Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 1

Tris
My eyes open to frigid water being poured on me. I scream and shoot up, only to see Uriah at the foot of my bed with an empty basin. "URIAH!" I shout at the top of my lungs, jumping out of bed. I almost slip from the water all over my cold floor. He runs out of the room and I do the same, chasing right behind him.

Zeke stands by the coffee maker with a large cup of it. He simply laughs as I pursue Uriah, almost slipping every once and a while. Today is his choosing ceremony. There's no doubt in my mind that he's gonna choose dauntless. Uriah and I are going to help train the transfers. Amar stuck us with them because they're harder. Technically fourteen-year-olds shouldn't be training them, but both of us have been prodigies for more than half our lives, since we were six.

I tackle Uriah to the ground and pin him there with my hands on his shoulders. "Gotcha, " I say and sit on his stomach. He seems almost entirely unfazed as he throws me off. "You need to eat more cake, " he says before running off to his and Zeke's room locking the door behind him. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.

I jump up and sit down pm the counter, dangling my feet off and kicking the cabinet. "Morning," he greets with a smirk. I laugh and roll my eyes. "You think your girlfriend is gonna leave?" I tease him about his crush, Shauna, all the time. He shakes his head at me. "Not my girlfriend, " he reminds, raising his eyebrows at me. "You basically are. You're always flirting and you both obviously like each other." He laughs and continues shaking his head.

"Says the girl who's never had a boyfriend, " he taunts and sticks his tongue out. His breath smells heavily of coffee. "It doesn't help that you and Uriah intimidate people, " I say and raise my hands innocently. "You shut everyone down. Probably half the guys in the compound have asked you out."

"And you hate it."

"You aren't wrong, " he chimes in. "Go get ready, " he says and nods towards my room. "Says the guy in his underwear and tank top drinking coffee, " I reply with a chuckle. "Love you too, " he calls as I close my door behind me. I lean my back against it and suppress a small laugh. My brothers are doofi. A.K.A. a doofus.

I head into my all black bathroom and strip myself of my pajamas. They consist of exercise shorts and a right tank top. I let the water warm up before stepping in and rinsing myself. After washing myself, I wrap a towel around myself and grab my hairbrush. "Tris!" I hear one of them yell. They seem more like twins than Uri and I. "What?!" I call through the door. "I need your help!" One of them calls. Definitely Zeke. "Can it wait? I just got out of the shower!" "No!" I groan and step out of my room, still in my towel.

"What?" I ask in his doorway. He looks at me like I'm crazy. "I said I just got out of the shower. Did you think I was lying?" I ask and raise my eyebrows. He rolls his eyes. "Can you grab something? I dropped my phone under the dresser, "I bend down, careful to keep myself covered. I reach my arm under his dresser and grab a smooth piece of metal. Their shower is still running, so it must be Uriah. I hand it to him. "Thanks, " he says and gives me a high five. "Next time, if I ask if it can wait because I got out of the shower, let me put actual clothes on, " I say before walking out and back to my room.

I walk into my walk-in closet and look around for something to wear. My eyes scan the few articles of clothing I own.

Since dad died, we've been short on money and I can only buy the necessities. That's why mom spends almost all day, every day working at the fence. I would help, but nobody wants to hire a fourteen-year-old.

I finally select something somewhat okay. Most of my clothes are birthday or Christmas presents from Shauna or Marlene. Pretty much all of it is crop tops and short shorts, but oh well. It doesn't bug me. Zeke and Uriah are the ones it bugs. They don't want me to be a "dude magnet." Those idiots.