A Divergent Turn Of Events (Funny Yet Fourtris Fanfiction)

Part 6

A/N - Here's Part 6, Enjoy

{..................Four's POV..................}

At this moment in time I'm sat in the canteen with the initiates and Eric (or should I say King Nob, as he's known to me and a few of the other guys). I have a full plate of dauntless cake in front of me that I haven't even attempted to eat yet. Why? You ask, well for that I would need my hands. Mine are a little preoccupied; they're balled into fists under the table. To say I was angry right now would be the biggest understatement of the century. I am seething. I mean I wouldn't be surprised if my face is blood red and steaming. Who does this prick think he is eh? And what makes him think he has the right to do this to Tris? Uriah should thank his lucky stars he's not alone, or else I don't think I would've been able to supress my anger this long. Best mates brother, or not! Unfortunately if I did anything now I would be sacked and made factionless faster than I could say King Nob. The only thing I could possibly do would be give him a bollocking for going into the girls shower room but unfortunately for me Eric is here for now, and whilst he is, he holds all the authority. I'm not stupid enough to try and overstep this; even if I don't think he's doing his job properly. God I wish he'd piss off.

''Four................Four................Four''

''OI, EATON'' Eric barked at me from across the table.

This pulled me back into reality and I jerked my neck towards him. "WHAT?" I snapped back in response. His eyes narrowed and he scowled, he hated being spoken to like this (especially in front of others).

"I was speaking to you, you gone deaf or something?"

"No; because unfortunately, I can still hear you". I spat sarcastically. I know it's a bad idea to wind him up but I'm just not in the mood to suck up to him right now. All I can think about is the blonde girl from Abnegation, who according to the initiates further down the table, is going to be coming into the canteen any minute wearing only a towel. I don't know whether to leave or stay for the show.

"I said, Eaton, why does your face look like a slapped arse?" Eric says continuing to glare at me.

"Eaton? Why are you calling him Eaton?" Al quizzes from next to Eric who continues to glare at me.

''Because that's his last name of course''. He smirks proudly, an evil glint now shining in his eyes.

I glare at him coldly. He knows I don't want anyone knowing who I really am. Telling them my last name is extremely risky. If any abnegation hears, they will know straight away. He might as well just paint it on my forehead. I AM TOBIAS EATON, SON OF MARCUS EATON, CHILD BEATER AND HEAD OF ABNEGATION. Eric might have been warned by Max to keep his gob shut, but if someone guesses then he can't exactly get in to trouble. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have pissed him off. This won't end well.

''Hey Will'' Uriah shouts, with a mouth full of food. ''Where have all the pies gone?''

"What?'' replies a very confused Will.

"Four's eaton them all''. Uriah along with Al, Will, Christina, Peter and of course Eric all burst out laughing. Uriah almost choking on his food.

I see red. That's it; the little bitch has had it. I shove the table out the way as I stand up and march down to Uriah's end of the table. I yank him on to his feet by his shirt, look him directly in his eyes holding my fist where he can see it. As I'm about to swing for him, everything goes silent. I mean everything. The whole of the dauntless population sat in the canteen just stopped what they were doing. At first I thought it was cause I was about to thump the living daylights out of an initiate. Instead when I turn away from Uriah, I notice almost everyone is staring awestruck towards the doors of the canteen.

Then I see it and my jaw hits the floor.

Storming through the canteen towards us is.........Tris.

IN A FUCKING TOWEL !!!!!!

After forcibly dragging my eyes away from her amazing body and I mean amazing. She has long, slim legs covered in fading bruises (but a woman with bruises is the equal to a woman having big tits here in dauntless; us males find it extremely attractive). Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders damply in waves reaching the top of the towel tucked in around her breasts. Oh god......that towel. Boy is that thing short; it hardly covers.......well...anything. I don't know whether to hug Uriah or follow through with punching him. I look at her face. She looks pissed.

Then she lets rip.

"URIAH PEDRAD, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU FILTHY PERVERTED LITTLE PRICK"

Her gaze soon lands on me, Uriah and my fist still poised in mid-air. Oh shit.

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End of part 6

Not sure whether to do the next part in the POV of Uriah or Tris, any preferences?