A/N Hey! Huge thanks to those of you who replied and/or followed! It means a lot, especially since it is my first fan fiction. Everyone has been so nice to me and I just want to thank you!
Disclaimer: I own a few things… Divergent is not one. If it was I would probably not be writing a fan fiction, and I most certainly would not have let Allegiant end like that.
Chapter 3
I wake up in bed; I look at the clock and smile. It's 3a.m. I can go back to sleep. I turn back over and put my arm around Tobias's torso and let his body heat warm me, until I drift off into a deep sleep.
About 3 hours later, I wake again. This time I step out of bed and make myself a coffee with crème and sugar. I sit on the couch waiting for Tobias to get up so that we can plan today. Soon after I sit, Tobias walks out.
"Hey, beautiful," he says huskily.
"Good morning, hottie," I reply, playing along. "I made you a cup of coffee, black just how you like it."
"So, can we please do guns today? I really like them, and this way I can show James how wrong he was," I plead once he gets back with his coffee.
"Of course, babe. This is your first year and I want you to have a huge say in what we do. Plus, you're a leader so you are technically above me." He replies pointing out my leadership. I had to choose to be a leader if I didn't want Peter to be one.
"Yeah, I am so you better be nice to me!" I say joking.
I run over to my vanity, grabbing my makeup, getting it ready. I head into the bathroom and start the shower. Boiling hot. After I emerge I put my hair into a towel, sit at my vanity and apply a small bit of concealer under my eyes, a thin coat of eyeliner, winging it out, and mascara .I put my hair down and let it air dry while I put on a pair of black high wasted jeans, a black and dark red, short sleeve crop top, leaving an inch of skin showing on my stomach, and my favorite black combat boots. When I am finished, so is Tobias, I am greeted by the smell of warm muffins. I grab a plate and a new cup of coffee and sit at the dining table, waiting for Tobias's to join me.
"Are you excited?" Tobias asks me.
"Obviously! I can't believe that I am about to go and train initiates." I say, looking up to see that he is staring into my eyes. "Toby… why are you staring at me?" I ask confused.
"I like your eyes, they remind me of a storm, blue skies and grey clouds mixing." He states.
"Well, yours remind me of the ocean, mysterious, yet dangerous when mixed with a storm." I smile standing up and pecking him on the lips. (Thank you divergent24-7 for letting me use that analogy!)
When we are done we head down to the training room, set up the targets and put the guns on the table. Mia walks in with Connor and Bree. I have made up my mind about Mia, she is sweet, she won't be pushy, but she will be outgoing and make friends with the good ones, so now I know about Bree and Connor.
"Hey, we wanted to make sure that we weren't late," Bree says sweetly, but not artificially.
"You three are a little early, but you are welcome to stay here or grab breakfast" I say, making sure that they know they are welcome.
"Oh, we already had breakfast, and may I say, the cake is the best thing in the world!" Connor says.
After a while of Tobias and me talking with Bree, Mia and Connor, everyone files in, and Four and Six come to life.
"Listen up! We are gonna do a quick run around the compound to warm up" I yell.
"Stay behind me and in front of Six!" Four states, quietly but deadly.
We set off; I make sure to run quickly so they have to run faster. By the time we get back to the training room, everyone but Tobias and I are panting; although we didn't even run that much or fast.
"Put your hands on your head and breath! You have 2 minutes until we begin." I say just loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Start?! We just ran like 2 miles!" Ross the heavier one complains.
"Well, soon enough it will be 10. Get used to it." Four says.
I head over to the guns while everyone is still breathing. I grab one of them and head to a target, I shoot. It lands dead center. "You have the privilege of being trained by two of the best weapon handlers" I say, "but that also means that we will be hard to impress, so put on your big girl panties and get shooting!" I scream.
We show them the correct way to shoot and Four yells, "Grab a gun initiates."
They scurry to the table and take one each. James is the first to shoot; he misses by a yard at least. Then it's Bree, she hits a few inches from the center. Mia looks like I did, imitating the motion before applying it. When she does she hits dead center, she is the first.
I head over to her and pat her on the back, "good job!" I say quietly. "I am gonna make a comment about it. Don't get embarrassed, okay?" I ask.
"Sure" she replies.
"So, the AMITY girl can hit a target before any of you? That doesn't sound right! Clearly she is more prepared than you are, or you, or you! For those of you who haven't hit at all, James, Cami, get working!" I yell.