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Chapter XI. Hangover
Tris
Four somehow slightly reddens and tenses up and I blush too.
Uriah glares at him. He gets up, lending his hand out for me to grab. We walk over to the closet.
This is normal right? Playing seven minutes in heaven with your instructor?
"We don't have to do anything." I say.
He nods, and looks at the floor.
I avoid his gaze.
"So...How's life?" I say, trying to break the silence. He chuckles.
"So far...okay, I guess."
For the rest of the time, it's a really awkward silence.
The door opens, and Zeke looks sad that it looks like we didn't do anything.
We walk back, and Uriah relaxes once he sees me without messed up hair and make-out lips, for an example, look at Will and Christina making out right now.
"AHEM!" I clear my throat.
They pull away and blush. "Who's up for Never Have I Ever?"
"HELL YEAH!" Uriah yells. Zeke gets a large bottle of tequila and eight shot glasses. "The rules are simple, if you did that thing, you take a sip. Whoever takes the most shots loses. We go in a clockwise order, around the circle." We nod.
Zeke goes first, "Never have I ever…sang a song."
Everyone but me takes a drink. They look at me in shock. "Abnegation." Is what I say. They nod in understanding. I'm next.
"Never have I ever…" I pause, trying to think of something to say. "Gotten drunk."
Everyone takes a shot, and they all exchange a look that says, 'let's get Tris drunk'.
Great. I just HAD to say that.
Christina says, "Never have I ever played 'Seven minutes in heaven' three times in one game." I am the only who takes a shot.
"Never have I ever gone against faction rules." Will says. I hesitantly take a shot. I don't feel so good.
-o0o-
This continues on until I end up drinking the whole bottle of tequila. I hiccup.
"I don't" I hiccup. "Feel so" I hiccup again. "Good."
I hear laughs.
"Let's call it a night. Since Tris is overly drunk and will have a massive hangover, she will be written out of fights." A handsome boy with dark blue enchanting eyes says.
"You're hot. Same with you." I say, pointing at another hot boy with tanned skin and kind, caring dark brown eyes. They both blush.
"Bye guys!" A girl who looks just like Christina says.
Where is she anyways? Where'd everyone go?!
I feel myself be carried to a bed. "Night Tris."
Who's Tris? I black out.
-o0o-
The next morning, I wake up with searing pain in my head. I moan. What happened last night?
"Morning Tris." Christina says, stifling a laugh.
"What happened?" I moan.
"You got drunk and Four and I brought you back to the dorms."
"Oh."
I hold my head as the world swirls around.
"Let's go, we have fights." She says.
I look down to find myself dressed in a black training outfit.
"Where'd my dress go?" I ask.
"I kind of had to change you, its fine, I've already seen your scars," She blushes.
I blush too. "Well thankfully, you're a girl. Let's go."
We walk to the training room-well I try my best to walk in my slight drunkenly state-to meet up with the other initiates in the training room.
I gulp.
We stand in a line in front of Four and Eric, who is writing something on the board.
I meet Four's gaze, and he looks away after a bit. I'm guessing tension's still aside from the awkwardness last night.
"Since there are an odd number of you, one of you won't be fighting today." Four says, and Eric turns away and steps from the board, letting us see the fight pairings written neatly in chalk on the chalkboard.
Edward/Myra
Drew/Peter
Will/Al
Christina/Molly
Tris/
A sigh I didn't know that I held in releases. I bet Eric purposely matched up Edward and Myra, Edward will probably spare his own girlfriend, but as Will told us that he has been taking fighting lessons back in Erudite for eight years, I highly doubt he will risk his ranking.
Why am I not fighting today?
"Because you are in a hangover Tris!" Christina hurriedly whispers from my right.
Oops. Looks like I didn't keep my thoughts to myself. I put a hand up to my forehead, the pounding increasing.
"This isn't good," She says, nudging me and catching my short-drunk attention span. "I'm up against the Tank."
"The Tank?" I search for Christina's name, through my slight blurry vision, landing next to Molly.
"Yeah. Peter's slightly more feminine-looking minion." My fists somehow clench.
Even drunk, I will never forget what Peter did to me.
And a friend of Peter's will always be an enemy of mine.
She really does look like him.
"Those four," Christina points at Peter (UGH) and his minions, Al, Drew, and Molly. "Have been inseparable since they have crawled out of the womb, practically. I hate them." I scoff.
"Got that right. I hate them even more than you can imagine." My fists unclench, which I now notice have changed in an array of colors from red to white to purple.
-o0o-
I look back to Will and Al fighting. Edward and Peter won their fights, whom I scowl at. I see Al punch Will hard in the jaw. I wince slightly.
I was hoping Will would kick Al's butt.
Christina and I've been gossiping about Peter and his minions and him and Molly catch us staring at them, and I nudge Christina and we share the same mischievous glance in our eyes.
We turn to them and wave, flashing obvious fake smiles.
"I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind," I loudly whisper. I wish they weren't even part of humankind, especially Peter.
Christina laughs.
We look back to see Al and Will just circling each other. Even if Al is part of Peter's hostile group, he is quite peaceful. I think he'd survive better in Amity.
He probably only transferred to Dauntless because of his 'friends'.
Eric sighs sarcastically and checks his watch. He begins to circle them.
"Do you think this is a leisure activity? Should we break for nap-time? Fight each other!" He voice drips with sarcasm.
"But..." Al looks up nervously, meeting Eric's evil gaze. "Is it scored or something? When does the fight end?"
"It ends when one of you is unable to fight." Eric says, clearly annoyed.
