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*REVISED 6/30/14*

Chapter VII. Secret and Dinner

TRIS

I look up at them, bracing myself for the yells. Zeke, Uriah, and Will are clenching their fists. Christina runs up to me and hugs me, crying. I let tears fall onto my cheeks. Uriah is clenching his fists so hard, his knuckles are turning purple. His face is red with fury.

"THAT BITCH! I WILL MAKE THAT F-" Before Uriah can exclaim more profanities, Zeke covers his mouth.

"Tris… We didn't know. We will protect you from that bastard." Zeke says, and Will and Christina nod in agreement. Uriah nods the best he can, but Zeke holds him in a headlock. He breaks out of his grip and we all hug again.

-o0o-

I open my new black training bag Christina bought for me, and place my gun I got from the train that night, my lucky throwing knife I stole from Uriah, and additional smaller knives inside it, also from the train.

I put on the new black training outfit Christina helped me choose out. It's a black long sleeve and black shorts. I put my hair up in a pony and look at my reflection in the dormitory that they provide us to share. Christina comes up to me. "Hey Tris! Make up time!"

"Please no!" I hate makeup.

"PLEASE!"

"NO!"

Christina harrumphs. "PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I can't take this anymore. "ALRIGHT! FINE! JUST PLEASE SHUT UP!" I concede.

She smirks. I close my eyes and feel them being coated in something, and my lips covered in something wet.

-o0o-

"All done!" I open my eyes and gasp. In the mirror, I see a girl with golden blonde hair in an intricate ponytail, eyes that stand out with eyeliner, gold eye shadow outlining them, and lips with light pink lip gloss.

"Thanks Christina! You're awesome!" I stand up and give her a hug.

"No problem. Anything for my best friend." We exchange smiles. I just met this girl, and she already considers me a best friend.

"Come on, we're late for dinner ladies." Will walks in. Christina scoffs. I smile and roll my eyes. We walk through the pit, and I am already greeted with catcalls and wolf whistles. Christina looks proud of her handiwork, and I can't blame her, she's awesome with makeup. By the time we arrive at the dining hall, I am asked out several times. Uriah is there.

"Hey Uri!" He smiles.

"Hey Trissy, Chrissy, Willy!"

Will scoffs. "I hate that name…" he mumbles.

"Too bad Willy!" Christina smiles. Will smiles back.

Chemistry!

Since the Dauntless born are sitting with their own instructor, I sit with Will and Christina. Somehow, I find myself in a table in the corner of the room between Christina and Four. Will is on Christina's left.

I look at the platter in front of me. Circular pieces of meat wedged between pieces of bread, hamburgers? I think?

I grab one and put ketchup on it. "This is pretty good!" I say, taking a bite.

Will and Christina take a bite and smile.

Four looks at me with astonishment, then masks it with his instructive demeanor. "I thought Stiffs don't eat meat?" He says.

Ugh. I roll my eyes at the word 'Stiff'. "Well I'm not a Stiff anymore, now am I?" I smirk and continue with my burger.

-o0o-

Christina and Will are talking about tattoos and I listen in. Suddenly, the door opens and all conversations stop. Even Edward and Myra stop smacking lips. Whispers come amongst the room when Eric walks in. Hurray.

I overhear conversations of the other Dauntless members. "Didn't the hot stiff embarrass Eric?"

"Eric and Stiff sittin' in a tree…" That one makes me nearly barf. Christina leans over to Four.

I immediately feel something new…jealousy. No, Christina is with Will, or I hope she is. My plate with a half-eaten burger suddenly becomes interesting. I overhear snippets of their conversation.

"Who's that?" Christina hisses.

"That's Eric, a Dauntless leader. The one Tris embarrassed." I blush.

"How old is he?" I join in.

"Eighteen." Four says. I am shocked, but I mask it.

Christina, however, lets her shock show. "But he's so young!" She asks, surprised. Four looks her dead in the eye.

If looks could kill…

"Age doesn't matter here." He remarks, turning back to his food. Christina looks at me, and I shrug. I keep my head down to avoid Eric, strangely Four does too. I hear a thump and look up to be face to face with many piercing boy.

Eric.

He smirks. In the corner of my eye, I see Four stiffen and his fists clench.

What?

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" He smiles his cold sneer. "This is Christina, and Will," Eric interrupts Four.

"The Stiff?" Eric looks me over with his cruel, ruthless eyes. I involuntarily shiver.

"Tris," Four said firmly. Eric glances at my face. I knew I wasn't ugly according to all the boys that talk to me.

