Note: I guess I have to start adding this annoying thing at the top of my story, cause I saw a whole bunch of people put this at the top of their stories, so it's got to be important, right? I don't own the characters you've heard of.

Tris POV

The rest of the day went by relatively ok. I think that Jarrod is trying, at least. He's honestly my biggest problem in training. Everyone else is picking things up quickly, so I'm hopeful. Tobias came over to me during lunch and told me that capture the flag was happening in six days. I'm so excited! I want to win so bad! So, since I'm probably going to get all of my transfers, I decided to get them used to thinking quickly on their feet. Honestly, I'm making them do so much more than they need to, but they don't need to know that. The only fun I'm going to have in the next three to four weeks is messing with the initiates.

As six comes around and the initiates file out, I start to get the room ready for tomorrow. For the first four hours, all of the initiates, transfers and Dauntless-born, are going to get a joint lesson from Four and me in hand to hand combat. It's going to be tons of fun, but kind of risky. I hope Four already told his initiates to keep 'us' on the down-low. I finish and sigh, then someone who had been behind me for the better part of twenty minutes finally speaks up and says,

"Hey,"

It's the first jumper. I internally cringe. It's not that he's a bad looking guy- he's not- it's just that his personality makes me feel like I'm being rubbed all over with something slimy, yet gritty at the same time. I don't like it. I steel my nerves; I don't need another fear, especially one of this little twerp. I curtly say,

"Hey, Jarrod,"

"Um, I was wondering if you would like to hang out with me, like, now. Like, you know, a date," He only seems slightly nervous. I just stare at him. Did I hear him correctly, or was my mind just giving me an excuse to beat him up? I slowly shake my head,

"No,"

Then I briskly walk out of the room, not even brushing shoulders with the fool next to the door. I need to start getting ready for Candor or Dauntless, whatever that is. I make it to the dorm and grab an outfit, something Christina would approve of: a nice set of lingerie, a tight black shirt that went didn't cover my shoulders, showing off my tattoos there, and my favorite pair of skinny jeans.

I rush to my apartment and take a shower. When I get out I change quickly, I want to get there early in case Chris needed help. I comb through my hair with my fingers and hurriedly tie it up in a ponytail, then race over to Chris's apartment. It was on the other side of the building, about a fifteen minute walk. When I get there, it's only 6:54. So much for waiting till the initiates got in bed. I shrugged and opened the door expecting the door to be unlocked like it usually is. I start to walk in, only to step out and close the door, red-faced with embarrassment. I hadn't realized that I was the only one who wanted to come early. Will was also in there, and he seemed pretty busy with Chris already. I start to walk back to my apartment, I'll come back around eight. I hear the door open behind me, a shirtless Will leaning out, looking for me. He found the time to put on pants. How uncomfortable for him. He looks around, then spots me. I freeze until he calls my name,

"Tris!"

I start running to apartment number 10, slam the door open and lean against the door, and look down still embarrassed. I'm so embarrassed that I don't even notice that Tobias was taking a shower until he chokes out,

"Tris?"

My head shoots up and almost immediately I look back down. Why does this keep happening to me today? I start to leave, but Tobias grabs a towel, wraps it around his waist, and grabs my wrist. I can feel my face burning.

"I'm sorry," I squeak. I try to leave again, but Tobias's hold is firm. He starts to chuckle and brings me into a hug. His chest and neck are still wet, but I don't mind, anything to hide my face.

"What are you doing here? I thought that you had to stay with your initiates," Tobias asks, confused. I peck him on the lips and tell him about going to Christina's Candor or Dauntless thing tonight. He raises his eyebrow but just says,

"Wear layers,"

I'm confused, but go to my room and start to dress in layers. Under my tabletop shirt I have a camisole, and over it I'm wearing a tank top. It's kind of uncomfortable, with so many layers on. My two bras, tight bandage, three shirts, but I guess now I'll be safe. From what, though? I don't get it, Candor or Dauntless is just a game, so what's the fuss about? I shake my head and head out into the living room. Tobias is sitting on the couch, fully clothed. I can't be sure whether I'm happy or not about that.