"According to Dauntless rules, one of you could also concede." Four interrupts.
"According to the old rules. In the new rules, no one concedes." He and Four have a glare-off. I could easily win a fight-depending on who it is-but if it's someone I hate,
Prepare to die.
"A brave man acknowledges the strength of others." I'm looking at two kinds of Dauntless; the honorable, and the ruthless.
And I already hate the ruthless.
"A brave man never surrenders."
They glare at one another for a few seconds. Four is the one to look away, which is smart, as he is a lower position than Eric and could easily become Factionless.
Al shakes his head. "This is ridiculous. What's the point of beating him up? We're in the same faction!" Well, I see where Al gets his cockiness from.
"Oh you think it's going to be that easy? Go on. Try to hit me, slowpoke." I look at Will.
"WOO! GO WILL!" Christina and I cheer. It takes guts to stand up to someone bigger than you. I wish I had been able to that day...
-o0o-
After a long fight, Four ended up helping Will to the infirmary. Al smirks and walks back to Peter and Molly, who smirk and high-five him.
I scowl.
"Christina and Molly."
They step up to the blood-stained mat.
"Begin!"
When they get into their fighting stances, that's when I notice how fair their pairing is. They are both tall, but Molly is much more broad than slender Christina.
Molly pummels her, and it takes all my will not to demolish Molly right now.
My fingernails dig into my palms, and I feel blood racing and I look at my palm to see several thin holes with blood gushing out. I shrug off the pain.
Christina is kicked onto the floor. "Stop!" She wheezes. "Stop."
"Stop? Get up." Eric snarls, pulling up Christina by the arm so rough, I bet her shoulder could've been dislocated.
He sighs and pulls her away. "Follow!" We all follow. I look back to see Peter, Molly, and Al smirking and snickering.
I growl and try my best to calm down.
And not put them in the infirmary.
He drops Christina into the chasm, and she grabs onto the bar.
"Hang here. Five minutes, give up and become Factionless, or die."
I gulp, and anger purses through me, the pounding in my head suddenly disappearing.
"I'll do it." Everyone's gaze turns to me and I mentally facepalm.
My mouth sometimes...
But I can't chicken out.
I WILL NOT BE A PANSYCAKE!
God, Uriah is rubbing off on me WAY too much.
"You can't take her place. But you can hang over the chasm with her." Eric offers, sadistically smiling. I have the sudden urge to flip him off.
"Sure." I shrug likes it's no big deal. Edward and Al gape, while Molly and Peter are smirking.
I climb carefully over the railing and hang next to Christina who looks at me wide-eyed.
"Tris! What the hell are you doing!"
"You know, just hanging around." I smirk.
She laughs. "How could you make a joke at a time like this?" Her voice starts to become strained.
"But still, you didn't have to do this!" She complains.
"Christina, I am your best friend. I have to."
And, because I sort of had to because I couldn't chicken out.
What feels like eternity, but only is a matter of minutes, how many I am not sure of, passes by.
I hear a giant 'WOOSH' and I feel freezing cold water coming from the waterfall in the side of the chasm pound hard on my back. Christina lets out a blood-curling scream.
I wince, taking in a sharp breath. Our clothes are soaking wet, and the water pounds on our hands, loosening our grip.
"One minute!" I hear Eric's voice yell.
The water comes on with much more force then it did before.
The pounding was much worse than the pounding sensation that occurred in my head earlier.
The white water rushes all over us, and Christina next to me hangs by one hand.
"CHRIS!" I gasp.
The water pounds onto her white knuckles and her grip falls from the metal bar.
"TRIS!" She screams.
"CHRISTINA!" I feel tears prickling at me eyes-which has not happened for so long.
Suddenly my body lurches downward and I feel weight pulling on my leg and I look down and see Christina latching onto my legs with a death grip, hanging on for dear life.
I hear multiple gasps.
"HANG ON!" I shout.
Her weight pulls me down by the second. I readjust my grip tightly onto the metal bar.
The water pounds onto me, and I hang by one hand. More gasps and cries.
Cries? Edward is the only one up there last time I checked that doesn't absolutely hate me.
"TIME!" I hear Eric's voice scream.
I somehow regain my grip with both hands and push up onto the bar with all my strength, Christina's grip on my legs getting tighter, and grab onto Edward's hand. More arms attach and I look up to see a teary-eyed Uriah and Marlene, while Lynn is fuming and glaring at Eric.
They pull us up onto the ground. I clutch the rocky pit floor. It takes all my will to push onto my muscles to stand up, but if fails and Uriah helps me up while Lynn and Marlene help up Christina. They engulf us in a hug, and Christina grips onto me, sobbing.
My whole body is achy and my skin is prune-tight wrinkly from the water beating onto me.
I look around to see that two initiates hanging off the chasm has attracted the Dauntless born initiates, who are worried, and Lauren, who frowns.
Christina's sobs somehow manage me to escape one free tear.
I comfort her, whispering reassuring thoughts into her ear.
"It's okay, we're here now, shh..." She sobs harder.
I see Peter and Molly grinning and snickering. Al has a somewhat forced smile, but still joins in. I glare at all of them with my best death glare. Peter scoffs and I flip him off with my right hand over Christina's shoulder. Laughter erupts.
He glares at me and I smirk.
"Training dismissed. Fights again tomorrow! You have the rest of the day off, same with you Dauntless born!" Eric says.
OMG I NEARLY CRIED WRITING THAT! Tris doing that JUST for her best friend! FRIENDSHIP FOREVAHHHHH. P.S. The whole time Four was at the infirmary with the other initiates that lost their fights, just to clarify.
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