My knuckles constantly ache. Training is horrible! I had to fight Puck yesterday; he beat me up quite bad. I roll over in my bed and pull myself up. I must be late; no one else is in the dormitory. I grab a brush, some clothes and run to the bathroom. The first thing I see is the reflection of me in the mirror. My left eye is dark purple/blue, and I have scratches on my arms. I pull off my nightie, put on a pair of black trousers and a loose black top. I then tie my hair back. I return my things to the dorm and head down to breakfast. When I enter the large hall, the first things I am greeted by are the smell of sausages and one of Tris' evil looks. I smile in return which sends her looking away. I walk past her toward the table where Puck and Mr Schue sit. I see Quinn walking towards them with a plate of food. She is wearing a tight fitting black dress, a leather jacket and some knee high boots. Her golden mane is cascading down her back. She sits down next to Mr Schue. Way, way, way too close to Mr Schue. He smiles to her and says something in her ear that makes her laugh.
"Hey Rachel! How are you?" Mr Schue asks happily.
"Fine, thank you Mr Schue," I reply.
"Please, less of the 'Mr Schue', here I am not your teacher. Call me Will."
"Okay Will," I say testing out how it sounds.
"Will, can I have your spare slice of toast?" Quinn asks.
"Sure." As she leans over and grabs it, Will pushes the hair out of her face. Puck then sighs, slams down his drink and storms off.
"He's a little testy because of me and Will's thing," Quinn explains.
"Thing?" I ask.
"He helped me on the train and we just kind of clicked."
"Oh."
"Rach?" I look over my shoulder and see Four, "Meet me in the training room at midnight," He whispers in my ear. I nod. He walks away.
"Time for training!" exclaims Eric from the other side of the cafeteria. I groan; I haven't had any breakfast yet.
"Now today, you are going to be practising your fighting technique," Eric begins as we get to the training hall.
"You are going to start on the punch bags," orders Four. We begin punching and kicking the bags as Four slowly walks around.
"You need to turn slightly to maximise effect," Four whispers in my ear. He then grabs hold of my waist and turns me slightly. I like the feeling of his fingers on me. He looks into my eyes as I look at him. I hear the door opening and look away to see Tris walking towards us. Four's hands fall from my waist.
"Four, a word?" She says, giving us both an evil look. As they walk away I can tell she is going to yell at him. I feel bad.