Short chapter, but I'll probably post chapter 5 later tonight.
Chapter 4
Tris POV
Uriah runs up to my along with Lynn and Marlene.
"What are you doing here?" Lynn asks.
"I don't know, someone left me this note," I say pulling the note out of my back pocket.
"Well good!" Uriah shouts, "This is not something you want to miss."
"Does Four know your here?" Marlene says staring at him as he walks our way, with Zeke and a girl who looks about their age.
"Hey little bro," Zeke shouts putting Uriah in a choke hold.
"What are you doing here, Stiff?" Says Four.
I go to answer but Eric walks up to me and wraps an arm around me.
"This is the first jumper, Four," Eric slurs, clearly drunk.
"I'm Shauna," The girl says.
"Tris," I say sliding out from Eric's arm.
The train then shows and Four begins running, myself following after. I notice how he pulls himself up showing off the muscles in his arms. He then turns around and holds out his hand for me to grab. I decline the offer by lifting myself in with little trouble. He than smiles at me. I look out the door to the cart where Eric is tripping over himself trying to catch up to the train. I laugh, which gets the attention of Four. He comes and stands behind me laughing along with Uriah and I. I feel his laughs on my neck. Once Eric gets into the cart he sits down and Zeke begins to explain what we are doing.
"The game is called Dare," He shouts over the wind to me. "It's easy to catch onto. Uriah, you're starting."
"Lynn!" Uriah exclaims, "I dare you to climb over the train."
Lynn doesn't object. She takes the bottle from Zeke's hand and takes a swig of it. She takes off her jacket and grabs onto the frame of the cart using her upper body to lift herself up onto the top of the train. She then pops her head down from the other doorway and falls down swinging her body in after her.
"Eric!" Lynn says, "I dare you to go into Erudite headquarters and pick a fight with the first person you see."
We jump off at Erudite headquarters and Eric sprints straight it yelling at the guy at the front desk. We all laugh as Eric's words start to slur together into gibberish.
"Tris," He says coming over to me and leaning against the train door with one hand. "I dare you to kiss me."
I hear whistles and catcalls. I look around and everyone is grinning, waiting for me to do it. Everyone but Four. Who looks angry, with every muscle in his body flexed. I make eye contact with him and he looks away fast. What's up with him?
"Come on!" Eric says playfully. "Just a peck on the cheek."
I go to kiss his cheek when Eric is flung back by the shirt. Four stands between us and looks at his watch casually.
"It's time to head back!" He shouts.
Everyone laughs and we all sit down and wait for the train to reach Dauntless headquarters.
The floor is crowded with people so I stand.
"Trissy, you can sit on my lap if you want," Uriah says.
"Here," Four says clearing a spot for me to sit. I go to sit down between Four and Eric. Eric then turns so he's facing me.
"You never got to finish your dare," He says moving closer.
Thankfully Zeke, sits on Eric nudging him to make space for himself.
"You want some?" He asks me holding up a glass bottle of alcohol.
Four grabs it from his hand, "No alcohol for the initiates, I'm not losing my job over this."
"Not losing your virginity either," Eric laughs.
Zeke punches Eric in the leg and Eric winces.
"Come on, Four," Uriah whines, "Just one shot?"
"Fine, but once we get to the pit." Four gives in.
We all stand up and jump off until I'm the last one on the train. I see Four waiting for me to jump. I move to the back and run forward. I land on one foot, falling forward and being caught by Four whose knee is now bleeding from the scrape of the asphalt.
"Thanks," I say smiling at him still in his arms.
"No problem," He says helping me up and dusting himself off.
"I'll walk you back to the dorms."
We walk to the dorm hallway and he leans against the wall hooking his thumbs in his belt loops.
"Why'd you pull Eric away?" I ask leaning against the wall in front of him.
He scratches the back of his neck, "It was time to go," He says looking anywhere but my eyes. I feel like he's lying.
"Also do you know who wrote the note?" I ask.
"No, I don't," He says scratching the back of his neck again.
"You know I don't need to be Candor to figure out you're lying," I say smiling and pivoting my feet and walking to my bunk