I got a lot more feedback than I expected. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, followed and even favorite this story. It encourages me a lot to write. By the way, Bass is just a nickname. I was thinking that a little sister sometimes give their older brothers nicknames when they are still learning to pronounce their names. So I thought that Aundrea could have shortened Tobias's name to Bass because Bias isn't a good nickname for him. Anyway, tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.
Chapter One: Things Change…
I sit in the same spot I did two years ago and sigh as I stare out the window. I'm the only one that comes in here. Right now, I really wish I had him with me again. His rare smile and comforting words, right at the right moment is what I need. He kept his word. He left and that caused quite a stir. My father knew I was the one to push it or at least blamed me. I honestly think he wanted to go, but was scared about how I will be if he did. Well, I made it… Barely. It's the same time as when I came in, around one o'clock in the morning. It's been exactly two years. I only snapped a few times. But the punishments were almost daily. It's made me stronger. Now it's my turn to leave. Make the step that I have been half dredging and half excited for. I did some research on the Dauntless. They are free and almost careless, but over all brave. Which is a good place for him and I. This is a brave step for two people who belong here in abnegation. Or at least according to our tests, but I made a promise. So I'm going to like the dauntless and be brave. This room has long lost the comforting scent of my older brother. I'm glad I get to see him soon. I wonder if he will recognize me. I have changes a lot. Gotten a lot taller and I filled out, at least the last time I checked in the mirror. I might have gotten fat for all I know. My body fits just like his did on this bed. My feet just coming to the edge when I lay down. Luckily, I curl up when I sleep. I shift in the bed until I am lying down and staring out the window. Morning doesn't take long to come.
"Might as well check on him." Last night was one of the days I snapped. Which really made me question my test results. But who cares? I'm not going to stay here. I get up, go to my room to change, and walk down stairs to the kitchen. I don't see anyone in the chair. There are only belts that lay on the table. Three to be exact. I had to use one of Bass's old belts, his belt and had to steal the last one during the six months clothes exchange. Not Abnegation at all to steal from those who need it. But I needed it too. I turn and look at the stove. I see him cooking eggs in a pan.
"You can't secure belts if your life depended on it, Aundrea." I roll my eyes and walk past him and grab two plates from the cabinet next to him. He can't do anything to me, now.
"I wasn't trying to keep them on you past the time I needed." I tell him flatly as I set the plates next to him. "When did you figure out that I just pulled them tight?" I ask with a smirk. I watch as he goes to move the hand that holds the spatula, but stop short.
"Two hours ago." He says with no care. "You're a little…"
"Father, none of that today." I pat his head and walk to the other side of the kitchen and pull out two forks. "It's a special day that we cannot be late for. Your holding the ceremony." I remind him as I walk to set them on the table.
"I didn't forget." He says bitterly. I thought he did, after all he did hit me in the face with the belt and pinned me to the ground.
"Good, so I have to have the bruises today." I roll my eyes.
"Some Abnegation, Ann." He says sarcastically.
"Don't call me by that name. You're tainting it." I spit out. "You're lucky those marks are under your clothes. I respect this faction." I inform him. Seconds later I feel a burning hot pan on my neck. It's hurts bad as it burns me. I bite my lip and hold in the loud scream. When I scream, he does worst. When it leaves my bare neck I hear him laugh.
"Your showing too much skin." He says dryly before smacking me in the back of with the pan. I lurch forward and almost onto the table and let out a small cry. Burnings is one thing I can't handle. I feel the tears fall without much control as I notice that I'm right over the belts. "You need to learn your place." He whispers into my ear. "You are too selfish." I grab the belt as I understand what he is planning to do. He is going to pin me to the ground again. "You look so much like your mother." My father says as he sets the pan on the table. This is my chance. I turn and wrap one belt around his neck and pull it tight as I franticly grab one of the others and wrap it around his wrists that are now pawing at his throat. It's not tight enough to kill him, but only to disable him enough to get the second belt around his wrists.
"I told you, I will not hesitate in killing you and exposing all this crap you have done to me and my brother the past decade under that truth serum when the Candor questions me." I stare right into his eyes. I am afraid of him, but I must act like I'm not. My neck and head are searing from the hot pan. He stares back at me, challenging me. "Hell, I plan on going there and I can't wait until the last part of the initiations where I will be under and I will spill all your secrets." I threaten him with this lie. I promised my brother I would join him wherever he chose to go. So dauntless it is. I pull the belt around his neck just a bit tighter and smirk. "I don't like you, but I will respect you as a leader here until I don't have to anymore." I pull the other end of the belt and it falls to the ground and he is able to breath.
