les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

74.1. Forced To Share A Room

Imagine: Being forced to share a room with Eric.

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"I'm horribly sorry for the inconvenience, but we only have three extra rooms available for your stay here in our faction." Johanna, the leader of Amity, tells your small group of Dauntless. You, alongside, Tris, Four, Zeke, Shauna, and the worst of the worst, Eric, were sent out to Amity due to a factionless attack. You arrived this morning, and would be staying until tomorrow evening. As Johanna said this, Tris shyly smiled at Four, who smiled right back, while Shauna winked at Zeke and Zeke playfully elbowed her in the side. You look back and forth between the couples and realization struck you, three rooms, six people, and you and Eric were the only ones left. Oh no, oh hell fucking no.

"Johanna, are you sure there isn't a single other room?" You say abruptly, and everyone turns to you.

"Were you listening?" Eric asks sarcastically. Aside from Four, you were one of Eric's least favourite people, so he was not excited to share a room with you, even if it was for a day. However, do to strict orders from Max; Eric was forced to agree to whatever Johanna said without argument.

You roll your eyes at him and turn back to Johanna, with a pleading look in your eyes, "Sorry sweetheart, I barely managed to arrange for the rooms you already have, there's nothing I can do. So now, you can go set your stuff down, before doing your patrolling."

With this, said Johanna left. Tris walks up to you, and whispers, "Sorry Y/N, I'd share a room with you, but I'm sure, if Eric and Four are put in a room together, one of them will die, and we can't have that happening, especially not in Amity."

You sigh, and look towards Zeke and Shauna, hoping for some sympathy, but the two of them are already making their way towards one of the rooms. Ugh, fuck.

Eric's already in the room as you walk in, you notice a pillow and blanket placed on the ground, "Aww have you finally decided to be a gentleman Eric?"

He lets out a low laugh, "Sorry muffin, but I thought, that we'd get some things sorted out."

You cringe at the nickname he calls you, you don't really know how the nickname came about, however it was mostly because he had seen you as a weakling during initiation. You narrow your eyes at him, and he continues pointing at the bed, "This is mine, I'm a leader, and there is no way in hell that I'm sleeping next to you. So I decided to set this up for you."

He gestures towards the crumpled up blanket and pillow on the ground. You scoff, "Seriously Eric, it's only a few hours, can you not be a little bit considerate for one day?"

"Ha. As you said sweetheart, it's only a few hours, I'm sure you can get through one night on the ground."

You groan internally, place your backpack and few other belongings aside, and leave the room.

You meet the others outside and you get ready for your patrol.

Soon, night falls, and after joining the Amity for dinner, you make your way back to the room. Eric is already there, he stands without a shirt, and you can't help but gasp at the sight. Your cheeks go bright red as he hears you and turns around smirking, "You like what you see muffin?"

"Don't call me that!" You say curtly, still unable to take your eyes off him. With one last smirk, he puts a loose t-shirt on, prepared for bed. Now, it was your turn.

"Aren't you gonna change?" He asks slyly, you narrow your eyes at him, before pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from your backpack. Eric carefully watches you.

"Eric! Either leave the room or turn around, I need to change!" He chuckles.

"You're acting as if I've never seen a girl without clothes on."

"Eric!" You say, your voice getting higher, "Seriously, turn around!"

"Alright, alright, I'll turn around," He turns his back towards you, and starts tapping on his phone.

You begin stripping out of your patrol clothes, and changing into your shorts and shirt. Once you're done, you turn to face Eric, and see that he's already watching you.

"Eric!" You squeal, "I told you to turn around!"

"Yeah, but you never said that I couldn't turn back around," He says. You give him the finger and he narrows his eyes at you, all signs of playfulness are gone, "Don't forget who I am."

You shake your head slowly, and begin fixing your blanket and pillow on the hard floor. You see no point in arguing with him, because it just won't work. Eric settles into the bed, and you turn the lights off before trying to get comfortable on the ground. The next 15-20 minutes are spent rolling around on the floor trying to find the position that would hurt the least, nothing seems to be working.

"Can you stop moving around?! Some of us are trying to fucking sleep!" Eric growls from the bed.

"Well maybe some of us are being forced to sleep on a hard-ass floor," You hiss back at him. Though you can't see him, you can sense that he's rolling his eyes.

You finally get into a semi-comfortable position. You're finally about to fall asleep when you see it, a giant-ass spider crawling towards you. You have very few fears, but spiders topped most of them. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was coming at you, fast. You jumped up as fast as you could and let out a little scream. Eric quickly got up in bed, startled.

"What's wrong?!" He's instantly by your side and for once you see something other than anger or amusement on his face, he almost looks worried, "What is it Y/N?"

Wow, did he actually call me by my name?! Your cheeks go red as you point at the spider, he squints to look where you're pointing, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Can you just get rid of it," You complain, he walk over and picks it up, he pretend to throw it at you and you scream, "ERIC!"

He groans and chucks it out the window, "You seriously disrupted my sleep because of a spider?"

"Says the guy who's afraid of birds!" His jaw drops.

"How do you know that?!" He hisses.

"Don't think I didn't see during our patrol today," You say raising your eyebrows.

"Bitch," He mutters under his breath, and you roll your eyes, "Alright, listen, will you shut the fuck up if I let you sleep in the bed?"

"Yes. Yes I will Eric."

"Fine get in," He says, laying down on one side and lifting the blanket for you. You lie down next to Eric, "Goodnight muffin."

You give him the finger, before turning around and falling asleep. 

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