," I say.

Before Eric can respond, Four speaks up. "Don't you think Tris has been chosen enough. What are you trying to prove?"

Eric raises an eyebrow. "I might as well get the weak ones out first, don't you think?"

I clench my fists. Eric is trying to embarrass, ridicule me into giving up. He expects me to leave without a fight, to walk out of Dauntless willingly just because I came from Abnegation. But I won't let him; I'm going to fight to prove that I belong here.

"Why did you transfer to Dauntless?" Eric asks.

I clear my throat. "Abnegation believe in selflessness," I say, "and I'm too selfish to be who I want to be in a place where I don't really belong. I'm not honest enough to be Candor; I lie to easily." I give Christina a pointed look. "Erudite crave knowledge; curiosity is something that was frowned upon in Abnegation, yet I'm not smart enough to choose Erudite. I wouldn't belong in Amity; kindness isn't my strongest trait. Dauntless seemed like the best option for me to be who I really am."

Christina squeezes my hand in reassurance, and I give her a small smile. Eric glares at me, the rings in his eyebrow catch the light. After a few moments, he turns away from me, and the game continues.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see that the corner of Four's mouth is lifted in a smile.

Question: Should I continue the story after the game?

The game will be over in about 3/4 chapters.