Chapter 2

Hallo there, guys! This is chapter two of me Peter and Tris fanfiction and includes the big battle. It is a pretty short chapter but yeah. I had fun writing this because it was humorous but I didn't want to use loads of adjectives so the main fight wasn't that long. Most of it is in the POV of Peter but I struggled with this because I'm not really sure how he acts and what goes through his mind around Tris but I tried my best and I hope it was good enough. A comment is always appreciated as it encourages me to carry on with my story! Disclaimer: / I do not own any of these characters or plot; all of this belongs to Veronica Roth

Tris. She would always down his worries away. Of course, she didn't love him back; she couldn't. This was mainly because he would torment her. Show her how much he hated her but really, he hated the fact that he couldn't have her; he had to push her away and hate her because he felt as if this was the only way.

Peter looked forwards to the millions of dauntless staring at him as he walked. Tris was already up on the battle square and was leaning on one foot patiently. He gulped and started walking through the crowd. Some whispered good luck as he went but all he could hear was a loud ringing noise in his ear. The training room was dim with only a small lamp light in the background of it and no internal heating meaning it was cold. Peter was wearing short sleeves and could feel himself shuddering. He wondered if Tris was cold. She too was wearing a short sleeved top and was trying to pull down the sleeves to cover more of her shivering skin.

Peter POV

I finally jumped onto the platform opposite to Tris. Her beautiful eyes stared at me in a terrified sort of way and I looked back with a smirk. I wanted her to loose but she would have a bigger chance of winning if she got angry. Her hair was tied back in a high pony but wisps of it was already coming out and stuck to her sweaty cheek.

We started circling each other. The blue of her eyes shrunk back, replacing her pupils which were now wider with fear. After a circling round a couple of times, Tris stepped forward and kicked me in the stomach. I faced the impact and kneeled down to the pain. It shot through my whole body and I clamped my mouth shut in pain. She was now at me again, trying to kick me but I ducked and grabbed hold of her leg, swinging her to the ground. Her wincing made me shudder as she limped back up again. Her eyes weren't even watering; in fact, they were angry. I snarled at how fine she looked.

"Hey, Stiff, you don't look too good." I lied, trying to make her gain confidence. Then I paused; I shouldn't be helping her. I want to win after all. She laughed coldly and threw herself at me, knocking her and me over to the ground. I shrank back to the ground with her on top of me; it didn't even hurt. Tris is too light for it to hurt. I laughed back from underneath her and rolled out of her grasp and on top of her. She kicked and screamed but for my sick self, it was pleasure being on Tris. Feeling her body against mine made me smile and push harder at her. Tris, however, manages to kick me hard enough in the ribcage to free herself from me and back to standing up. She smoothed her hair out casually and leaned on the barriers of the platform. I stayed down, attempting a sneak attack whilst Tris, not facing me, started dancing a victory dance. She was punching her hands in the air and shuffling like an idiot; no one dared to even laugh though some were trying to hold it back. The victory song she was singing sounded something like this.

I win, I win, Oh yeah, I win

No one can be The Tris of Awesomeness

I win, Oh yeah man, I win

No one is better than meeeeee

Uh oh dun dun dun duuuun!

I slithered towards the crazy looking Tris and tripped her over by pulling her leg with all my might. She landed on her face, causing her to have a giant nose bleed. The crowd walked away as Eric looked at the now finished fight. Tris was groaning and swearing under her breath, still on the ground. He sighed.

"I don't even know what to call that fight. A Stiff nearly beat you except the last part where she got a little – distracted. Then you simply tripped her so maybe I should put down that this was her victory." He considered this and I growled. I needed to be first in the league. Tris was distracting me from what I need to have with her good looks!

"But I won! I was the last person standing!" I wailed and Eric looked down at Tris who was now sulking miserably.

"Go ahead. It would be embarrassing to Peter if everyone knew he was beaten by a girl; a girl from abnegation to top that." She spat out and I flinched. Eric smiled at her and my eyes looked away. Was I Peter Hayes jealous? I shook my head and looked back at Eric but the pain of how he looked at Tris became too much.

