Dauntless High School

Chapter 19

A/N: Ready for another dare? Think they'll get caught in Ms. Matthews' house? Read to find out! 

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FOUR

On Thursday night, I meet Uriah at a park in an unfamiliar neighborhood just as the sun has begun to set. He said he and Zeke would meet me at the playground, but I don't see him when I glance around at the surrounding benches.

"Hey man," Uriah calls out. I turn toward his voice just in time to see him bail out of the swing, landing with a thud and running a few steps to regain his balance. He claps his hands and rubs them together. "Ready to do this?" he asks with a mischievous smirk.

"I guess," I say, glancing around. "But where's Zeke?"

Uriah shakes his head. "He's at home icing his shoulder." I grimace. I didn't realize he was hurt bad enough to bail on a dare tonight; Peter took another cheap shot at me in practice, and again, it was one of the Pedrads who took the hit while blocking me. I kind of wish they'd stop doing that—if there's one thing I know, it's how to endure pain. I would have been fine. At least this time Coach Amar saw the dirty play, so Peter will be sitting out tomorrow's game. "We'll get Peter back, though," Uriah adds.

I raise my eyebrows. "Oh? What do you have planned?"

"You'll see," Uriah smirks. "I already hated that pansycake for what he did to Tris, but now after what he's done in the last couple weeks to you, me and Zeke, we've gotta strike back."

"What did he do to Tris?" I ask. My blood pressure is rising at the possibilities that are running through my mind.

"I'll tell you later," Uriah says as he starts walking. "We've gotta get this dare done before Matthews finishes that school board meeting. Come on, her house is a block away."

Principal Matthews lives in a modern-looking house, all sharp angles and windows. You cant see inside though; from the outside, the windows look like mirrors. It seems a little odd to me, but will work to our advantage for today's task.

"Come on," Uriah whisper-yells as he reaches over the gate at the side of the house, trying to open the latch. He fiddles with it for a moment, screwing his face up in concentration and frustration, then huffs. "I can't get it open," he whines.

I roll my eyes. "Let me try. You watch and make sure no one sees us."

I thought Uriah was just being an idiot, but it turns out I can't get it open either. "We'll just have to climb it," I tell him before I grab the top of the six foot wooden privacy fence and pull myself up and over. My shirt catches on my way down and I examine the small rip as Uriah follows me over. I sigh; I'll have to throw this shirt out.

"Okay," Uriah says, "now we just need to find a way in." He starts making his way around the side of the house and I follow, shaking my head. So far, helping Uriah with a dare is very different from helping Tris. Tris had a strategy in place for everything, while Uriah seems to just fly by the seat of his pants.

We waste nearly ten minutes looking for a way in before I finally find a spare key taped to the top of a porch light. Uriah high fives me before he unlocks the back door and I follow him in. We get right to work; I take the "before" photos of the living room and office, while Uriah does the same in the dining room, kitchen and sitting room. Lynn never said that he had to enter the bedrooms, so we'll leave those alone. I think it's weird enough seeing where the principal lives without checking out something as intimate as her bedroom. What if she had like sex toys or something in there? I shudder at the thought.