Stumble Across the Fire (Divergent Eric fanfic)

Over The Edge

***Eric's POV***
That night, at dinner, I am seated at the leaders table with Max, Lexus, Corey, and Thor, the eldest Dauntless leader. No one knows how he has lasted this long, but no one questions it because he intimidates everyone, including myself.
I keep finding my eyes drifting to the redhead's table, and it's pissing me off. She's smiling and laughing with Four and his friends. She's having no trouble fitting right in, because of her relationship or friendship with Four. Even if she didn't have him, she would do just fine on her own. She has an aura about her that just draws people right to her. Possibly even me...
Woah, wait! You can't associate with her, you dumb fuck. That would be the end of both of our Dauntless lives, for good.
I don't care is she succeeds or not, but I do know I need to keep up my own rep. I can't let a curvy little redhead with sapphire eyes get in the way. There I go again, fuck!
I look to her table again, and this time, she makes eye contact with me. I look away immediately, and just continue to push the food around on my plate.
I hope the growing loudness of the dining hall drowns out my thoughts, but I get no such luck when the little witch's table increases in size, making them louder than before. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Cat got your tongue?" Lexus teases, and I know she sees me staring at the ginger.
"Shut the fuck up." That's all the answer she needed, because she begins howling with laughter. Little dip-shit.
"You know you can't associate with her Eric, it's against the rules." Max tells me from across the table, and I roll my eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock." I snap.
I rise from the table, and storm from the dining hall. I'm done with their shit, and I better blow off some steam before training tomorrow morning. The punching bags sound like a good idea.

***Arielle's POV***
After dinner, I decide to go exploring through Dauntless. It has only been a day and a bit here, and I haven't really got to know the place I now call home.
I walk through the pit, and take note of all the piercing, tattoo, and hair parlours, the restaurants, and most exciting, the bars. I love the ideas of parties, and I'm sure the centre of all Dauntless parties is the booze.
I leave the pit, and continue through the halls. I notice the many cameras, which are probably necessary for order and crime monitoring in Dauntless, because we are a reckless and stupid faction sometimes.
One thing I miss from home is the light. About seventy five to eighty percent of Dauntless is underground and dark, which makes me crave the light. Hopefully, once I'm through training, I will have enough points to get an above ground apartment.
I come across a large arena-type warehouse, which is full of workout equipment, four large sparring rings, a line of about twenty punching bags, a track, and then a line of targets. I now recall that this is the initiate training arena, because I remember Eric throwing the knives at me earlier. My fingertips find my scabbed-over earlobe. It still stings at the contact.
"What the hell are you doing here, little witch?" I hear a voice shout from the punching bags, and I see a shirtless Eric, with bloody knuckles and a bloody forehead. He must have been wiping the sweat off his forehead with his bloody knuckles.
"Exploring." I reply, ignoring his witch comment. "What about you? You look like you just committed a bloody murder." I reply with a snarky tone, and he just chuckles dryly.
"Unlike you, I have a physical physique to keep up. You will too soon. It's not easy, and takes daily maintenance." Eric tells me, and I nod.
"I'm sure. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm anything but a procrastinator. I have Erudite in my veins, and we don't procrastinate. You should know." I tell him, and he glares at me, as if to warn me not to step over the invisible line.
"Watch it, witch. You may be biting off more than you can chew." He snaps at me, and I shake my head.
"I think I'm fine, thanks. I never knew you in Erudite while I grew up. I never heard of your family. What did your parents do?" I ask, poking the bear more and more.
"None of your fucking concern. I don't want to hear about your old faction anymore, understood?" He snaps at me, and I look at him quizzically.
"Our old faction?" I correct, and he closes the distance between us in a split second, where he towering over me, teeth grinding together in fury and anger.
"You better get out of here, witch, before I do something I may regret. I'm your leader, and this talk towards me is completely unacceptable. I will grant you one free pass, but cross me again and piss me off like this, you will be punished. This conversation is over, get out of here, back to the living quarters. I don't want to see you again tonight." Eric spits at me venomously. I don't back down, I just continue the stare down happening between us.
"Are you threatened by me, Eric? Is this why you keep threatening-" Before I can finish my statement, a searing pain crosses my cheek, making me stumble and clutch my face.
I look up to face him, and he is panting in anger, with his teeth clenched. But he looks to my injured cheek, and his jaw drops. I pull my hand back, and see that he has drawn blood.
"Ouch." I say to myself quietly, and just as Eric is about to speak, I turn on my heel and leave the training area, unsure of what else to do, or say.
I egged him on, but he also has a bad temper. Putting the two of us together is like putting the two most explosive substances together in the world and hoping that they don't blow up.
Well, the bleeding cut on my cheek is proof that the bomb will always go off, no matter the circumstances.

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