"You won't fit there." He says. "You lie all the time." I laugh as I walk to the counter and grab my plate.
"But the point of the initiation is to help you become something." I tell him. "So I will be in due time, father." I grab my fork and head upstairs and to my room. The tears are bad now. I will have to soak my head and neck in ice water to take some pain out. It's not long before he has to leave. He will leave without me and make me look bad for not volunteering to help him set up for today, but I don't care. I need to follow my advice from a long time ago. Be brave. I walk into my bathroom and turn on the shower so its freezing and strip down to nothing and walk in. A shock of pain runs through my body as I pull my hair out of the bun and let the water get to it better.
This is worse than having to be pinned down for days at a time in my own bed by belts. Pining me down is one of his favorite things to do to me. He hopes it will break my spirit if I think he was going to… I don't want to think of that. Burns, burns is what I need to think about. I let the water calm me even through pain runs through me. This is the best thing I can do right now. I don't really have ice. Soon, the pain starts to feel normal and I get out of the shower and dry off. I avoid my neck and my scalp. It will hurt worse. Burning isn't new to me. He started that along with the mental torture soon after Bass left. I miss him in times like this. I pick up my grey clothes on the floor and put on everything, minus the shirt. I need my hooded sweatshirt from my brother's room. So I set my towel on my bed without care and walk to my brother's room with only a bra and pants on. He isn't here anymore. So I am fine. He will never risk his reputation in being late just to fulfill one of his many metal torments that he promised he would do. Sure, I will not let him touch me. Those are the times I lash out. I walk into his room and to the closet and pull on the first one I can find. It's big and that's how the abnegations like it. It's easy to pull on. The hood covers the burn mark on my neck that will blister in a matter of hours and hurt worse. This is one that lasts for a while. I sigh and sit on the bed in the room. Really doesn't feel like his room anymore, but it still comforts me knowing my father doesn't come in here. I won't come back here, not if I can help it.
"Should I leave him a nice gift?"I smirk as I ask myself. I stand up and walk down the stairs. He did leave. His shoes aren't here anymore, so I take this time to walk into the kitchen to find everything where they are supposed to be. I take the plates out and put them in another cabinet. This will be fun. I spend about a half hour mixing up everything in his kitchen and making it look like I did nothing. I move the silverware and cooking supplies up stares and put them in the closet. "Try cooking and eating with your hands." I look at my watch. I'm missed the bus. "Sorry, I have to leave." I say with a fake sad voice before running down the stairs. My shoes are simple enough to slip on and walk out the door.
It takes me a half hour to walk to the Hub, the main building in the city where everything seems to happen. Candors are still smoking as the bus unloads all the abnegation and other factions. My father would have left before them to get there early. I pull my hood on and walk past the group smoking. I don't understand how they can smoke. It hurts my lungs just walking past the smoke. I walk past them and I fit perfectly into the group of grey dressed people. I will miss being able to perfectly fit in the group and not be noticed much. The group ignores the elevators and head to the stairs by the promoting of one our leaders. Mr. Andrew Prior. He has two kids in the Ceremony this year. I don't know them to personally just that they are really nice. The girl is similar like me. She doesn't seem to fit exactly perfectly. I walk up the stairs with the group to the top floor. This part of Abnegation I don't mind. I like the stairs but I do wish that sometimes I can take the elevator and other's being willing to take the stairs. You know, share the walk evenly. We get to the floor and I go to the E section of the sixteen year old as my father starts to talk.
I know the speech, almost too well. So I look at the room. It's the same. Circles around each other. We kids, are on the outermost one and we will have to walk over to him in the inter most one and chose between the five bowls that are supposed to symbolizes each faction. The smooth dark grey stones of abnegation. The hot coals of the Dauntless. The water for Erudite. The dirt for Amity. And finally the glass for Candor. My father thinks I will join them. I hope Bass it here. He will be proud of me. I can barely see the red mark around my father's neck as he speaks. His shirt does a great job at hiding it, but I can still see it. I wonder who else can see it? It's a sign of my defiance against him and his many torturous things he had done to me. My only question is that, will I be able to hold my hand over the coals long enough to let the blood drop on it and not worry about getting burned or hit. He wouldn't do that here. But he might visit, in that case. I will not hold out then.
