UNPREDICTABLE ✞

No, sorry, not enough chicken nuggets.

What. A fucking. Prick.

The new Greenie was a seventeen year old girl from Candor, she has silk black hair and piercing blue eyes. I thought she was alright, obviously Newt showed her around and I helped with them not wanting me to go back into the maze.

Which, I got a major telling off for.

"Hey, Tris," Newt says, walking up to me.

"Hey, Newt," I say, trying my hardest not to cry.

"I just heard what happened, I'm so sorry." He says.

I leap into his arms and he wraps them around me tightly. Why did he have to do this? Was this why he was ignoring me? Well, even more than she was?

"I'm scared, Newt. I mean, he just tossed me aside like I was nothing! I feel so weird recently, I'm more bitchy, I'm always crying, I can't do my jobs." I cry into his shoulder.

"I don't know what's going on, but I'll always be here for you, Love." He says.

"I miss you, Newt." I say eventually.

"I miss you too, Tris."

We stand there in silence when Gally comes over to me. Newt goes to pull away but I hug him closer, so just turn my head to face Gally.

"Hey, I've done what we made a deal on. And I'm pretty sure it's what I think it was," He says.

"And? What's next? You said that what you thought it was is bad, what can we do?"

"I've sent a message down in the box, when the box next comes up there should be a box for you. I need you to make sure nobody else looks inside it. It's important."

I nod against Newt's chest. "I can do that."

"Good that, see you around, Tris," He says before walking off.

"Since when the hell did you become so buggin' friendly with Gally?" Newt asks me.

"Since the whore came up in the box."

He pushes out him bottom lip and nods his head.

"Again, I'm sorry for what happened,"

"It's not you who slept with her, it was Four." I grumble.

"Uh, Tris? I know it may be too soon, but, uh, would you like to, uh, go out again? When all this, uh, blows over?" He says nervously.

I smile. "I would love to."

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"Hey, Tris!" Samantha chirps, walking up to me in the dinner line.

"Fuck off." I tell her moving up.

"It's not my fault you couldn't cut it out for Four." She says, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah? Well I'd be more than happy to cut you if you don't leave me alone."

"Bit violent, isn't it?"

"I was Dauntless, violent might as well be my middle name,"

"No, more like Stiff,"

That was it. I'm not going to fucking stand for this.

"Hey, leave her the fuck alone," I hear Peter growl from beside me.

"Or what? What you gonna do, pretty boy?" She mocks.

"I'll fucking butter knife you in the eye you whore, that's what I'll do. And if I ever hear that you have pestered Tris again, sleeping with Four while he was going out with Tris won't be the only thing you regret." He growls.