Following Tris

Chapter 9

Sky's POV

I trudge off from training, shaking from my encounter with Four, and staring at my bloody, cut, scabbed knuckles. I reach the initiate quarters, and plunk down on my bed, examining my knuckles with a sigh. Dia comes up behind me, and yelps. She digs in a drawer, and brings out a roll of gauze. "Here." She slowly wraps up my knuckles, softly. "Once abnegation, always Abnegation, Dahlia." She slugs me playfully in the arm, and we get dressed for dinner. I throw on a beanie, of course in black, silver studded high waired black shorts, a maroon tank top I tuck into the shorts, which I pair with a black leather jacket, and keep the combat boots on. Dia smiles, and we head out. "Perfect>" Dia groans, as we see no food left. I hear a lound whoop, and turn towards the whoop. Uriah. "Hey!" I greet him, and he slides a tray over. Dia is stealing glances at an erudite initiate with ice blue eyes. Uriah clears his throat, and leans across the table, saying, "So I heard you're pretty good in combat! I'm gonna see you fight tomorrow." He cracks a smile, his warm brown eyes locking on mine. "So ya guys doin' anything tonight?" He asks, taking a bite  of his cheeseburger. I'm about to speak, when Dia announces, "getting tattoos, and our hair dyed." My eyes grow wide, and I am shocked when Uriah slips his hand into mine, whispering in my ear, "I'll meet you there at 8. The tattoo parlor." I nod, his hand still entwined with mine. oh god. Good lord. I like Uriah. I'm smiling like an idiot, feeling like I'm on a cloud. Wait is holding hands casual here? I'm guessing not, judging from Four glancing under the table, and looking strangely disgusted by it. He continues to talk with Zeke, but looks very distracted. Uriah and Four both like me? yeah, right. I wish.

Uriah's POV

We quickly finish dinner, and I can literally feel my face heat up from holding hands with Sky. we walk together to the tattoo parlor, and sit in chairs next to each other. A woman comes over, and starts to drill an infinity sign on her wrist. I also request it be done. she smiles at me, and whispers, "Matching." She cringes, and grits her teeth as the needle goes deep into her skin. I grip onto her hand, as the white-hot pain sears my wrist. I only add one tattoo- the infinity sign, but she adds one on her neck- many birds flying, on her rib the dauntless fire, with dauntless written in cursive under it, and on the small of her back, the clasped abnegation hands. When it's done, she looks exhausted. "How you feel?" I ask. "Exhilarated. It hurt... But when I hurt, it wakes me up." She opens the door to her dorm, and I shake my head. "Oh, c'mon Granny, it's only like 9:30. Let's get some practice in if you wanna stay in dauntless." I roll my eyes, and smile, heading off to train with her. I shed my leather jacket, revealing many tattoos, that she seems astonished by. "You should wear short sleeves." She says, with a small hint of a smile. "alright, let's stop examining my muscles, and tattoos, and train." She blushes. "Oh c'mon, it was a joke! You're acting like such a stiff!" She laughs, and unwraps the gauze from her knuckles. "Dia wrapped them up. Tell me she's not abnegation!"  I snort, and she punches the bag with accuracy- but with her small stature... "You need to kick them in the chest, then punch then in the throat, Sky." I guide her arms into the right position, and she punches the dummy with excellence. "Good job, Sky." I say, beaming. I walk her back to her compartment. "I'm not going to make it." She says, voice lowered to a whisper. "I won't let that happen. I promise. You're here now. You're here to stay." She smiles, and before I know it, we're kissing. This can't be another Marlene incident. I'm not letting her die. never again.