Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 7

Two days later...
Tris
"Today you will learn how to throw knives!" I shout to the clump of transfers before us. Uriah and I each grab a knife and throw at the same time, both hitting the center. "Your turn, " he says and they scramble to grab a few knives.

Uriah had seemed really smiley all day. "What's up with you?" I question, nudging his arm with my elbow. He shrugs. "Are you and Mar a thing?" I ask, nudging him again. He rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it.

"You are?" I ask and he shrugs again. "You totally are." His cheeks turn pink ever so slightly. "Uri's got a girlfriend." He pushes me away from him with a small laugh. I almost fall, but don't.

"When are you getting a boyfriend. You're fourteen." I groan and throw my head back, watching one of the lights flicker. "When they stop being assholes, " I reply and return my head to it's original position.

"All the dauntless guys are all over you." No, they aren't. I shake my head. "Whatever lies you want to tell yourself." I shove him into a punching bag, causing a loud smack noise.

All the initiates turn to us and I smirk. "Did we say to stop?" They all quickly turn back to the targets and throw, most all miss because they're rushed. I see Four look over, smirk, and turn back to the target. I smile and shake my head.
Tobias
I'm not as good at knives as at guns. Most of them hit a half foot from the center. "Not so good, Stiff." Why can't Eric just leave me the hell alone for once?

"Piss off, " I retort and try to ignore him.

Why did I have to be born a stiff? Why you Marcus? Why did she have to die? Why would he hit his own wife and child? Why wouldn't he just put me out of my misery?

"Lunch!" Uriah calls and I throw my last knife into the board, turning before I see where it hit if it did. I walk behind Tris and Uriah.

"You okay? You seem a little off," Tris asks, pausing slightly to let Uriah forward more. I nod, uncertain. I can tell she doesn't completely believe me and I probably wouldn't believe myself if I saw what I looked like. Do I look that weird?

We all sit down at lunch with our usual food. Mine consists of a cheeseburger and lots of cake. I look next to me and notice Tris' burger. Not even a cheeseburger. I can see her stare longing at the other food. She gets the same thing every time, the cheapest.

Zeke, Uriah, and Tris all stand up suddenly, looking towards the door. I turn to see a short woman with pale skin and blonde hair. She looks like an older Tris, but with brown eyes. They all run over to her and wrap her in a hug. She grabs some food and comes to sit with us. I scoot over to free up room for her to sit between Tris and Uriah.

"New face, " she says, glancing at me. I smile a little and introduce myself.

"Hana. Nice to meet you, Four." I nod as if to say the same. She greets Lynn, Shauna, and Marlene as well. She had to be Tris' mom. They look almost exactly the same.

She glares disapprovingly at Tris' burger. Tris is about to get it. "Go get more, " she says, nodding at the half-eaten burger. She shakes her head. "I'm fine." "You need more, " her mom insists, handing her points. Tris refuses again. "Go get her something else, " She says and hands the points to Uriah. Tris glass daggers at him. What's going on?

"I will get you back, " Tris threatens and he looks to his mom, pleading with his eyes. "You have to eat more." "I'm not hungry, mom, " Tris repeats. "You never are, " Zeke mumbles quietly. Shauna, Lynn, Marlene, and I decide to stay out of this. This isn't my problem.

"This is what I always get. I'm fine." After she says it, she realizes she would be been better off if she didn't. "Beatrice." She cringes at her name. Uriah and Zeke snicker and both the girls shoot them glares.