Sorry for the delay but I have been ill for the last couple of day so I wasn't really up to writing, but I have spent all of today trying to get the finished, so here it is, chapter 6.
Tris
Finally, the last day of training. Or at least where I'm concerned. Thank God. Today Zeke and Four will reveal the score to the initiates to determine who will be staying and who will become factionless, not that I care, transfers annoy me. Always have, always will.
No matter how many times I do this, it doesn't get any easier. Six am is not my time. Yawning sleepily I make my way to the training room, already with my coffee, and lean on the door behind me. All the initiates are already here, as are Zeke and Four. It seems they are going through today's session, which is basically just going through things they need practice with.
I sip my coffee as Four finishes instructing and watch the initiates spread out across the room, going to various posts; fighting and shooting mainly.
I don't bother to move and talk to anyone or help with anything, just stay standing against the door. All I want to do is sleep until next week. I don't need to pretend I want to be here.
It seems Zeke has noticed me because he starts heading over, a big goofy smile plastered on his face. I notice Four standing behind him, a slightly panicked look on his face, eyes wide, eyebrows raises and mouth forming the word 'no!'.
Zeke opens his mouth to tell me whatever it is that's making Four so flustered when the door at the opposite end of the hall opens and Lynn pops her head round. "Zeke!" She calls. "Shauna wants to talk to you!"
Zeke's mouth snaps shut and he spins on his heel to run to Lynn, telling Four to carry on without him whilst he's gone.
I down the rest of my coffee quickly, cringing at the bitter granules left at the bottom and head over to Four who is watching tow initiates compete in hand-on-hand combat.
"Hello," I say coming to a stop next to him, abandoning my empty coffee cup somewhere. "Care to tell me what all that was about?"
"Don't know what you mean," He says glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
I cross my arms. "Well why was Zeke all goofy before?" I ask wanting to know what he's keeping from me, I can tell he is, even though I don't know him that well.
"This is Zeke, when isn't he goofy?" He asks back, turning to face me fully. "Now, why don't you go and help someone or go and practice something yourself?"
I scowl at him and flip my hair as I turn away. "As if I need to practice," I mumble to myself but head over to the empty knife throwing area anyway.
I pick up four knives and place three on the table next to me as I flip the fourth in my hand expectedly. I aim at the target twenty feet away and position myself, with the knife poised and ready to throw.
Just as I am about to flip my wrist, releasing the knife, someone catches my wrist in their hand and I spin around partly.
Four is standing behind me, holding my wrist as he looks down at me. "You're not holding it right," he says quietly.
I blink twice. "Me? Not holding it right?" I ask disbelief in my voice. Since when did I not hold knifes right? Four just shakes his head no. "Well if I'm not holding it right do show me how to."
Four smiles down at me and places a hand hesitantly on my waist, turning me the tiniest bit to the left and presses his chest to my back as he places his hand over mine holding the knife.
I gasp at the sudden contact and feel my cheeks flush slightly. Four moves our hands back and release the knife, hitting dead centre, but doesn't move away from me. I feel his breath blowing the top of my head slightly and shiver.
"Um..." I say, causing him to move back from me. Four coughs awkwardly into his fisted hand and drops his gaze to the target.
"See?" He says to break the tension. "You hit it."
"Yes, and I would have hit it anyway. See?" I take another knife and throw it, it sticks into the handle of the other. A smug smile plays on my lips as I look at Four again who has his arms crossed. "See, I told you."
"Okay, okay. Point proven. Maybe you don't need any practice with anything," he says, seeing to have forgotten about before, either that or he's pretending it didn't happen. I pick up another knife and twirl it between my fingers, spinning the blade between my fingers just to make sure my point is really proven. "Now I'm going to make myself useful and go and help someone."
"Yeah, someone that really needs your help," I say smirking. If I didn't know better I would say Four went red. He smiles, shaking his head, and goes back to training.
I put the rest if the knives back where I found them and walk around absentmindedly pretending to be interested in what the initiates are doing when really I couldn't care less. I see Cater take down someone in hand-on-hand combat and smile to myself, knowing my help had come in handy.
.o.O.o.
Lunch time came quickly and by the time Four called for training to be over for the day I couldn't be more glad. I wait for the hall to be clear of initiates before I bother to head out the door. I don't realize I'm going to be sat alone at lunch time with Christina recovering in hospital until I remember our conversation from yesterday. Holy crap, Christina's right. I don't have any friends.
I am contemplating going back to my apartment just like I have wanted to do since the first day of training when I feel someone grab my hand and spin me around. I almost whack into Fours chest but he reaches a hand out on my shoulder to steady me. I blink twice at the close proximity of his chest and take a clumsy step back.
"Tris," Four says, not letting go of my hand. "Do you want to sit with me at lunch?" He sounds unsure of himself.
Oh my, this is like high school all over again, apart from no one actually asked me to sit with them then. I like to think it was because they were all to scared I would beat their sorry asses, but really I think it was just because I didn't have any friends.
"Oh, urm, sure." I nod and smile up at Four and he grins back down at me, leading me through the pit and into the cafeteria.
Zeke, Shauna, Marlene, Uriah and Will are already sitting at the table, laughing and chatting as Four and I sit down in the two spare seats. "Guys, you know Tris, right?" Four says as everyone shuts up and shoots me furtive glances.
"Yeah, who doesn't know Tris," Marlene says smiling at me. I smile back at Marlene, one of the few I know from being in the same initiate class. "Still kicking ass?" She asks.
I smirk at Zeke and his hand automatically goes up to his nose. "You could say that." Everyone at the table sniggers and I crack my knuckles for extra emphasis.
The conversation at the table starts up again and I soon get lost in all the voices, not used to more than one at a time due to mine and Christina's secluded group. I feel Four nudge my shoulder with his and I turn to look at him. "You want to get out of here?" He must have seen the looks of confusion passing my face at all of the voices and I flush. I smile and nod.
Four's palm twitches as if he was going to reach out for my hand, but he stops himself and stands up. I feel something go through me, disappointment maybe? But why? I stand up next to him and we walk off without saying goodbye. We exit the cafeteria and out into the near empty Pit. As we walk in silence I wonder where he could be leading me, the sound of the Chasm and a few people's footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The silence is eerie and I find myself gripping Fours hand, despite my attempts not to. I feel Four tense and think he is going to let go of my hand or think me weird or something, and brace myself, but he doesn't do anything, apart from return the pressure to my hand in his.
I smile to myself as I let Four take me wherever he has in mind and start to wonder when he heads towards the far end of the Chasm. I look up at him questioningly but he doesn't look back at me as he starts to lead me down a path I never even knew existed, and I've been here longer than him.
The path is slippery from the spray coming off the Chasm and I almost lose my footing on several occasions, but Four's grip on my hand never falters. As we reach the bottom of the path and onto some rocks my foot catches on a jagged rock and I fly forwards. I throw my hands forward to protect my face but the blow never comes. Instead big hands wrap around my waist and pull me up to them, keeping a tight grip on me whilst I gather my dignity. "Sorry," I mutter feeling my cheeks flush. Well, that was embarrassing and I will probably never get over it.
"Don't apologize." I look up and my eyes immediately lock with his, brown on blue, and I am all too aware of his hands on my waist, as I reach up on my tiptoes, my lips merely centimetres away from his.
Will they kiss? Will romance finally blossom? You'll have to wait for the next chapter! I promise I will try to update ASAP
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