Four's POV

Eric's head snaps up and his expression hardens. He narrows his eyes at me, cold and unforgiving. I fight the urge to look away.

"Will, Candor or Dauntless?" He asks.

Will takes a deep breath. His nervousness is obvious; he flexes his hands at his sides and taps his foot repeatedly on the floor. I guess that he wants to choose Candor, but Eric would judge him unfairly when we decide on the cuts.

"Dauntless," he answers.

Eric raises an eyebrow. Clearly Will's choice took him off-guard. "I dare you to throw knives at Four while he stands in front of the target."

My smile fades from my lips. Only then do I realise that the game isn't between the initiates, it's between me and Eric. He'd planned this all long, to embarrass me, ridicule me. I scowl at him, which only causes his smile to widen. This is his chance to be the best; to show that he earned his position as a leader from his abilities, not favouritism from his former faction representative, Jeanine Matthews. Will takes yet another deep breath.

"No," he says. He shrugs off his jacket and drops it by his feet. "I'll pass."

I release a breath that I never knew I was holding. Eric's eyes harden as Will avoids his gaze. He briefly scans the opposite team and says, "Molly, Candor or Dauntless?"

Molly snorts. "Dauntless."

"Um, ok. I dare you to…" Will trails off, words failing him. "Um, I dare you to fight Edward."

Molly's eyes widen and she clears her throat. "No way," she says. "I don't have a death wish."

My chest tightens when she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it into her lap. She folds her arms across her bare chest, her cheeks crimson. I swallow nervously. It seems that Molly didn't wear a jacket either.

Tris clamps her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. I admire her; she doesn't show any sign of nervousness.

Molly's eyes are on fire. "Stiff," she spits, venom dripping from every word. "Candor or Dauntless?"

Tris shrugs as if inviting her to attempt her worst. "Dauntless," she says. A smile still plays on her lips.

Molly smirks at her. "I dare you to sit on Four's lap for the rest of the game."

My stomach drops. I feel a sudden wave of nausea overcome me; I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. I repeatedly tell myself to calm down, Tris wouldn't accept the dare, I'm sure of it. Intimacy is rare and frowned upon in Abnegation.

Tris glances at me and our eyes momentarily meet. She raises an eyebrow at me and I shrug. My head pounds and my thoughts are fuzzy. Tris doesn't feel anything for you, I tell myself. Why would she like you? You're nothing.

A/N: I'm going to alternate every 2 chapters between Four and Tris.

Will Tris accept the dare?

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