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I picked at my food, Eric's words still fresh in my mind. I've been asking myself the same question. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I couldn't get a read off him and I don't think I would ever be able to.

"So you're seriously not gonna tell us what happened this morning?" Jake snapped me out of my daze as I looked at him. He was seated across from me next to Aidan while Kristen and Olivia sat on either side of me.

"Maybe one day," I smirked.

"Wow. You suck." he pouted. I gave him a patronizing smile and he rolled his eyes. I looked over Jake's shoulder and was greeted by the sight of Zeke and Shauna as they approached our table.

"Four told us what happened this morning," Zeke looked as if he was suppressing a smirk and Shauna elbowed him in the side. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." I answered grimly. Jake shot me a nasty glare, upset that the two older Dauntless knew what he didn't.

"Since it seemed you've had a rough day," Shauna started, "we figured we treat you and your friends to a little treat." She smiled at us kindly, but I could tell by her tone that her 'treat' would probably end up with us in trouble.

"Oh yeah?" Aidan raised his eyebrow in question.

"Meet us on the roof in after you've finished eating," Zeke looked over his shoulder as Four walked towards us. "Make sure nobody sees you." As the last word made its way out of his mouth, him and Shauna turned on their heels, quickly making their way out of the dinning hall. They whisked past Four, not giving him a chance to ask what business they had talking to us.

Four shot me a confused look as he finally reached our table. I just shrugged my shoulders in response. Before he had a chance to bring up whatever it was he wanted to ask, I spoke first.

"Was it really necessary to tell them about the Eric thing this morning?" I gave him a dirty look and he returned it with a cold expression. That expression reminding me that he was my instructor, not brother, in public. Talking to him so casually was not something I should be doing, but seeing that I sass Eric all the time I'm sure Jake and the rest of them wouldn't find it out of place.

"I'm your instructor, I can do whatever I damn well please," he crossed his arms as he spoke. "I just wanted to come over here and ask if you learned your lesson about mouthing off to leaders?"

I chuckled and looked up at him. "Nah, I've been through worse. Eric's gonna have to step it up if he wants to do any damage."

I could physically see his jaw tense and anger line his features. I could tell he wanted to say something brotherly, but was bitting his tongue. Instead, he settled with, "Whatever. It's your funeral, Stiff." With that he turned away from us and walked off in the opposite direction.

I heard Jake sigh, but he said nothing as he got up and out of his seat. "Come on, Little Rebel. Let's go see what Zeke and Shauna have waiting for us." The rest of our group got to their feet and followed Jake as he led the way to the roof. I had never been to this part of the compound. I continuously looked over my shoulder, making sure no one noticed where we were going.

By the time we made it to the roof, the sun was setting off in the distance, causing the light to outline Zeke and Shauna as they stood ten or so feet from the edge. They waved us over and we complied. "Ah there they are." Shauna smiled.

I looked next to the two Dauntless member and saw several beers and a bottle of liquor. "Our welcome to Dauntless gift." The pair of them handed us each a bottle. Jake and Aidan began to drink from the brown bottles without second thought. It took Olivia and Kristen a moment before the gave in to the temptation and took a sip as well. I on the other hand, stood there staring at it.

"It's not gonna bite you," Zeke teased.

"I know that, Stupid," I looked between my friends and the bottle.

"I just feel like I'm gonna regret this decision tomorrow," I caved and took a swig from the bottle. The taste was bitter as it ran down my throat.

"Oh, you will," Shauna confirmed, laugher lining her words.

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Several beers and a bottle of liquor later we all stumbled back to the dorms as Zeke and Shauna headed to their apartments. I'm not gonna lie, I had a blast, but the dizziness was not a welcomed feeling. Neither was the urge to vomit.

As Kristen, Olivia, and I made it to our beds, I dropped onto my mattress. "I knew I was gonna regret this…" The last thing I remembered was the giggle that my comment earned from the girls as I slipped into unconsciousness.

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My head pounded as I threw another knife. It was low and off to the right. Holy shit I regretted last night. I'd never regretted anything more in my entire life up to this moment. As my brother stalked up and down the line of initiates he stopped next to me.

