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DAVINA WASN'T SURE when her new normal had become firing guns, throwing knives and waking up early to beat the shit out of other teenagers. The routine had merged with her system now, enough that she no longer felt like a corpse waking up every morning. That or her body had gone numb to the fact she was hardly sleeping, was constantly covered in bruises and she was almost always in fight or flight.
It had been ten days since they had thrown knives for the first time. Davina had still not managed to get herself to a respectable level– but Apollo had ceased his comments and advice. The pair had never spoken on it again, and Davina had not missed a night of training with him since (also never talked about). That she could at least appreciate.
Some things, however, had not changed for the better. As she headed down for breakfast that morning, Apollo at her side as was now the usual, Tris and her entire table watched her. She knew they thought they were being subtle, but Tris' eyes followed her like a bird watching a cat, and Christina gave her a hard look. But it was not them that Davina could feel under her skin– Will didn't even look her way.
She had hated his stupid green eyes and the way he had looked at her since they had both chosen Dauntless, but she noticed the absence far more than she thought she would. She could still feel the way his nose had cracked under her knuckles. She'd had blood in the creases of her fingers for what had felt like days afterwards. By the time he had stopped wearing a patch over his nose, and the swelling had started to go down, Davina may as well have been a stranger to him.
"You need to eat," Peter told her as they sat opposite each other. Apollo glanced from her left at the barely-touched plate in front of her. She shot him an annoyed sort of look, but she appreciated the concern to an extent– it just wasn't her priority right now.
"I will," she said sharply. Peter didn't waver, looking at her expectantly. "What are you, my mother?" Davina jeered.
"If you want me to be," Peter responded. Davina only rolled her eyes, but stuffed a mouthful of cereal before they could continue the argument. He sat with the pair often, occasionally ditching them for Molly and Drew, who didn't seem to like Davina or Apollo. The blonde girl didn't really care.
"She's cranky this morning," Apollo said dismissively. "Ignore her."
"Crankier?" Peter said in mock shock.
Davina swallowed abruptly, ignoring how it scratched at her throat. She shot them both lethal glares. "Do none of you keep track?" she hissed.
"Keep track of what?" Peter chuckled.
"This is our second last match for stage one," Davina told them.
Apollo couldn't hide the way his eyes widened slightly, the pale skin of his scar stretching. Meanwhile, Peter's face had gone hard, the amusement fading in a second. Davina shrugged at the silence she had caused, taking another spoonful of cereal, knowing Peter was watching her carefully.
