A/N: So this is chapter three. I really appreciate the reviews. I am new here to fanfiction, and I am happy that I am publishing material. PLEASE keep reviewing. It keeps me motivated.
Dosclaimer: I own nothing. *sigh*
Chapter 3: Undecided
Four led us to the dormitory for initiate transfers.
"As you can see, there are 10 bunks and only eight of you. Less transfers than usual." He explained.
"But we started with twelve!" Christina says.
"We usually loose a few along the way." Four replies cooly.
I frown, but that doesn't really surprise me.
Four led us to the bathroom.
"This should make you Candor feel right at home." He says. "Everything out in the open."
I giggle quietly. People are muttering around me. Four motions for us to follow him. He leads us back to the dormitory.
"You will change into Dauntless clothes immediately." Four says. I recognize the ring of finality I heard so long ago.
"You will want to be in the dining hall in fifteen minutes, so make it quick."
I turn and pull the clothes for Dauntless out of my bedside drawer. I slide my Abnegation clothes off quickly. Then I practically throw on my dauntless pants and tank top. I quickly zip my jacket, and turn to exit the dormitory and somehow find Tobias.
Christina comes up to me.
"You dress fast. You wanna walk with me?" She asks.
I smile a little. "Sure."
We walk out, and meander through the halls. Just when I thought we would never make it to the dinning hall, we turn down a hallway and there it is.
Christina leads me to a table.
"You wanna sit with me, right?"
No, I want to find Tobias. "Of course."
A bunch of transfers sit with us. I take the empty seat next to Christina. To my surprise, and pleasure, Four sits at our table, next to me.
I take a round piece of meat wedged between two circular pieces of bread, and put it on my plate.
"You've never seen a hamburger before?" Christina says in disbelief.
"No," I say quietly. "Is that what it's called?"
"Stiffs eat plain food." Four says beside me. Christina looked at me.
"Why?" She asked, shocked.
"Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary." I explained.
Four is studying me.
"No wonder you left." Christina says.
Four smirks in his plate.
"Yeah," I say, rolling my eyes. "It was just because of the food."
Four's grin grew wider. I looked at him. He was behaving more like Tobias.
The man from the ledge, Eric, enters the room. People get quiet.
"Whose that?" Christina asks.
"His name is Eric." Four said. "He's a Dauntless leader."
"Seriously?" Christina says. "But he's so young."
"Age doesn't matter here," Four replies. "Remember that."
Eric walks toward our table, and sits next to Four. Four stares at his plate.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" He says lightly.
"This is Tris and Christina," Four says.
"Ooh, a Stiff." Eric says, smirking. I wonder if he knows Four's faction of origin. He grins wickedly at me. "We'll see how long you last."
Eric continues talking to Four. I wonder if they are friends.
"Nothing, really." Four was saying. I sit up and listen.
"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you and you don't show up." Eric says. "He requested that I find out what's going on with you."
"Tell him I'm satisfied with the position I currently hold." Four says.
"So he wants to give you a job."
"So it would seem." Four sighed.
"And you aren't interested."
"I haven't been interested for two years."
"Well. Lets hope he gets the point, then."
He hits Four on the shoulder like it was supposed to be casual, but the force of it almost pushes Four into the table. I glare at my plate. When he's gone, I look up.
"Are you two... friends?" I ask.
"We were in the same initiate class. He transferred from Erudite."
I keep my expression in check. The Abnegation are wary of Erudite.
"Were you a transfer too?" I already know, but it's better to pretend I don't.
"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions," Four snaps. "Now I've got Stiffs, too?"
It's obvious now. Any sort of doubt that I had before that I didn't know Four, was rejected. No question. I am sitting next to Tobias Eaton.
My mouth twists like I bit a lemon, and I say, "It must be because you're so approachable. You know. Like a bed of nails" then I whisper really quietly, "Tobias Eaton."
He didn't hear me. "Careful, Tris," is all he says.
He turns to his food. I turn to mine. But out of the corner of my eye, I see his back straighten. He turned slightly towards me.
He knows me. He remembers. When he looks at me, I see the boy cringing back, holding the chair. Tobias Eaton.
Christina nudged me.
"I'm developing a theory." She said.
"Oh?" I say. "And what is that?"
"That you, my friend, have a death wish."
I shrugged. Tobias wouldn't hurt me. Four, on the other hand, might.