Choose Your Own Adventure: Divergent

Peter's Dance- 137

Christina finds Will in a dark suit at the other end of the room, and they fall all over each other, shrieking about each other's outfits.

"Where's your date?" She says to you after a while, her hands all over Will's face.

A pair of firm hands clap down on your shoulders. "Right here," a booming voice says, and you turn to find Peter in a sharp, tailored suit, standing behind you.

His eyes run you up and down, and he lets out a small laugh. "Nice, Y/N."

"Just nice?" you repeat, raising your eyebrows.

"No, you're gorgeous," he says, making a face and moving around to your front. "Gosh, if you'd dressed like this the whole time, I'd have thought you were actually a threat."

You scoff, smoothing down your dress, ignoring the way Peter's eyes follow your hands down to the slit in your dress. "You were scared of me the whole time, and you know it," you say.

"Yeah," he says, getting closer. His hands slip onto your waist, grazing against warm skin in a way that makes you gasp out loud. "Real scared, Y/N."

"Maybe you should be more scared now," you say, smiling. "After all, I'm a hot new Dauntless member."

"Hmm," he says. "Can a Dauntless member dodge a punch?"

He throws a punch, and you weave around, striking back with a kick that he dodges.

Suddenly, strong arms grab your shoulders.

"Hey!" You shout as two Dauntless pull you and Peter out of the room, throwing you outside of the party.

"No fighting at Dauntless Ball," the one says, rolling his eyes and tapping his earpiece. "Got another already, Max. Geez."

They close the doors with a firm thump, the last traces of Roses by the Chainsmokers echoing through the door.

Peter scoffs, but turns to you, hands in fighting position. "I guess we'll have to fight outside of Dauntless Ball, then, Amity," he says, moving forward into a kick that you dodge.

"Yeah, I guess," you say with a giggle, whipping around and tripping him, but it backfires and he knocks you backwards, moving to catch you before you can hit the ground.

His eyes stare into yours, and you take a deep breath. You can feel his fingers working into your back, keeping you above the ground.

"You didn't think I'd let you fall, did you?" he says softly, pushing you up against the wall. "No."

You feel your breath coming fast in your lungs now, heart slamming out of your chest as Peter leans forward, his lips inches away from yours.

"Can I kiss you, Amity?" he says, breath washing over your face. It smells like spearmint. It'll taste like spearmint, too, you think, the world hot and flushed, dizzy and spinning around you.

"You better," you whisper, and he laughs, pressing his lips to yours, and all you taste is spearmint for the rest of the night, stumbling through the Dauntless halls back to the dormitory.

"Stop staring, Stiff," Peter snaps at Tris as he guides you past her. "It's not our fault you're lame and went home early."

You sit down on your bed, Peter's eyes drinking in your dress one last time. "I should ask you out more often," he says, giving you one last long, lingering taste of spearmint that drips down your neck and makes your head spin.

He walks back out the door, laughing to himself, but the flush on his face shows that he felt it, too.

"Peter?" Tris says unbelievingly as soon as the door closes, huffing from her bed. "You can't be serious. That's unbelievable."

"Gosh, but he's a good kisser," you say, tracing your hands along your neck, your shoulders, everywhere he put his lips on you tonight. You fall back on your bed. "Ugh, Tris, it was wonderful."

And that's all you can think about until you fall asleep, the taste of spearmint lingering all over you.

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