"So, um, Eric?" I cleared my throat and he swivelled his head back to me.

"Yes, Peter, you won the fight. Well done." He mumbled and walked away quickly, metal clanking at every step he took. His belt was filled with dauntless tools after all.

I smirked as I looked at her frowning. The battle had finished and she was now clearing up her bloody nose, sitting cross legged on the floor of the platform. Her face was tilted upwards and she held a paper towel to her nose gently. I sat down next to her, also crossing my legs and looked at her apologetically.

"I liked your victory dance. It was very… creative?" I questioned and she gave me a not now kind of look. I shrugged and leant back on the barriers. They were made out of steel and dug into me back but I didn't mind. I just wanted to be with Tris alone.

"Actually, I think my victory dance was very stupid because it distracted me from the actual fight that wasn't technically finished." She mumbled under her breath. I edged closer to her and she looked at me suspiciously.

"Well I think the dance was cute." I whispered and she laughed. I loved the way she laughed. It made her eyes somehow laugh too and it made the whole world brighten up in its path. She nodded appreciatively and let go of the towel she was holding and gazed at it. It was covered with fresh blood and blood was still running down her nose to her chin. She sighed, touching the bottom of her nose in annoyance.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Stiff." I joked and she stood up with her hand to her nose.

"I'll see you tonight, Peter, I need to get another paper towel for my nose." She walked away quickly out of the room and I watched until she was completely gone. A few drops of blood had landed on the sandy ground; Tris' blood. I had caused this and I threw my fist at the ground in despair. Everything I love, I destroy. Love is merely a madness as Shakespeare once said but that was the problem; Tris was making me mad beneath what I pretended to be.

Third Person's POV

Tris flung herself onto her bed in silence and waited for Eric to call out and invite everyone to see the league boards. Christina was sat next to her and was frowning. Tris' nose was still runny with blood and when she had gone to see the nurse, she had been told that it could be serious. Tris, however, wasn't convinced; she had had worst nose bleeds than this one. Christina was rambling on about Will and Al over and over and Tris blocked her petty voice, clearing her mind.

"Tris, are you hearing anything I'm saying?" she moaned and punched Tris in the shoulder gently with frustration. Tris shook her head and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, Chris, what were you saying?" she giggled and looked back at her friend. Christina's brown eyes were flecked with golden and her raven hair was straightened to a bit below her shoulders. Before she could answer, Tris interrupted her.

"You're looking very nice, Chris, what's the occasion?" she said in a flirty way and nudged her. Christina was wearing black jeans and a checked black tank top with shiny black pumps. Chris wasn't the sort of person with an impressive figure but this outfit somehow made her stand out.

"Well, I need to tell you something." She bit her lip and fidgeted with her hair nervously. Tris squealed and sat closer to Christina. Christina squealed back and leaned forward to Tris.

"I-I like Will and I think he likes me back!" she screamed like a fan girl at Tris and then paused.

"By the way, Al likes you so get in the game!" she laughed at Tris and got up as Eric screamed at the other dauntless who were huddled in groups around the room to get going to the training room.

"We should go." Tris directed Christina to the door but she shrunk back and shook her head in delight.

"He didn't call for the initiates; he called for the workers. I need to help you get ready; you need to impress Al and by doing that, you need to look good!" she laughed in delight, dragging Tris by the arm to the bathroom. Tris didn't like Al. Al was just Al to her. He was average; a medium sized guy with dark hair and brown eyes. One flaw he had was a big nose though!

As they made their way into the bathroom, Christina started shuffling through the laundry basket to find Tris something good to wear. Tris rolled her eyes and she too dug through the large amount of clothing.

In the end, she managed to find some black ripped skinny-jeans and a lose crop top with white lettering that said "Don't Mess With Me" on it accompanied by black and red pair of converses. Christina left her in piece to put on the clothes. She slid into the uncomfortable jeans and but on the crop top and converses before looking at herself in the mirror.

For a change, she actually looked good. The jeans showed her slim legs up to her small waist and the crop top hung a bit past her stomach, managing to reveal a little skin if she put both hands up in the air. Her shoulder-length hair was straightened and looked somehow pure blonde as she ran a hand through the brushed strands. Her skinny arms slung back as Christina burst into the room in excitement.

