Some ideas are mine. Other belong entirely to Veronica Roth.
I heard loud shouting and tables moving. Xander and Joseph were making their own table. Mel and Lily were laughing. Everyone looked happy. And here I was walking in with the pathetic group of transfers. Lily saw me and gestured for me to come over. I abandoned my group and waltzed across the floor, receiving looks from everyone. Boys in particular.
"How was seven minutes in heaven?" She asked, tapping the section of table next to her. I rolled my eyes and took a seat, facing the room. The transfers sat on the far end, and I'm grateful they didn't look too out of place. My eyes lingered on Nash a little too long as he took a spot next to the Candor boy whose name I still don't know.
"It wasn't heaven, that's for sure," I watched as Paige sat across from him. What a surprise. Haley took a seat next to her.
"I'm telling you, that boy is the hottest thing to come to Dauntless since your dad," I nearly spat out my drink at her comment. Good old Lily, talking about how hot my dad is. The sad thing was, everyone in Dauntless would agree.
"Really, Lil,"
"What? It's true," She took a bite of her burger.
"What do you mean by came?" I asked, grabbing a snack off the table. She snickered at my choice of words and I shoved her.
"He was a transfer," She suddenly caught my attention. A transfer?
"From where?" I asked, leaning towards her. She shrugged and adjusted her pony tail. Lily was very pretty. Lily was the kind of girl boys would kill to be with. She was curvy, unlike me. I was more athletic. She had these dark brown, almond eyes. She and I were both extremely attractive, but in different ways.
"I don't know. I don't think he's ever told anyone," I was intrigued by him. I wanted to learn more. I got up and dusted off invisible dust that was on me. "That's my girl," Lily spoke, as I decided to head over to the transfers.
They all looked at me as I took a seat next to Nash. "Nice of you to join us," He murmured, looking towards the door. I shook my head.
"I'm not a very nice person," I muttered back. I saw the side of his mouth move up.
All of the sudden, the room went quiet and all I heard was the tapping of clunky boots against the tiling. I knew who it was. Jackson. He walked in, sporting a black mohawk and numerous piercings in his lip and brow. Soft murmurs erupted into regular conversation as he made his way to our table.
Let's get one thing straight: I hate Jackson. He disgusts me. He's rude, cruel and takes exactly after his father. I still wonder what crazy bitch would want to get with Eric and create offspring. And the worst thing was, he had this crazy thing for me. It was exhausting. He thought that just because he was a young leader and he was all tough and shit that he could have anyone he wanted.
That was completely and utterly untrue.
He creeped towards our table and I noticed Nash tensing up. He wasn't scared of Jackson. I guess he just didn't like him.
"Nice group of transfers," Jackson slurred out. "Care to introduce me?"
Nash ran through everyone's name. I couldn't remember all of them, but the Candor boy is Ky and the Erudite boy that was staring at me on the train is Logan. Just as Nash was about to say my name, Jackson cut him off.
"Well, well, well," He said, making his way towards my side of the table. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he sat down right next to me. "I heard you're here because your parents wanted fair rankings," He smelled of gasoline and I remained silent, even when he decided to run his hand along my knee. Thank god no one was paying attention because I would have killed him then and there if they saw what he was doing to me. Nash was speaking with Ky and Paige was talking with Logan. Haley was no where to be found.
I felt Jackson's hot breath against my ear. I refused to be affected. Don't punch him. Don't kick him. Please don't kill him. "I know another way how you can improve your ranking," His whisper made me vomit in my mouth. His hand was making its way up my thigh.
"Not everyone need to sleep with someone to get what they want, Jackson," I sneered at him. Nash was looking at me. His gaze was focused on the side of my head as I stared forward, refusing to look at the creature next to me. Jackson laughed a little and finally got up, taking his clumsy hands with him.
"One day, it won't be a question," He threatened as he left the dining hall silently.