A Divergent Turn Of Events (Funny Yet Fourtris Fanfiction)

Part 8

A/N - So here's Part 8, I'm glad to see some people are enjoying it so far. I'm not sure yet as to how many parts there will be to this story but when I figure it out; I'll be sure to let you know.

{..................Uriah's POV..................}

"Aww diddum's, am I making you nervous? Am I scaring you?"

My head snapped up on hearing this and my eyes made direct contact with hers. I can't believe she's just brought that up, in front of people as well, she knows people can't know about it. I'd be ridiculed for the rest of my life. I'll never live it down. Oh my god. My own brother doesn't even know, she only found out by accident. So many things were running round my mind. She wouldn't tell would she? She wouldn't dare.

What the hell am I saying of course she would; I just snuck in on her in the shower for god's sake.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

She's smirking at me, an evil glint shining in her eyes. The crystal blue of her iris's reflecting on the fading blue in her damp hair.

This must be the reason she hasn't blown her top over the whole clothes thing; she has a plan, of course she does. I should have known - never prank a pranker.

I vaguely register somewhere in the distance that Four is staring at us from the other end of the table, but I'm not worried about him. The only reason he knows is because it's his job to send us into our fear landscapes. Luckily, he is confined by a rule of confidentiality. His mouth is shut tight whether he almost peed his pants watching it on the screen or not.

Tris on the other hand, her mouth is wide open. She's free to speak as she wants; she could even stand up on the table and announce it to the whole of dauntless this second if she decides that's what she feels like doing.

My palms are sweating and this silent staring is getting too awkward. Tris is staring at me and me at her, Four is glaring at both of us (obviously guessing what she's up to) and the rest of the table are just looking between us all in bewilderment.

You want to know what I'm so worried about and why I can barley look at her in that towel ?

It all happened 8 years ago...................................................

I was six years old and walking around the dauntless compound searching for my parents. Every year the Dauntless holds a big competition in the pit for all the adults; Candor or Dauntless. It's basically just truth or dare. The rules are if you refuse to do either a truth or dare you take off an item of clothing, the game lasts until all but one player is completely naked. This person is then crowned the winner. The truth or dares can be anything at all. No limits. They always have a Candor present in order to assess whether or not someone is definitely telling the truth. That's where my parents were, they played every year. My dad even won it a few years back.

It was dark and cold in the corridors as I wandered around aimlessly. My brother had raced on towards the pit eager to watch the games. I had stayed behind in our flat for an extra few minutes wanting to finish watching SpongeBob. I wish now that I'd left the annoying yellow absorbent thing alone because it was freaking scary in these shadowy halls alone. Before any of you say 'aren't you meant to be a dauntless?'. I was six okay, and six year olds are scared of shit like that.

I was in the last stretch of the hallway now and could see the light coming from the pit being emitted through the gaps around the edges of the large wooden door. Suddenly blinding light filled the once dark corridor as the door was thrown open. The light was then blocked by a rather large figure that was moving very fast...In my direction. I was stood rooted to the spot; this figure was none other than 'Big Bertha'. The largest woman In Dauntless. She was big, round and I'd bet you any money she probably did bounce on the ground. She made Miss Truchbull look like Nicole Richie and at this moment in time she was charging at full speed towards me.

NAKED!

I could see everything from the swinging of her tits crashing into the walls beside her like massive wrecking balls to the bouncing of her fat rolls, dragging along the floor. I was mortified; my innocence was ruined. For a six year old boy things couldn't get any worse. Wrong. Bertha hadn't noticed me, she ran straight into me and 'SMACK', I was sucked in between her rolls as we hurtled towards the floor. I landed flat on my back with a mouthful of sweaty tit. I couldn't breathe; this fat piece of lard had knocked the oxygen right out of me. After she caught her breath she lifted herself up onto her forearms, and with her body still pressed against mine she started to shriek with laughter. I felt every vibration coming from her amused howling, run through my own body. I didn't know what to do, I was so humiliated. Bertha on the other hand wasn't fazed at all. She eventually (with a lot of panting) stood up and ran on. Well, when I say ran I mean waddled, a woman that big can't run.

Turns out it was a dare; run round the whole of the compound naked then wash off the sweat (of which there would most probably be buckets full coming from Bertha) in the chasm waterfall. She eventually won the game. Lucky Bitch. I have never been able to look at a woman naked (or showing much skin at all) since.

That people, is why I have a fear of Nakedness. To make things worse, here is Tris sat in a very small towel. I didn't even think of this when i did the prank. If that wasn't bad enough she also knows my secret and is looking for a way to humiliate me as I have done to her.

Fucking Fantastic.

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End of part 8, what do you think?

That chapter was soooo fun to write, I hope you guys found it funny.

Sorry it's only short, i wasn't going to update at all tonight but then I decided to give you a quick one

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I wonder how Tris found out about his fear?..........Find out in part 9.