"Working together, these five factions have lived in peace for many years, each contributing to a different sector of society." I hear him say. He is almost done, and then I can leave him and get out of this place. I wonder how my brother is doing. He must have changed a lot too. After all, he is eighteen now. Two years can change a person more than I thought. I just hope that he never finds out what our father did to me during our time away from each other. Most people will find it stupid about how I miss him, but Bass and I are close. During the countless hours in the closet, it's really hard not to. I hope he is glad I didn't end up killing our father. He isn't all bad after all. Only to his family.
I focus in again and he starts naming off names. I watch as one by one, chose the faction they are from. Well, until a kid named James Tucker. He is from the Dauntless and changed to Candor. The people around me are confused. But he probably just doesn't fit in there. I won't blame him. I don't fit in here, even if my test says so. Most of the names I don't know.
"Cable Prior." I know that one. I watch the older Prior walk to the middle of the room and chose erudite. Why did he choose Erudite? They are the ones spreading crap about people. Some of it's true. The papers did talk about my father. But most people don't believe it in my faction. I don't really blame them. It's unheard of here. I watch as he walks to the Smug Erudites and it's his sister's turn. "Beatrice Prior." My father says and the stunned girl takes a moment to react. She does the same thing, but chooses my chosen faction. Dauntless. The people remain silent. Did they have to go through the same thing I had too? I never noticed the little things I have. So probably not. No one else switches. Until me. "Aundrea Eaton." My father calls out my name. I can't help but stare at the marks on his neck as I pull the hood down and start to walk over to him.
I get to the front and he hands me the knife. My brain tells me to get away from him because he has one, but I over ride it and take it. His eyes are trained on mine as I grip the blade of the knife almost too tightly. I pull my hand away and look at the glass for only a brief second. I will be the second on the transfer to dauntless from Abnegation this year. The stones and coal are right next to each other. I look to both groups on the floor before me. The grey seems dull compared to the black and mixed colors. My eyes go along the Dauntless people and I do not see my brother. I watched him transfer there two years ago now. So I take in a deep breath and look to the blood pooling my right hand and drop it all on the hot coals. I listen to the loud sizzling. Before I hear the people gasp, even my father seems taken off guard by this. I look back at him for only a second and he seems a little scared. I turn back and start walking to the Dauntless faction. They are really quiet at this moment. No one has changed faction when their father or mother is running the ceremony, especially to Dauntless. I stand and tower over the Prior girl. I'm at least six inches taller than her. Maybe even eight. I don't know, but I follow her example and look ahead. The last one is going to Amity and I watch as the Dauntless group starts to run. I look at the girl, Beatrice, next to me and she is running. So I follow her and run with the group.
I am a dauntless now. At least living in the faction. We run down the stairs and I hear laughing and shouting as we go. This is what I was talking about earlier. People willing to take the stairs. Granted, it's not for the same reason, but it's still fun. I watch the Dauntless people run and skip a few steps by jumping. Seems like fun, but I need to learn how to do it first. Some of the new people try it and land on their faces. So I think I will stay away from jumping steps. I just run. When we get to the first floor, the transfers are breathing hard. For some reason, I'm not. I don't care through. The transfers catch their breath the rest of the Dauntless are running. So I run out the door and follow them to the tracks.
"Oh no." I hear some say. "We're supposed to hop on to that thing?"
"Yes." Beatrice says out of breath as we run. I watch the faction members do it with ease. So I copy them. I run along the train and throw myself into the opening as I grab the handle to help. I pull my body up and I lean against the cool wall. It feels good on my scalp. A girl dressed in white and black pull up Beatrice and they both breathe. I'm finally out of breath.
"You alright?" the Candor girl asks and Beatrice nods. "I'm Christina." The girl offers her hand to the Abnegation. Beatrice hesitates before grabbing it.
"Beatrice." She says as she lets go of her hand. We don't shake hands. We are really not allowed to touch each other. We nod our heads in greeting.
"Do you know where we're going?" the Candor asks over the wind.
"Fast train means wind, wind means falling out. Get down." Beatrice says as she sits next to me. The Candor follows her example. "I guess to the Dauntless headquarters." She breaths. "But I don't know where that is."
"Does anyone?" she shakes her head. "It's like they pop out of the ground somewhere or something." That's funny. Most Candors and Amities are funny. I sit there with my scalp being iced until I'm noticed by the candor. "So your Marcus's daughter?" I bite the inside of my lip. I think I get that from my brother.
"Yeah." Beatrice looks at me now. She gives me a tiny smile.