"Oh my gosh, Tris, you look amazing!" she screamed and clapped her hands whilst circling Tris' new look. Tris flushed and leaned back on the bathroom wall.

"Oh this old thing? I pulled this out of a charity shop!" she joked, laughing hysterically.

"All dauntless initiates to the training room please!" Eric's voice bellowed from far away. Tris and Chris trotted out of the bathroom and swayed along to the training room to find out their ranking scores so far. The room was crowded with boys with just a few girls scattered around in the background.

As they walked into the crowd, all the initiates turned around and stared. Tris smiled nervously, walking to the front line of the crowd to see her results. She heard a few boys whispering to each other about how "hot" she looked but blanked them out, looking at Eric. He looked back at her in amazement with a flirty smile. She looked away hotly and shuffled in her standing place.

"Ok, initiates settle down or you won't see your rankings!" Eric shouted at everyone who were still looking at Tris. They all gazed at him impatiently including Tris. The ranking board came up. Tris was number 2 in the rankings after the one and only Peter. She sighed, frustrated. She would have been first if only Eric had classed that she had won that battle with Peter! A hand tapped her lightly on the shoulder and she turned to whoever it was.

"Well, Stiff, I see I have some competition here at dauntless; finally!" he said in a cold voice but he was eyeing her crop top thoughtfully. Tris glared at him, her ocean eyes getting larger with anger.

"I would have freaking first if it hadn't been for that battle and don't you forget that, Peter." She snapped and he chuckled again.

"Sure. After all, you need to stay in dauntless or you'll let down your Stiff parents who didn't even want you to be in dauntless in the first place; I bet they hate you. Is that why you left; is it because they hated you before?" He added and Tris felt a bullet through her head. She felt sick. This was the last straw. Her eyes watered and a tear slipped past her without her knowing.

Then she ran. She ran past everyone who was looking at her confused. She ran past the world. Is that why she left abnegation; was it because she knew her parents didn't love her? No. No, her parents did love her; she was sure of it. Then why had she gotten so upset when Peter had said it?

The stairs she came across ran all the way up to the roof. She leapt onto them, clinging onto the staircase and clambered up them ghastly. No one would find her on the rooftop. She slid through the small door out into the open air. At this height, she saw a lot of abnegation in the horizon; she wondered what her mum and dad might be doing. They would probably be sleeping.

Tris sand down to the floor of the roof and looked up. No stars were seen as always; too much pollution had caused most stars to not be visible at night so it was always a special occasion when even one showed up. A noise was heard from the stairs but Tris didn't look at them; she was too scared to, in fact.

A person sat down next her in silence.

"I'm sorry." Tris flicked her eyes to who was next to her. Peter was sitting on the ground with his cheeks flushed and eyes grey. He wasn't looking at her; he was looking at the starless sky. Tris felt another tear tempting to fall at the thought of her parents but she wrestled it away.

"I don't hate you; I say all the things I say because I hate your faction." He carried on in a low voice. It was obviously hard for him to confess all that he was confessing. Tris didn't say anything; she wanted to hear him out so she simply carried on looking up.

"When I was small, I had a brother and he was killed by the factionless; it was probably an accident but when I heard abnegation were helping the factionless with food and money and clothing, I- I couldn't forgive them." His voice was breaking and Tris looked back at him. She could see his eyes were shiny with water filling them.

Peter was now sniffing and Tris sighed.

"What you said about my parents; that was uncalled for." She said in a saddened voice at the word parents. Peter sighed again and turned his eyes back to Tris who was still staring at the sky in awe in nothing in particular.

"I know, Stiff, I know and I'm sorry, okay?" he mumbled and Tris smiled. Peter smiled back too sadly and then gasped.

"Tris, your nose, it's bleeding again." He said and Tris touched her nose. It was again fresh red liquid filling her pale finger. She stumbled back up, feeling dizzy.

"I-er I need a tissue." She mumbled to Peter and he quickly got up to help her. She collapsed into him and fainted into darkness with the only sound of Peter's voice telling her it was going to be okay.