Choose Your Own Adventure: Divergent

Eating With The Candor- 32

You take a deep breath, and then plunk yourself down next to Peter, Molly, and Drew.

"Ooh, look, it's the Amity," Molly spits, snickering. "Here to teach us all how to behave?"

"Yeah, Amity, who gave you permission to sit with us?" Drew says.

Peter holds up a hand for silence, big eyes turning to you. "Wait, no, go easy on her," he says to them, and you look up, surprised. Is he on your side?

"I think she has a crush on me," he finishes in a stage whisper, and they all burst out into laughs, slapping the table.

He holds up a hamburger, shaking it at me. "Would you like a burger, Amity? Or maybe..." He leans in close to you, so close that you can smell his peppermint-y breath. You can feel it, smooth, soft, on your face, and your heart shudders- "A kiss?" he breaths. 

Face burning, you grab three burgers and rush off, their mean laughs chasing after you. You shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself, and find a small corner of the lunch room to eat in. You scowl, trying not to feel too bad about it. Christina was right. They were horrible, and you-

You hear the sound of someone eating, just behind the stairs. Curious, you peek over.

A man with a face full of piercings is reading a magazine, a burger in his other hand. As you watch, he takes a bite. 

"You don't have anywhere else to sit, either, huh?" You sigh, sliding in next to him. He starts, making a disgusted face.

"Of course I have a place to sit," he mutters, flapping his magazine back out. "You're the loser here, not me."

"Uh-huh," you say. "Then why aren't you-"

"I'm leadership," he snaps. "Now shut up and go away."

You nod slowly. "I'll sit with you," you say, craning your neck to look at his magazine. It's a biomedical magazine, featuring Erudite in lab coats. He must've transferred from there. "Even though you definitely don't need me."

He looks up, then shakes his head, turning back to his magazine. "Whatever."

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