"I think that's unheard of. Two Abnegations transferring, but three? What's going on there?" I glance and Beatrice and she shrug her shoulders.
"Some people just don't fit in with their families chosen faction." I tell her simply. "I guess Beatrice, Cable and I really didn't fit in. even though we tried."
"Makes since. That's why I left." She says. I look at Beatrice.
"I didn't expect him to leave." She whispers to me.
"My father thought I was going to Candor." I smirk as I whisper back.
"You can't fit there." She half laughs.
"Or could I?" we both start laughing and the Candor looks at us.
"Did I miss something?" She asks.
"Nothing. Just saying I told my father I was thinking Candor when he asked a while ago." She looks at me for a moment. "In reality, I was planning on coming here for two years now." Now she laughs.
"Yeah, lying isn't cool there." Christina says. The rest of the way I watch the dauntless members. They are going to jump. I just know it.
"They're jumping off." That's my cue. I stand up and look out the door. Sure enough there is a roof and they are jumping onto it. I wave and smile at Beatrice before hoping off the moving train and onto the roof. My feet hit the roof and my knees hurt like hell. Really didn't think that one through. But anything to get to see my brother again. It's not long before I see Beatrice and Christina get off the train. Not as good as most. I walk over and sigh in relief.
"That was fun." The Candor says. I agree, but just need to work on landing. There is some crying and I look around. There is a girl, dauntless girl, crying over the edge of the roof. I don't even need to see to know what happened.
"Oh Scandalous, the stiff is showing some skin." I hear someone spit out. Beatrice is looking at her elbow, checking to see if it's ok. I am about to find out who called her a stiff, when some else speaks.
"Listen up. My name is Max. I am one of the leaders of your new faction." He looks like he is getting old from the gray hair and the wrinkles. Max is walking on the very ledge of the roof as if it's nothing. "Several stories below us is the members' entrance to our compound. If you can't muster the will to jump off, you don't belong here. Our initiates have the privilege to go first." I expected something like this.
"You want us to jump off the ledge?" some girl asks.
"Yes." Max says simply. I can see a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Is there water at the bottom or something?" she asks. He is testing us. Why would he tell you?
"Who knows?" he raise an eyebrow. Just then the members separate from us initiates. No one is pretty eager to go. I'm not, but I am. My brother is somewhere down there. I just can't help but see my father hanging me or my brother over the hole like he did when we were younger and it was over the stairs. Before I know it, Beatrice walks forward. This doesn't really surprise me. She looks over as the wind plays with her big shirt. It seems like a split decision for her to take off the shirt and throws it at the guy that called her a stiff. I will get him later. It takes her less than a minute to find the will to jump, but when she does I feel like I can. I walk forward and watch as she leaves my sight. I can't help but smirk. She is brave. I like her.
The wind is playing with my shirt the same way, but I don't have my normal shirt on. So no striping for me. I look over at Max, who is watching me intently.
"Can I go? I don't want to jump and hit her on the way down." I ask him Max seems amused. "
"Two Abnegations willing to jump first." He says as he looks at the group. There is some laughter. My expression doesn't change though.
"So can I go?" I ask him a little impatient. He smirks and nods. So I look at the hole and jump before I can talk myself out of it. My shirt comes up to just below my chest as I fall. The wind whips around me and my eyes start to water. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to see my brother. I start to hear cries and shouts that have to be the Dauntless. Before long, my feet slam down on something and I end up rolling forward. The noise is louder. I hit my head as I roll on something and I feel a hand on my side. I stop moving and look at the source of the hand. His eyes are dark and I can't tell the color from the lack of light. His face is familiar, but it seems like I don't know this person. I remove his hand from my side and try to look around. I was on a net, but now I'm on the platform below it. I grab the net and I use it to pull me up. My head hurts. There is some laughing at me as I shake my head. I'm just glad I didn't hit the burn places. They should be blistering now.
"Another Stiff." I hear a lady say. She has long dark haired and piercing on her eyebrow.
"I am no Stiff." I tell her as I place a hand on my head. "I have a name." I add a little rudely.
"You do?" She asks sarcastically. "What is it then?" I look at her and the guy next to her that is looking at me weirdly.
"Aundrea is my first name." I tell her.
"I didn't ask what your first name was or last." She laughs. "I'm Lauren." She offers me her hand. I'm still not steady.
"Hold off on the hand shake until later. I'm not sure if I will fall over right now." I tell her before we hear screaming. I look and watch some slam onto the net. So I walk towards Lauren to give them room. I feel strange with the guy next to me, but Beatrice is here. So I don't move.