"Hey," I say as I plop down next to him.

"Hey," he kisses me quickly on the lips. I smile and say,

"So, you ready for tomorrow?"

His eyebrows scrunch for a second and I allow myself to get sucked in his amazing eyes. But he soon realizes what I'm talking about and playfully says,

"Oh, yeah! I'm not going to go easy on you, you know,"

"Oh, I know. I would be disappointed if you didn't try," I smile.

"Well, just don't cry when you get beaten,"

I snort, as if. We just sit there for a while, our conversation varying from kissing, sitting there in silence, or talking smack to each other. Finally, it's eight and we get up to walk to Chris's apartment. When we stand outside of her door my face flames up again. Tobias raises his eyebrow, but says nothing. He's about to just walk in, but I stop him and knock first. He looks really confused and slightly concerned, but I don't want to explain right now. I just hide my face in my hands from inside I hear both Chris and Will yell,

"Tris is here!"

"How did they know that it was you?" Tobias asks me. I shake my head and cringe when they open the door. Will laughs and Christina mock glares at me. I give them an awkward smile and say,

"Sorry 'bout earlier,"

"No worries, didn't mean to, right?"

I am horrified just at the thought of it. Chris laughs and tells me to come inside, Tobias just follows us, probably wondering what he met.

"Your Stiff side is showing. Drink a little, won't you?" Will offers me a beer. I take it and down it in one go. It makes my head spin a little, but it's nothing I can't manage. We sit down in their living room where Uriah, Zeke, Marlene, Shauna, and Peter are already sitting.

Yeah, Peter. He got border guard, and I swear, it's the worst job out of all the jobs there are. Even I had to feel bad for Peter. He joins us on outings occasionally, when he's off duty. He's gotten better, enough so that he's not my least favorite person anymore. No, that position would have to go to Jarrod.

We sit down and talk for a while, laughing when one of us makes a joke, making fun of people and initiates we saw doing weird things, just catching up on things. We wait for about ten minutes, then a drunk Christina stands up and yells,

"Okay, folks! We're going to be playing now, so if I don't know you, get out!"

None of us move. The party isn't that big. Christina sits down, too tipsy to be embarrassed. I hope I won't end up like that by the end of the night. Christina slurs,

"It's my house, so I'll be the one to say stuff first," we start to play. No one has picked me yet, so I've gotten the opportunity to learn how to play the game. It's like truth or dare, but if you don't want to do something, you have to take off an article of clothing. I guess hair bands, socks, and shoes don't count. But what happens when you're out of clothes? I guess I'll figure it out soon enough.

Tobias is already only wearing his boxers, Uriah is shirtless, Peter is, surprisingly, still wearing a shirt, but all of the girls except for me have taken off their first two layers of shirts. I smirk at them and they just make faces at me.

"Tris," slurs Chris. It's her turn again.

"Ya?"

"Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless," I say confidently.

"Oooh!" no one had been choosing Dauntless from Chris for some reason. I want to know why.

"You have to sit on… my lap for the rest of the game!"

I look at her. She's definitely going to have a hangover tomorrow morning. I raise my eyebrow.

"Your lap?"

Christina nods vigorously,

"Yep!"

I sigh and walk over to her, wondering why people won't choose Dauntless. This isn't all that bad.

"Uriah," I decide, "Candor or-"

"Dauntless!" I smirk and whisper my idea into Chris's ear. Her eyes widen and she giggles giddily. I smile. I figure if drunk Christina agrees with me, it's gotta be fine, right?

"You have to go find to Eric, slap him on the butt, propose to him, and whether he says yes or no, you have to kiss him,"

Uriah grumbles and takes off his pants. Christina laughs. I wonder, was it really that bad of a dare? Maybe I'm good at this.

Uriah chooses me, probably to get revenge.

"Tris,"

"Again?"

"Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless,"

"Hmmm… you have to sit on your least favorite person's lap for the rest of the game,"

"I can't," I say.

"Then take off your shirt!"

"I mean, I would if my least favorite person was here, but he's not,"

Everyone looks confused. They all accepted that Peter was probably my least favorite person ever.

