Dauntless

Dauntless: Jealous Much?

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I had to write a chapter about Eric being jealous over Camille. This has nothing to do with the main fic I’ve actually been finished with it for a while, which is why I couldn’t fit this chapter in anywhere without changing like ten different updates to accommodate. So, this has nothing to do with the main storyline, this is just a side chapter to help me get my jealous fix in. I really like writing about this series, so I couldn’t help but add another chapter, I feel like it ended too early for me and my writer flow. Enjoy!

“Hey, Zeke,” I yawned, stifling it behind my hand as I rocked back onto my heels. Zeke waves at me, watching the Dauntless-born initiates below run track, which really was my favorite way of getting them to do shit so I could stand around.

“How’s Uriah doing?” he asked of his younger brother; oh yeah, he was joining this year.

“Um, he’s good. Most of them are doing pretty well.”

“Even when you’re running them to death?”

I grinned, shrugging as I stepped to the railing with him; we were probably ten feet higher then the initiates running around the track, and I was able to watch them all pretty well. This was a great place to yell from when one of them started to lag.

“Hey, they need good stamina, don’t they?”

Zeke shoots me a grin, crossing his arms as he leans on the rails. Zeke, me, Four, and Eric had all gone through initiation together, and I was pretty sure he was one of the few friends Four actually had, although I doubt he knew that Four was interested in another Stiff.

Still, I had to give Zeke props for putting up with Four’s brooding nature for so long.

I let my eyes trail along the initiates; he and Uriah look nothing alike other then their darker skin tone, although both of them are lookers, I’d give their good genes that. Tall, broad-shouldered, Zeke had most of his hair buzzed off except for just in the center where he had his multi-colored. I knew he kept it short because he liked showing off the tattoos he had going around the base of his skull,  a snake ready to strike. I found it sweet that Uriah also had something similar, I knew how much he looked up to Zeke.

Zeke was a badass, after all, he’d always been good at capture the flag.

“So, what’s up with you and Eric?” Zeke suddenly asks, and I stiffened.

“What do you mean?” I cut my eyes at him, tugging on some of my loose hair; was it that obvious that there was something between us now? Other then the fact we tried to pretend that we absolutely hated each other the rest of the time?

“Don’t bullshit me, Camille. I’ve known you guys for years, you even longer.” Zeke rolls his dark eyes, twisting so he could look at me better. “You guys are finally fucking, aren’t you?”

“Zeke!”

“It’s all over your face,” he laughed, poking my shoulder. “Man, I mean, the tension between you two was practically unbearable, glad you’re finally doing something about it.”

I scowled at him, crossing my arms defensively. “I’m not sleeping with Eric.”

“If that’s what you wanna tell the masses,” he teases, and I smacked his shoulder, irritated.

“Why would I want to sleep with an arrogant, egotistical asshole like that?”

“Same reason he wants to sleep with a bitchy harpy; you gotta get off somewhere, and it’s not like you two make it possible for other people to like you.”