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Chapter 12

I meet Zeke and a few other guys after dinner, in the Pit. I see the cooler of beer, as I walk up. Zeke has one in his hand, and holds it up like he is toasting me. He takes another one from the cooler and offers it to me. Normally, I would say no, but it has been a long day of watching other people's nightmares. I take the beer from his hand and take a larger then necessary drink out of it. Zeke slaps me on the back and a few others join us.

We all walk over to the chasm and stand against the railings. An older Dauntless, Mark, grabs Lauren and throws her over his shoulder. She shrieks with laughter telling him not to drop her. He acts like he is going to, for a moment, and then puts her safely back down. She punches him in the arm, and he grabs her, tickling her until she begs for mercy. Then, he kisses her. She doesn't seem to mind, wrapping her hands around his waist, kissing him back. Pretty soon, he leans down and whispers something in her ear. She bites her bottom lip and nods. They walk off, not bothering to tell the rest of us bye.

I look at the water rushing over the ledge into the chasm. I wonder what it would be like to do that to Tris. I wish initiation was over, so I could find out. But then again, I don't even know if she wants me to. I take another swig from the bottle in my hand. What is this my third? I don't think I am drunk yet, but I do seem much more relaxed than usual. Maybe thats a good thing. I need to be young every now and then. I have been taking care of myself for so long. Sometimes, I forget I am only eighteen.

"Hey Four, what are you thinking so hard about over there?" Shauna's voice is light and giddy. She is clearly drunk. "It wouldn't be a certain stiff would it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." I say, smiling a little.

"Well don't look now, but she and her buddies are headed this way. Why don't you go talk to her?" She says, hiccuping, before wandering off to find Zeke, no doubt.

I look up and see Tris, Al, Will, and Christina walk into the Pit. I feel the overwhelming need to talk to her again. Today, in the hall, was so nice. She finally saw me, the real me, not just Four, her instructor. I raise my hand and wave to her, calling her over, "Tris!"

She stops, but the other don't notice. Good, maybe they will leave and she will have to hang out with me. I walk over to her. She looks different. She is wearing something dark around her eyes that make them stand out even more than usual. She has on a low cut shirt and I can see her tattoo. I never noticed that she had a tattoo.

"You look different." I say, my words a little more sluggish than they should be. I mean it though, she does look different. She is always beautiful, but tonight she is something else. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I stare her up and down for a moment. Then it comes to me. Sexy. Tris looks sexy tonight.

"So do you," she says, smiling a little. "What are you doing?"

"Flirting with death," I reply with a laugh. She gives me concerned look. Clearly, she didn't see the humor in it. "Drinking near the chasm. Probably, not a good idea."

"No it isn't." she states.

"Didn't know you had a tattoo." I say looking at the birds on her collar bone. I hold my hand up, pointing at them, I stop myself from touching them. I want to touch her. To feel the tingling of my fingertips on her skin. She looks at my hand and I shove it to my head, running it through my hair to try to cover my true intentions.

"Right. The crows." I say, quickly. Smooth. Real smooth.

I look back over my shoulder, at my group. They are carrying on without me, but I notice Tris's friends have stopped and are staring at us. I can't blame them, there are four of them and I am only talking to her. I suddenly become very self-conscious and know that she is probably wondering the same thing.

"I would ask you to hang out with us, but you are not supposed to see me this way." I say. Its not true, but I don't really feel like either of us having to explain why we suddenly started hanging out together.

"What way? Drunk?" she asks. A small grin tugging at her mouth. She bites her bottom lip, and looks in my eyes. I go brain dead for a second, picturing me kissing her, like Mark kissed Lauren. She said something to me. What was it?

"Yeah," I answer, more out of reflex, than actual thought. Wait, thats not right. She is going to think I am drunk. I'm not drunk. I don't want her to think the only reason I am talking to her is because I am drunk. I look down, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Well, no. Real, I guess."

I look into her eyes for moment, and she looks back into mine. "I'll pretend I didn't."

"Nice of you." I say, then I lean down close, my lips right next to her ear, and say, "You look good, Tris."

She laughs and says, "Do me a favor and stay away from the chasm, okay?"

"Of course." I say, winking at her. She smiles brightly back at me and I turn to walk back to my friends. When I get back to my group, I turn around and see Al run up and throw Tris over his shoulder. She shrieks with laughter and he starts running towards the tunnel to the dorms. Tris looks up at me and waves from over Al's shoulder. I wave back at her, part of me wishing it was me carrying her away.