Chapter 2
I love writing in Four's POV
Four POV
The Initiates that made it this far should be jumping soon.
"Who do you think will jump first?" Lauren asks me.
"No doubt it's gonna be Uriah," I answer. Uriah is like a little brother to me. I've gotten close to his since my best friend is Zeke, who is his older brother. Zeke is also my year in Dauntless.
"Here they come," Says Lauren.
I look up and see Max standing at the edge of the building. I notice what big gestures he uses when he talks.
"It looks like he's going to fall," I scoff. It does look like he's going to fall, anyone would. I can't even be up that high, let alone stand at the edge.
Finally he moves away from the edge and gestures for someone to jump. I smile at the thought of Uriah flailing his arms as he falls. I see hair being blown in the wind, a girl. It can't be Marlene, she has brown hair. The hair that's being blown is blond.
"Know any blond Dauntless borns?" I ask Lauren.
"Lynn, but her hair is buzzed," Zeke says as he jogs up to me.
"Aren't you supposed to be in the control room?" I ask him.
"What? I can't miss Uriah screaming," He laughs, I see his jaw drop as he looks up, wide-eyed. "Holy shit!" He exclaims, pointing at the gray object falling from the rooftop.
The net cradles the girl's body. She's small, like the impact from the fall should have crushed her. I'm still in shock, I extend my hand amongst the others to help her off the net. I reach out farther than the others so she will grab my hand, and she does. Her small hand encloses around mine. She slides to the edge of the net. I grab her waist and lift her before she falls to the ground. She weighs nothing. She dusts herself off and nods her head in gratitude.
"What's your name stiff?" She looks familiar, I try not to make eye contact hoping it will stop her from recognizing me.
"Trissy!" Says Uriah as he helps himself off the net.
"Trissy?" I ask her with a confused look on my face. I don't know any Abnegation with that name.
"Tris," She says, rolling her eyes at Uriah.
"First Jumper, Tris!" I exclaim.
"Welcome to Dauntless," I whisper to her, while putting my hand on her back to escort her to where the transfers will stand.
Once all the initiates have jumped I go to talk to lauren in the hall.
"What is it, Four?" she asks me.
"I need to trade with you," I plead.
"No way, like I'd take those gimps," She says smiling.
"Please," I'm desperate now. I can't risk Tris remembering me.
"Fine, but you owe me," She says shaking my hand.
I thank her and go into the room of initiates. As I walk over to the Dauntless borns I look over at the transfers, Tris in particular. She talks to a Candor girl who is about a foot taller than her, with dark skin and short, brown hair. I look back at Tris. She's so small, beautiful though. I continue walking but keep watching her introduce herself to the others. I don't realize how long I've been staring until she locks eyes with me. Her eyes are a blue-gray colour, big. She doesn't look away, and neither do I.
"Four!" Max screams. I look at him now, "What are you doing? I called your name three times already."
"Sorry, what do you need?" I ask still unfocused because of Tris.
"What I said was where do you think you're going?" He says putting a finger to my chest.
"The Dauntless borns," I stammer, "I traded with Lauren."
"No, you're not," He says putting his hand down.
"I'm not?" I ask.
"No, because or else I have to do paperwork explaining why you switched. Can you tell me why?"
"No reason," I say trying to sound casual.
"Good," He says ushering me by the shoulders over to the transfers and shoving me into them. I regain my balance and gesture for the transfers to follow me so I can give them a tour of the place.
"My name's Four."
"Four like the number, four," The Candor girl asks.
"Exactly like the number," I say in a quiet voice, as I walk towards the pit, "This is the pit, this is where the life of Dauntless."
I lead them to the beds to where they'd be sleeping.
"You will be sleeping here, no assigned beds so choose where you want." I notice Tris taking a bed beside the Candor transfer, Peter. On her other side an Erudite transfer, Will. The bunk above her is Christina, the Candor girl she was talking to earlier. I've been staring too long.
"Tonight you have off, tomorrow we start training. Be in the training room at eight in the morning," I say scanning the eyes of the initiates.