CH 5: POV TRIS:
As I walk away from the training room towards lunch, a hand lands on my shoulder, taking me away from my murderous thoughts towards Peter and his crew. The hand belongs to Eric. What the hell does he want right now, he was the one who told Four to throw the knives so I'm more pissed at him as well, more than usual.
"What do you want Eric?" I ask, annoyance blatantly threaded through my words: I hope he notices. Then again, I doubt he would care either way.
Then he does the completely unexpected, places one of his hands on my hip the other on the back of my head. I struggle, kicking and punching, thinking foul things, but Eric doesn't even flinch. What the heck, do you even have nerves?
"Let go of me!" I squeal. I don't know where we are, but there isn't anyone around to see what's happening.
Eric leans in his pierced face to my ear and whispers in what he must see as a seductive voice, "Are you alright, that fight was pretty intense. I could take you to my apartment and make sure you're okay."
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD is all that's going through my head
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I scream. I am able to wiggle slightly out of his grip enough to move my leg. I kick as hard as I can in between his legs. He doubles over moaning in pain. He composes himself enough to tackle me covering my body with his. By now I'm screaming profanity among other mostly unintelligible words. Finally I hear some footsteps coming towards me.
Eric's weight is taken off of me and I scrambled away, pull myself up and dust myself off. I see that it was Four who took Eric off me. Eric is already semi conscious on the floor. During their struggle I heard Four yell things at him including "What do you think you doing, harassing the initiates?" I even think i heard him say something like "How dare you even come near my Tris?" My Tris.. even though I'm supposed to not have feeling towards him, I love the sound of that.
Four turns his attention back to me and wraps me in his arms. This is the best thing I have ever felt.
"Are you okay?" He asks me.
"I'm yeah, I'm fine.. He didn't get as far as i'm sure he would have liked with whatever he was planning on doing."
He brings his arms back to himself. I find my own arms wrapping around me to replace the welcomed warm there that is now fading. I miss him arms wrapped around me.
He slowly, as if thinking it over, tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "We should bring him to the infirmary." I say
"Or we could leave him here." He says with a slight smile. I smile back but he goes over to pick Eric up anyways.
POV TOBIAS
Although I'm pissed that Eric did what he did to Tris, I liked how it ended, with her wrapped in my arms. It felt perfect; I felt complete with her wrapped in my arms.
Because it is an off day, Tris was expected to be with her friends, which I did not want, but knew was necessary. As of now I'm sitting in the control room, working although I'm not required to during my time training the initiates. I don't know how I'm getting anything done, all I'm doing is thinking about her. Even though I hate to admit it, I'm completely infatuated with her, and it sucks because I don't know if she feels the same way. Anyway, it would be a completely inappropriate relationship, at least for the time being due the fact that she's my initiate and I'm supposed to be training her.
I occasionally see Tris on the security screens that I'm monitoring: she looks happy, and it makes me happy. I also see Eric: he's in the infirmary but he'll be fine by tomorrow. I saw one of his friends go to check on him. They talk for a while and I can't imagine what about. Soon it gets late and I decide to head back to my dorm to get some sleep before the first day of stage two tomorrow.
POV Eric:
During my time in the infirmary thanks to that bastard Four I planned out my next move on Tris. It will take place in several days with the help of several initiates. I'm excited for this one. It should not only contribute to breaking Four and Tris's blooming relationship but it sure will be fun for me. By tomorrow everything should be precisely planned out. I can only hope that the initiate involved plays out his side of the deal.