"Aundrea's your name?" She asks me. "I like Andy better." I smirk. "Seems more fitting, right?"
"Sure. If you want to call me Andy, I will have to live with it." I tell her sarcastically with an eye roll.
"Tris is what I'm being called." I nod.
"Ok, Tris and Andy are walking into the great dark world of the Dauntless together." I mumble and she laughs quietly. After a short while, we are left to our self as both of them are helping the others off the net. We both watch to the side as the crowd gets loud each time someone lands on the net.
"They both seem strong." She tells me. Beatrice… I mean Tris is more open than a normal Abnegation.
"The guy seems familiar." I state.
"He looks a lot like you, too." I think for a moment. Bass is here. Did he change a lot too?
"What's his name?" I ask her.
"Four." I raise my eyebrow at her.
"Like the number?" I ask with disbelief.
"Yep." She seems like she isn't lying. I really don't think so. Who would name their child Four?
"Is it bad that I want to laugh?" I whisper to her as the last person comes down. At least the ones that matter. The cheering dies down when the group of people disappear in the darkness. Tris smiles at me a little.
"I think we could have been friends if it weren't for the faction we lived in." She says as the two dauntless members left walk to the front of the group of both transfers and born initiates. Four and Lauren. They walk into the dark and the born follow them. So we do to at a distances. The hall seems like it gets darker and darker in between the lights on the walls. I really never been a fan of the dark. My father knew that too. I bite my lip and reach out for the wall and I find a shoulder instead.
"Sorry." I mumble out as I bring my hand back. The two stop at a fork in the hall. Lauren and Four look across the group.
"This is where we divide." Lauren says. "The Dauntless-born initiates are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place." Her voice is firm as the groups starts to split. She walks into the dark and the others follow her. Leaving me, nine other initiates and Four to the light hallway.
"Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor." Four speaks. "My name is Four."
"Four? Like the number?" I hear Christina speak up. Four looks at her with a blank expression.
"Yes, is there a problem?" He asks and I feel something familiar in his threatening tone, yet it's foreign.
"No." She shuts up.
"Good. We're about to go into the Pit. Which you will someday learn to love. It.." Four tries to continue, but Christina can't seem to help herself.
"The Pit? Clever name." She laughs out as if he didn't scold her a second ago. Four walks up to her quickly and is in her face.
"What's your name?" He looks down at her.
"Christina." She chokes out.
"Well, Christina. If I wanted to put up with Candor smart mouths, I would have joined their faction." He hisses into her face. "The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?" Christina nods quickly and he walks away from her.
"What a jerk." She mumbles.
"I guess he doesn't like to be laughed at." Tris says. I can't help but press my lips together and breath in a shallow breath. I watch as Four opens the door and shows us what is called 'The Pit.'
"Oh. I get it." Christina whispers. It is a giant room. It's dark and I grab onto the Candor girl next to me. I never been a true Abnegation when it came to not touching someone and if Tris seems ok with her. I will to. We need to stick together. Christina doesn't seem to mind as we look around. In the walls are many holes that lead off to other places important. It's a lot to take in all at once. Where am I going to find my brother in this? I follow the group, but not really pay attention. Where could Bass be? He made it. I know he did. My brother doesn't give up. It's not in our blood, sadly in most cases. Plus, I would have seen him when I help out the factionless. I would notice him years ago. He changed, he had too. We looked alike when we were younger. Now, I don't know if we are. I haven't seen him or myself. I watch as Four takes us to a hole in the wall and there is water that crashes through the railing. The light is better, so I pull on my hood. I don't want anyone to see my burns until I get to myself. The heat off the burns hit my hood and it start to get hot under the hood by the time Christina leads me off to the rest the group.
I really can't see where I'm going, but I smell the food and hear the shouting and cheering. I look through the open place of the hood and I see more dauntless cheer as we walk to a table. I let go of her arm and sit on the other side of the table as Christina, Tris and Four sit on the other side. On the table is a plate with something on it, its food I guess.
"It's beef." I hear Four tell Tris as she holds up a piece and inspects it. He pushes something red in a bowl to her. "Put this on it." I pick up one and smell it.
"You've never had a hamburger before?" I look at Christina confused. Is that what this is called?
"No." Tris speaks up. "Is that what this is call." Christina seems surprised.
"Stiffs eat plain food." Four says.
"Why?" She doesn't get the fact of selfless, does she?
"Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary." Tris tells her. I watch as the Candor smirks.
