Hey! So, continuing t or d, anyway, love you all, and right now I'm going to do a poll: how old do you think I am? (Tiny Dancer Ahiru you don't count, sorry) if you review, I will tell you all tomorrow. If you PM, I might as well PM you back right away. If you get it right, you get to request anything you want for the next chapter in both my stories though PMing.
Love, Qwerty
Tris P.O.V:
"Let's see..." Christina rubs her hands together manically. "Tris." My heartbeat races, Christina could be planning anything, at this point, and I don't exactly want to strip off my shirt. "I'm assuming you pick dare?"
I nod.
"I dare you to..." She thinks for a moment, rubbing her cheek. "Run around the pit..." She smirks at me. "Without one piece of clothing of my choice, and sing "
"Only...only one piece of clothing, though?" I ask, considering. She nods. I could get a much worse truth or dare, and I really don't want to sit here in my underwear. "Alright." Christina squeals, and Tobias stiffens beside me. "Tris..." he mutters, warning.
"I know, I know. But I'm dauntless now, am I not?" He grits his teeth and nods, once, but a ghost of a nod. "But don't let anyone...touch you."
"Never." I reply and kiss him lightly. Christina leads me into the hall where she motions for me to pull of my shirt. Oh no. Here it comes. Nice going Tris. Get ready to die of public humiliation. Now I'm only wearing jeans and a black bra. Fabulous. Christina pulls off her white see-through button down shirt, one of the ones with tails at the ends of the buttons and ties the tails, so she's wearing her black tank top. "And you'll sing the rap parts to Blackstreet." Yay...here I go. I walk into the room, spinning around slowly, my face bright red. I hate Christina. Tobias's mouth drops open, and Uriah starts to clap, grinning widely. Zeke catcalls and opens the door for me. I walk out.
Zeke wolf whistles, so everyone's head turns toward us. "Tris over here-" he points to me, "is going to perform something for us!" My face is on fire as I hear catcalls and several different versions of, "Are you single?"
"Um..." I clear my throat. "I'm going to do Blackstreet, everybody." I brace myself.
"It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got RB, collab' creations
Bump like Acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
A dog couldn't catch me ass out
Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavour
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
(what)
I think about the girl all the time (well, well)
East side to the west side
Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
[1] - I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
[Repeat 1 (3x)]
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound,
Baby never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching villains is a no,
Let me tell you how it goes
Curves the words, spins the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You got to pay to play
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trumped tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
[Repeat 1 (4x)]
[2] - Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey! Gotta bag it up, we out."
Clapping and even more catcalls fill the air, drowning out my thank you's. I bow and walk back into Zeke's apartment. And to tell the truth? I'm going to wear this outfit training initiates, too. I like the way it...shows me off. I like that I'm dauntless now, wearing this. Plus, I can show off my ravens and tick Caleb off simultaneously. Maybe I don't hate Christina as much as I thought I did.
hey, it's me! Did ya like it? I love that song. In my next chapter, tomorrow, I'll post how old I am. ;),
Qwerty