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A/N I've decided to upload a few more chapters before I get into realising one each week. Tris is introduced in this chapter. Enjoy!

Tobias POV

Chapter 3

I wake up sprawled across the floor by my bed. Slowly getting up, leaning on the side of my bed, as I access my situation.

My neck aches, although that could just be because of the fact that I slept in an awkward position on the floor.

I decide to get up, realising that the small pain on my shoulder is nothing compared to what usually happens.

And that's where I was mistaken.

I grab a fistful of the side of my bed in order to get up and that's when a sharp throb spreads all over my back, before I even look I already know there are skin wounds all over my back, courtesy of Marcus.

Thankfully Marcus seems to have enough sense, as there seems to be no visible wounds or bruises that can't be covered up by everyday wear.

Slowly propping myself up on my bed, I trudge towards the bathroom and let the warm water from the shower work its way onto my back and ease my wounds as well as relaxing my aching muscles.

I drag myself out of the shower and make it back to my room grabbing all the essentials for today and rushing out of the house, for fitting breakfast seeing as I was already late.

I familiarise myself with the directions to Amar's gym and make my way over there.

I enter through the doorway as I am greeted by the receptionist, as she tells me Amar will be with me shortly and to feel free and use the equipment in the meantime.

I make my way over to the punching bags, as I get into the right stance and stare at the black bag, dangling above me.

I feel the adrenaline run through my veins, as well as all the pent up anger I had inside me, rushing through my bloodstream. Everyone had anger inside them, but it doesn't mean you should take it out on others, on your own child.

My thoughts come to Marcus, the man who ruined my childhood, the man who took a beautiful family and tore it apart, a fraud, a liar, a cheater, a man who doesn't deserve any title whatsoever.

He made his life horrible.

My knuckles connect with the bag at a great force, pushing the bag back and slamming it against the wall as it swings back towards me.

But

My other hard lurching out and hitting the bag, as the feeling of a small stinging sensation on my knuckles can be felt.

I

The image of my mother in my head, everything I had with her, every memory was gone because of him. A punch.

Payed

Having to stay inside all the time, my childhood, being confined to the very house I could never seem to escape no matter how much I wanted to. Another punch.

The

Always having to be cautious, fearing what would happen if I ever stepped out of line. Living a pre-programmed life. My fist slams into the bag on last time, as the rush of adrenaline I had previously felt dies down.

Price

I grasp the bag to prevent it from swaying and inspect my hands, due to not wearing any wrap my knuckles are slightly bruised as well as the exception of a few being split.

A hand comes up and places itself onto my shoulder, I look back to see the familiar face of Amar. He examines my knuckles, pursing his lips slightly, and then speaking "Go wash them and then come to my office."

And so I do so. I quickly rinse them off and walk over to Amar's office.

It's a reasonably sized room, a sturdy timber desk is placed in the middle of the room, with a few neat stacks of paper and a laptop on it. There's a small window on the right-hand side of the room, illuminating the room, giving it a nice soft touch.

I take the chair on the other side of the desk from Amar and sit down.

"I think you'd be good for this position," Amar starts "I've seen you in action back in high school and you just got better, I could use someone with your expertise, it was between you and some guy called Edward, of course, he never stood a chance, not against you."

I release a small chuckle and so does Amar.

"Thank you for this," I mention

Amar smiles "No problem Four, now let's move onto the working hours and your-"

The sound of my phone ringing cuts Amar off, as I quickly mumble an apology and grab my phone out. Seeing as the caller ID is Zeke, I decline the call and smile sheepishly at Amar.

He just chuckles and resumes " As I was saying We'll talk about your working hours and pay. So for this job-"

For the second time in the last minute, Amar was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing, thanks to Zeke again.

I huff out of frustration as I go to decline it.

"Pick it up, Four" He urges.

I nod and press accept.

"Four," Zeke's voice yells.

I cringe at the volume at his voice.

"What do you want " I hiss "I'm at a job interview and you're making me look bad"

"That's not a very nice way to treat me, you know I'm doing you a big favour right now," Zeke says and I can hear the pout through his voice. He may be my best friend but sometimes I think he just needs a punch to the head or a slap on the face.

As if someone could hear my thoughts I hear the sound of something hitting skin and Zeke yell in protest, "Get to the point" A background voice says on Zeke's side says, a female, but not Shauna.

"Fine" Zeke mumbles "Four my boss wanted to know if you wanted a job here" He finishes putting emphasis on the word 'boss' as if he was talking to her. That was probably the female voice.

I take a moment to process what's happening, I've got a job, well a temporary job or I could risk losing the job and go for a good job.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snaps me out of my trance, "Listen man, if you want to come, the interview is at 2 pm at Dauntless Headquarters, i'll see you later" Zeke says and then hangs up.

I put down my phone and look up to see a smirking Amar.

"So, a job at Dauntless" He questions.

"I..uh, well, I don't know if I'll.." I sigh, not wanting to risk losing this job if I don't get the one at Dauntless.

As if Amar could see the tension radiating off me he clears his throat "How about this, you go to the interview if you get the job you go there, and if you don't, you can take this job"

I smile gratefully and thank Amar.

"Dauntless is a great place, I have family who work there and I'm sure you'll get the job, don't stress about it Four" Amar concludes.

I nod and head home, getting prepared for the interview.

After going home, changing into something more suitable for work and getting my resume, I head to Dauntless headquarters in town.

The building's hard to miss.

It's at least a 40 floored building that's made out of tinted black glass, and although it's surrounded by other buildings, it stands out.

I enter through the main doors and walk over to the receptionist. A woman who looks about the same age as me, maybe a bit younger. She has tanned skin and chocolate brown hair that is slightly darker than Shauna's. She smiles at me with a welcoming smile, one that may be a bit too welcoming for my liking, she introduces herself as Nita

Nita says that she'll call Zeke down soon so I can get to my interview.

I take a seat on one of the chairs and look around the place, it's got sort of a chic style, one that is comfortable as well as classy, and although the windows are tinted black, you do get a good amount of daylight inside.

"Four"

I turn to see both Shauna and Zeke stepping out of the elevator. I get up and walk towards them, going back into the elevator as Zeke presses a button.

"Ready for the interview?" Zeke ask.

I nod, unable to do anything else.

"Don't be nervous" Shauna states "You'll be interviewed by Tris, she's really nice unless you get on her bad side."

"Oh, oh, Shauna tell him why Al left" Zeke reasons.

Shauna seems to ponder on this and then nods her head, "fine, but if Tris gets mad, it was your fault."

Zeke pouts but nods nevertheless and waits for Shauna to tell the story.

The elevator stops at the thirty-ninth floor and we all get off as Shauna begins, "So Al's the guy who quit and the person who's spot you're interviewing for," she pauses as I nod " Well he asked Tris if she'd go out with him, she declined politely and the next day he quit, I mean...how awkward is that?"

At this, all three of us laugh.

After recovering my breath I turn to see a petite woman walking towards us, from the way she's walking, I can tell she is confident, but not arrogant. She has wavy blonde hair that falls a dozen centimetres past her shoulders. Her eyes are a piercing grey-blue colour reminding me of a storm, and for some reason, I can't seem to take my eyes off them, it's as if there is something enchanting about them.

She reaches Zeke, Shauna and I and then smiles as Shauna mumbles "Speak of the devil," loud enough for all of us to hear.

The woman smiles, "I'm flattered you guys were talking about me, although if it was something bad, I blame it on Zeke" She states, electing a laugh out of all of us.

She then proceeds to look at me, extending her hand.

"Hi, I'm Tris."

A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review if you like it, some rest of the gang will appear in the next chapter.