"You're all muscle." He looks me up and down with a disgusting perverted grin. I did grow muscles over the past months, between training secretly and carrying boxes of food to the Factionless. "How flexible are you initiate?"

I glare at him. Four speaks.

"What do you want Eric?" Eric rolls his eyes and looks at me. His eyes gleam and he smirks.

Uh oh.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something, little Trissy. How was your little act earlier?" He taunts.

"Fun. It was hilarious embarrassing you." I smirk.

"BURN!" Zeke yells from across the room. By now, I notice everyone in the room have stopped what they're doing and turned to the scene between Eric and an initiate.

"Listen here, Stiff. I don't let anyone embarrass me. Alright?!" He sneers.

I put on a mocking thinking face. I curl my fingers underneath my chin. "Hmm… No wonder you don't let others embarrass you. I mean, you do it enough for yourself easily anyway."

"OHHHH BURN!" Erupts in the cafeteria. Eric gives me a dirty look.

"Watch it, Stiff." The same words from earlier.

"What would I have to watch?" I say, mischievously. He gets up and glares at me.

By now, Christina, Will, and Four are stifling a laugh and the whole cafeteria is either doing the same or cracking up.

"Four." Four turns to Eric, who's tapping his calloused fingers on the table.

"What've you been doing lately, Four?" Four raises an arm uncomfortably.

"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up. He requested that I find out what's going on with you."

Are they…friends? Doesn't seem like it, because the tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold."

Four looks at him with a look that says, 'Just shut up'.

"And you aren't interested."

"I haven't been interested for two years."

Interested for what?

"Well, let's hope he gets the point them." Eric claps Four on the shoulder a little too hard to be friendly, as if stating his dominance, and leaves. Four visually relaxes.

I can't control my curiosity, and from the looks of things, Christina can't either. The cafeteria resumes to normal Dauntless volume; screaming. "Are you two…friends?"

Four looks at me.

"We were in the same initiate class. He's from Erudite." I see Will frown.

"Were you a transfer too?"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I thought I only had to deal with Candor smart-mouths asking questions," I see Christina frown, but nod in approval. "Now I've got Stiffs too?"

I frown. "It must be because you're so approachable. You know, like a bed of nails."

He glares at me. "Be careful Tris." He leaves as Zeke calls him over to another table.

I turn back to Christina and Will, who can't control their laughter. "What's so funny?"

"The way you told Eric off! Then Four! Do you have a death wish or something?!"

We all laugh.

I feel arms wrap around my waist, and instinctively, I elbow the person hard in the gut.

I hear a familiar yelp and Will and Christina fall backwards on the floor laughing.

I turn around and notice the arms belonged to Uriah, who is in a fetal position on the floor clutching his crotch. "MY…BALLS." He gasps.

I fall backwards and crack up alongside Christina and Will. Uriah begins laughing. We get up, and I help Uriah up. "Damn Tris! First telling off the top two intimidating people in Dauntless, then elbowing me in the balls. Badass!" Uriah says.

I laugh. "Sorry Uri." We hug, and I see the majority of the boys in Dauntless glare at Uriah.

But I don't care.

I am Dauntless.

I let go and smile at him. Uriah smiles, then looks like he remembers something. "Oh yeah! Christina, Will, Trissy, tonight Zeke and I-"

He is cut off by Zeke running up and tackling Uriah down, then he sits on him.

"We're throwing a party tonight at my apartment. Uriah here will pick you up from the dorms after training around 8, right Uri?"

Uriah nods yes. "NOW GET THE HELL OFF ME FATASS!" Uri yells. I look at Chris and Will and they return the same look I give them.

We laugh.

Zeke mocks hurt and holds a hand to his heart. "I thought you loved me Uri!"

He faints on top of Uriah. Now we are cracking up. Uriah manages to get up.

"You are such a fatass! Eating Dauntless cake all the time!" Uriah says in a jokingly manner. Zeke smirks. "Please. You eat more cake than me!" Uriah's smirk falls, and he blushes. He stutters. "T-That's no-not true!"

"IS TOO!"

"IS NOT!"

"IS TOO!"

"IS NOT!"

"IS TOO!"

"SHUT UP!" I scream. We all fall on the floor laughing again. Our laughter is stopped when Four stands up and addresses the initiates. I give Uriah and Zeke a hug as Uriah goes off with Lauren and Zeke goes to control room duty. Christina, Will, and I walk over to Four. We walk to the dormitory, and I change into shorts and a long sleeve shirt with the help of Christina covering me.

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