If there was one thing about Riley that everyone (or no one since she didn't really have many friends) knew, it was that she fucking LOVED hoodies.

Therefore, it was no surprise that when Eric turned up in a bright green, Dauntless issue number, Riley wanted it...like REALLY badly.

In fact, she really wanted to ask Eric where he got it (it never occurred to her to ask about the wings symbol on the back - as long as it looked cool, she didn't care what it meant) but she and him weren't exactly on speaking terms right now.

...flashback...
"Shut the fuck up you annoying little bitch!" Riley whipped around, bringing her leg in the air and whacking it across Peters face in a solid round-house kick.

"Don't call me a bitch, dickhead - it's bad for your health."

The sickening crack of a broken nose had almost been enough to make Riley really happy (because nobody calls Riley a bitch) if his dumbass friends hadn't jumped in to join the fight. Three on one - completely fair right?

"Take this you Bitchy Candor," a buff, stocky male threw a fist at Riley's face and she ducked, even managing to face palm on the way down.

"You were Candor too dumbass!" She kicked his knee and he went tumbling to the ground with a solid smack. The stream of curses and blood that followed told her that he broke his nose too.

"Two out of three, not bad," she smirked and ran at the final guy - tall and weedy - weak looking. "Take this!" She swung her left fist as hard as she could towards his face but (to her utmost surprise) he grabbed it and twisted her arm until she was in a headlock.

"Surprised?" He squeezed her tighter and she squealed when her arm was forced to bend even further back. The weedy guy laughed at her pain. "Squeal for me again?" He suggested and she shuddered. This dickhead was one creepy mother fu...

"# # *** #!" The perverted creep blew cold air into her ear and bit her neck, hard. There were no words to describe the utter disgust that Riley was feeling right now. The only thing that could possibly ever make her happy again would be to hurt this creepy bastard.

"Shit!" Riley smirked when creepy-dude groaned in pain as she stomped hard on his instep. Then, as he doubled over, she drove a boney elbow into his solar plexus and swung her now-free hand backward until her knuckles smashed into his nose.

"You little bit..." Riley didn't let the guy finish his sentence. She instead turned around and kneed the guy in the balls for good measure.

"I hope you cant have kids you freaky bastard!" She rubbed her aching knee (like damn! Did that guy have balls of steel or something?) and smirked when the only reply she got was a high pitched whine.

"Got you!" Two pairs of hand grabbed her arms and started dragging her forwards.

"Shit!" Riley had forgotten rule number one. Looks like the other guys weren't as down for the count as she had initially thought. Riley struggled some more, managing to stomp hard on peters ankle before she found stopped head being smashed into a wall.

"Don't feel so good, does it bitch?" Peter smirked at her and she longed to smack it right off of his face but her ears were ringing and her vision blurring. When blood dropped from her head into her eyes, she realised that these guys were serious.

"You scared now, bitch?" Peter and the stocky guy stopped in their tracks and grabbed Riley by her ponytail, forcing her to look up. Nothing lied ahead of her - only an icy wall and a hundred foot drop.

Well shit, since when was Riley so close to the edge anyway? "Come on guys, don't do this," she pleaded "Everything's in good fun right? We're rivals, of course we fight," she laughed nervously and inwardly cringed at how pathetic she wad being, but hey, she didn't really fancy dying right now.

Eric was walking to the mess hall after a long day of training brats in the pit. He was seriously stressed and overly starving. Man, how he would kill for a burger and beer right now.

"Little Bitch!" Eric heard the telltale sound of a scuffle just around the corner ahead of him and scowled. The chasm was up ahead and if those dumbasses weren't careful, they'd get hurt it worse, fall to their deaths over the edge.

"Man, I hate being the good-guy," Eric whined and quickened his pace, running towards the fight with intentions to break it up (or join in if it looked interesting).

As he rounded the corner, the first thing he noticed was two of his initiates holding a third initiate over the chasm. The second thing he noticed was that the two doing the holding were large stocky males whilst the one being dangled was a tiny female. Well HELL no! That was just not cool in Eric's book!

"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?!" He ran towards the two males recognising them as Peter and Thomas from his lessons earlier. He then looked around for Paul - the third guy in their band of musketeers - and found him whinging on the floor clutching his balls.

It was a rather funny sight albeit rather confusing for Eric. None of the initiates dared to mess with the trio, meaning that the tiny one that peter and Thomas were dangling had some serious balls. Tiny, hates peter's gang and has balls...

"RILEY!" before Eric knew what he was doing he had Peter's neck I'm his grip and was squeezing tight. That son of a bitch was about to drop HIS Riley off of a cliff. Nuh uh. Not his Riley!

When Peter started to turn blue, the Thomas guy leapt into action and let go of Riley, running at the tattooed trainer and rugby tackling him to the ground.

Riley screamed as she fell from the edge of the chasm.

"YOU BASTARD!" He'd actually dropped her! His Riley! His goddamn Riley and he'd dropped her over a hundred foot chasm - let her fall to her death!

Eric didn't really remember much from the fight apart from a red haze. By the time he was finished, the three (including the one with broken balls) were nothing more than bloodied, moaning heaps on the floor.