"No wonder why you left." She laughs. Tris wouldn't leave because of that. I know her better than that. I didn't know her, but we still knew of each other.
"Yeah, it was just because of the food." Tris says with a hint of sarcasm. I can't help but smirk as I take a bite of the burger I grabbed. It's plain enough, but better than the food at my father's house. I see Four holds a smirk in. Part of me doesn't mind him calling me and her a Stiff. But I still don't like it. I sit there eating the burger as the room goes quiet as I study Four. Something's off, but it looked like what Bass looked like when he held in a smirk.
"Who's that?" Christina asks.
"His name is Eric." I hear a hint of disgust in his voice. "He is a dauntless leader."
"Seriously? He is so young." She says and Four just looks at her.
"Age doesn't matter here." His voice is dry. I watch as the leader walks over to our table and drops into the seat next to Four.
"Well, Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asks. Eric looks across the table at each of the two next to him, then on me with confusion.
"Tris, Christina and that is Andy." Four says. He heard my nickname? Well he was right next to Tris when she named me. Eric stares at me.
"Two stiffs and one of them is wearing a stupid hood like she is assumed." I roll my eyes. "We'll see how long they will last."
"Stiffs." I scoff under my breath before biting into the burger. I chew and swallow. "Assumed." I'm not sure if he heard me or not.
"She hit her head as she rolled off the net and has a concussion." Four says without emotion.
"Whatever." He looks back at Four. "What have you been doing lately, Four?" he asks as if they are friends.
"Nothing really." He tells him with no emotion again.
"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you and you don't show up." He tells Four. "He requested I find out what's going on with you." I don't like Eric either. He creeps me out with that smile.
"Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold." He deadpans and Eric raises and eyebrow and his jewelry go with it.
"So he wants to give you a job." He seems to fake and amused tone.
"So it would seem." Four states.
"And you're not interested." Eric seems stupid or he is fishing. Can he just leave? He reminds me of my father somehow and it is bringing back memories.
"I haven't been interested in two years." Two years? Four got offered a leadership position the year my bother came here.
"Well, let's hope he gets the point, then." I watch him hit his shoulder and leaves. As Eric leaves and I start to breathe again.
"I don't like him."I state quietly. "Can I go after him for calling me and Tris Stiffs?" I ask Four a little too excitedly. Eric is like my father for some reason in my brain. Someone who uses their position to beat down others. Tris, Christina and Four stare at me for a moment and I notice my hood went up a bit. I pull it down as I look at Four.
"No. Just because you're in the dauntless now doesn't mean you're able to hold your own against someone like him." I roll my eyes at his comment.
"Not like he is like.." I start to mumble and catch myself.
"Anyway, you two can't be friends." Tris says.
"We were in the same initiation class. He transferred from Erudite." I look at Four. He's a transfer?
"Were you a transfer too?" Of course he was. They were in the same class.
"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions." He says with bitterness. He doesn't like to talk about his former faction. "Now I got Stiffs…" I can't help but drop my burger on the plate and clear my throat. "Too."
"It must be because you're so approachable." Tris handles this one for me. "You know like a bed of nails." I can't help but smirk and chuckle.
"What's wrong with your friend?" Christina asks her as I hold in my laughter. I haven't heard of a Abnegation saying something like that before.
"I don't know. Haven't really talked her much before today." She tells her. I clear my throat and look at her.
"A lot. Be careful what you ask me. I might tell you more than you care to know and scare you." I tell her flatly. She blinks at me and roll my eyes. "I'm just kidding. God, Christina. Can't you take two Stiffs telling sarcastic remarks or joking with you?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "Plus, it's true."
"Careful you two." His eyes linger on both of us for a moment. I shrug my shoulders and push my burger away. I don't eat much anyway. He notices my behavior, I know it. I look at him for a moment and his eyes find my hidden ones. His dark eyes are really blue, dark blue. If my brother is going by the name Four now, there must be a reason. I need to talk to him quietly about it, if it's not him then he could led me to him. I watch his eyes narrow before someone calls his name and he is leaving.
"What?" Tris's voice cuts my thoughts.
"I'm developing a Theory." Christina says.
"I thought only Erudites do that." I scoff out quietly. They ignore my comment.
"And it is?" Tris asks her and Christina holds her burger and smiles.
"That you have a death wish and that Andy is just insane." She says. Trust me, if you been through the things I have and you would react stand offish or extremely humble and scared. This is just the stand offish leftovers from last night.