"Wait, who is he?" asks Peter.

"A new transfer, his name is Jarrod," I say.

"Oh yeah, he's a bitch!" slurs Chris from under me.

"Give me a new dare," I challenge Uriah.

"Give me a blowjob," Uriah says flatly. He knows I won't do it. I glance at Tobias. He seems stiff and is avoiding my gaze. I lift my first shirt above my head and throw it in the pile next to me.

"Marlene," I say.

"Candor," she says quickly.

"What is your most embarrassing fear?"

She immediately shucks off the last shirt she has. Now she's just in her bra. Zeke stares at her. Marlene looks away.

We keep going until it gets to Tobias. He turns to me,

"Candor or Dauntless, Tris,"

I don't want to know what he's thinking about in Dauntless, so I say,

"Candor,"

"What were you so embarrassed about when we got here?"

I freeze, but then chug a couple of bottles of beer. Take a couple of shots of tequila. When I can't think straight I answer, but I don't hear myself clearly. Everyone laughs. Everything sounds so strange. Everything looks so strange. What did Will just say? Well, whatever it was, I was funny! I almost fall out of Chris's lap I laugh so hard. Someone says my name. It's Uriah,

"Candor or Dauntless?"

"Dauntless," I laugh.

"Strip until you're only wearing your last layer!" he challenges. Tobias, the most sober out of anyone else, perks up at this dare.

I laugh, "Okay!"

I start to take off my two shirts, then my first bra, then my bandage. I struggle to get out of my pants while staying seated on Christina. Wait, why was I sitting on Chris? I don't even know. I got up, leaned down, and slid the skinny jeans right off of me.

I look at everyone, they're all surprised. All of the boy's jaws seemed to stop working, because their mouths are wide open, clearly gawking at me. Chris and I laugh at them. Chris is the only one who isn't surprised at my surprisingly developed body. She's the one who forces me to go lingerie shopping, so she always sees me when she's either approving my choice or nixing it.

I turn to Chris and say,

"Your turn now,"

This keeps on going around our circle of friends until everyone is either only wearing boxers, or in a bra and panties, and everyone is at a level of drunk only Dauntless dare to drink to. We start to dance to the music that I guess everyone else can hear. All I hear is Christina throwing up, Uriah and Tobias arguing, and everyone else dancing around and laughing. I start to go to the couch. I lie down, and just watch whatever's going on around me. Tobias spots me and walks over, kissing up my neck, mumbling in a low voice,

"Damn, you look hot,"

I shiver and Tobias stops kissing my neck. He moves up to my lips. We make out for a while, but we stop when we hear cheering. I look up and see everyone cheering for us. I unsteadily stand up and give a wobbly bow. Tobias stands up too, but probably only to steady me. I giggle against him. I just saw something, I think. It was really funny. Or maybe I'm just laughing at this crazy feeling streaming through my body. I then pass out in Tobias's arms.

I wake up the next morning. Surprisingly, I'm up before anyone else. I look down at myself, but don't remember much from last night. I shake my head and grab some clothes from a giant pile in the middle of the room. I don't bother bandaging my chest this morning. My head hurts too much. I feel something coming up in my stomach and manage to make it to the toilet before I throw up. I moan when I'm done and lean against the toilet. Today was going to be awful, I have to wrestle Tobias in this state.

Oh crap I think. I really shouldn't have done this. My head was going to be killing me for the rest of the day. But, a voice in my head argues, it was worth it, you got to make out with Tobias without wearing a shirt. I couldn't help but to agree with myself.

Soon I got up, trying to ignore the intense pain in my head. I sighed,

Today is going to be a long day.

So, I guess now I'm doing one of these annoying things, but I kind of need to say some stuff. If you want anything in the story, review and tell me what you want me to add to the story, any drama between Tris and Tobias, any pairings, any adventure, like anything. PLEASE NO SPOILERS FOR ME! I've only read the first book, I'm waiting for the second, but it's going to take a while. So, this chapter doesn't really add much to the story, but I just needed a filler chapter so that I could put this in somewhere.