And the he dropped to his knees and began to evaluate his feelings. He hadn't felt this torn since his mom died when he was fifteen. But it didn't really matter anymore. Riley was gone and he'd never be able to tease her, or watch her fight or laugh or even just call him a little bitch. Well shit, Eric might even shed a tear.

"Hey, you little bitch! A little help here!" Eric looked up and nearly fell backwards in surprise. There, with her upper body sprawled on the bridge and her tiny legs dangling over the edge, was Riley.

"RILEY!" he rushed toward her and grabbed her, pulling her upwards and into his strong, muscular arms.

Meanwhile, Riley was having a heart attack. First pushed off of a cliff and then pulled into the embrace of a smexy, amazing smelling (not that she was smelling him on purpose) man. Like, hot damn.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing!" Eric ripped Riley out of his arms (no, he most certainly did not miss her warmth) and got immediately angry at the reckless girl. "Don't try to fight battles you can't win!"

Riley, considering her near death experience and the fact that they fight like cat and dog naturally retaliated. "What the fuck do you mean by can't win you mother fucker? I had it all under control until you turned up and pulled the whom macho man act!"

Eric was pissed. In fact, Eric was fuming. "You stupid cow! You only start fights because you don't know how else to deal with people!"

Riley threw a punch but Eric caught it easily and pulled her in close to him, noticing the bite mark on her neck. "What the fuck Riley, you need to learn how to protect yourself! Any old mother fucker could just come along and do this to you!"

Riley shivered as Eric's breath ghosted her ear and whimpered when he bit down on the other side of her neck. Eric tasted copper and smirked. Only he could bully Riley - she was HIS toy.

"Don't fucking come near me you creep!" Riley shoved Eric hard a d he fell flat on his arse, surprise plastered all over his face. Mother fucking bitch actually pushed him. Him, Eric Coulter. What the fuck?

"I saved your fucking life you ungrateful cow!" Eric lost his cool and screamed at her from his position on the floor. Even sat down he was nearly as tall as Riley and it pissed her off...greatly.

"Go fuck yourself you creepy son of a bitch!" She glared at him and stormed off, cursing mightily in her head. She was finally getting along with the smexy traininer and he had to go and ruin it.

"YOU'RE WELCOME BITCH!" Eric called after her and Riley became uncontrollably pissed.

"I HAD IT UNDER CONTROL YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS PRICK!" she screamed and threw a nearby rock in the direction of his head, smirking in sadistic satisfaction when she heard a wet crunch and a string of curses.

The 'three musketeers' weren't the only ones that turned up to practice with broken noses the next day.

...flashback over...

It had been three months since training had started and two weeks since the broken noses incident. Eric and Riley still weren't talking to each other.

Riley was still under the impression that Eric was a perverted dickhead that was stuck up his own arse and Eric thought that Riley was a stubborn cow. Neither had tried to fix the view the other party had of them either.

"Do you know what that is?!" Riley heard her 'friend' Christina freaking out beside her and rolled her eyes.

"A really fucking cool hoodie?" Riley didn't really care what the hoodie meant. It looked cool and to her, that was enough.

"That's the scouts hoodie - that emblem on the back is called 'the wings of freedom!" Christie grabbed Riley's shoulder and started shaking her around like a rag doll. To say Riley was getting annoyed would be an understatement.

"Cool story bro...WILL YOU FUCKING STOP!" Riley yanked her shoulder out of Christies grip and rubbed it. Who gave a flying fuck about this 'wings of freedom' bullshit anyways.

Apparently Christie did and she was determined to tell Riley the story. "Last year, they sent a band of newly graduated initiates on a scouting mission outside of the wall and to commemorate the mission, they all got matching hoodies with the scouts emblem emblazoned on the back!"

The whole scouts thing seemed cool but Riley was beginning to wonder where the hell Christie was going with this. If it was something pointless, Riley's nose breaking record would be up to five. She hated time wasters. "And...?"

Christie gazed over at Eric and smiled dreamily. "He was the only one that managed to make it back."

Eric was awesome? So what? It still didn't solve the problem of getting a hoodie like Eric's. Or actually it did, they were special edition things not sold anywhere and Eric wasn't about to give up something that obviously meant a lot to him for someone like her.

"What happened out there?" Riley gazed at the blue and white wings symbol on the back of the hoodie and couldn't help but wonder.

"Nobody knows, he never told anyone..." Christie sighed dreamily and Riley punched her arm. Bitch please, she couldn't sight over HER man!

'Her man?' Riley face palmed and rubbed her temples. She must be going crazy. As if she'd want a macho prick like him, even if the way his muscles rippled when he threw knives was mesmerizing...

"So you're into the whole mysterious thing then huh?" Christie nodded her head enthusiastically. Pathetic. Swooning over a guy like some girl in Amnity.

"I really want him to give me his hoodie..." Riley the mouthful of water she had just drank into Christies face.

"Dude, urgh, what the fuck?" Christie wiped water from her face and glared, but not as strong as the glare she received from Riley. Bitch please, if anything, Riley would be getting that hoodie. She saw it first, she like it first, she wanted it first. In her mind, it was already hers.

New mission: Get that hoodie at all costs!