"What'd I tell you about your stance?" He kicked my feet together. If I wasn't burdened with a hangover, I might have kept my balance, but I nearly fell. He threw me a suspicious look. He leaned close to my face, looking at my bloodshot eyes. "You're hungover."

Shit. "No…"

"Are you serious right now?" he scolded me lowly. "Drinking during initiation will get your ass in serious trouble. Add the fact that you're throwing is pretty shitty right now will hurt your ranking in the long run."

"I'm fine! Leave me alone. I can do what I want in my spare time," I hissed back. "My throwing is still better than half the people in this room." This arguing was not helping my headache.

My brother continued to stand next to me as I threw. "Is there a problem here?" The knife slipped from my hand as someone spoke from behind me, startling me. The knife clanged against the floor as it bounced off the wooden target. "That was pathetic," Eric criticized.

"It slipped," I growled. It was his fault too.

"Well, go get it," he commanded. I looked at him like he had grown a second head.

"What? Why? It slipped!"

"Go. Get. It." His icy eyes bore into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. They were still in the process of throwing! I sighed, rolling my eyes, not wanting to argue.

"This is fucking ridiculous…" I muttered as I made my way down the range as confidently as possible. I picked up the stray knife when I reached the target. I turned, giving Eric a mocking smile and held it up to prove to him that I had grabbed it. "As a matter of fact, stay there and stand in front of the target."

"What?" I questioned. I swear to god I was temped to throw this knife at him.

"You heard me," I leaned again the target, my hands at the small of my back. "Everybody stop!" he shouted. The sound of knives hitting the wood and hitting the floor ceased. Eric picked up four knives from my table. "You're gonna stand there while I throw these knives at you," he announced. What? Had he lost his mind? "If you flinch, you're out." Great.

"Eric…" Four's jaw tensed. He didn't like this situation anymore than I did.

Eric ignored him and flipped one of the four knives in his hand. In one swift motion, he brought the knife up and sent it flying in my direction. My finger nails dug into the wood as it hit a few inches to the right of my head. I can't do this. I looked at my brother and he gave me an assuring nod. He pointing to himself, telling me silently to just focus on him, but I had another idea.

"Aw come on, Eric," I mocked. Four shook his head disapprovingly. But little did he know, that ruffling Eric feathers put my nerves at ease. Why? I don't know why, but it made me think about the comeback instead of the knives.

"Careful, Stiff," Eric smirked. He was enjoying this.

The second one he sent hurling stuck an inch from my head this time. "I don't think I have anything to worry about, to be honest," I smirked back.

"Learn," He threw the next one and it was less than an inch from my neck. "to keep your mouth shut, Stiff, before I shut it for you." I knew that where he wanted the knives to end up is where they hit. He was deliberately getting closer.

I didn't have a response this time, I just gave him a cocky smirked. I was terrified on the inside, but I refused to show him that. He flipped the last one in his hands a couple of times, like he was debating something in his head. He sent the last one flying towards me, but this time, I didn't have to look where it stuck, I felt it. He hit me on purpose.

I whimpered as the metal ripped through my side. I now had a half inch deep gash in my right side. I could feel a warm liquid start to run down my hip. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as I looked at Eric as he spoke. I couldn't let him see how much pain I was in.

"You need to watch yourself," Eric stated in a low tone of voice. "We train soldiers, not rebels," I just simply nodded, looking down at the blood that was now running down my leg. It was nothing serious, but it hurt like a bitch.

"We're done for today. Get out." And with that, the crowd of initiates turned and made their way out of the training room, Eric following them. I slid the knife out of me and the target, my blood staining it. My eyes lifted to see Eric passing a punching bag. I don't know why, but my blood began to boil and I threw the knife, not giving it a second thought.

The knife pierced the edge of the punching bag, barely a foot away from Eric's head. It was the closes I could get without the knife going airborne or actually hitting him. I watched him as he stopped in his tracks. I could tell he was surprised by my actions as his body tensed, but I didn't stick around to wait for his reaction as I made my way out of one of the side doors and to the infirmary.

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