Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 39

Tris
Zeke kicks out everyone who isn't an initiate and or he doesn't know, so that leaves around half left. He, Shauna, and some of the initiates take coaches and chairs. The rest of the gang sits on the floor. Tobias and Uriah are each at my sides.

"I'm starting!" Uriah yells. Nobody objects because they know he won't take no for an answer. "Allison, " candor or dauntless?" "Candor, " she answers nervously. Smart choice if Uriah is asking.

"Who was the better instructor?" Tobias and I look at each other with smirks. "I don't know. Both were good." That isn't sufficient enough for Uriah, so he asks again. "Fine, Six." I smile cockily at Tobias. "Ha, " I say. He just rolls his eyes.

"Carson, candor or dauntless?" She asks. "Dauntless, duh." He is almost as bad as Eric but still sucks. "Play seven minutes in heaven with your crush." He beams and stands up. "Come on, " he says, offering his hand to me. I shake my head. "So I get no say in the matter?" I ask, clearly pissed off.

"Correct, " Zeke says, sounding almost as pissed off as I. I groan and stand up, walking into the bedroom.

Once the door closes, he pushes me against it and leans his face close to mine. "Nope, " I say and shove him across the room. I sit down behind the door and unlock my phone. I'm gonna text Tobias.
Me: I'm bored.
T: Glad ;)
Me: very funny
T: I know.
T: If he comes near you, you know where it hurts.
Me: You would know ;)
T: not funny -_-
Me: very funny
I'm yanked up my hair, making me stand. "Fuck off, " I say, kicking his stomach. "Come on, baby, " he says, taking slow steps towards me. "Don't call me that, " I spit. He grabs my wrists and pins them against the wall.

Carson steps on my feet, holding them in place as he kisses my neck. I scream on the inside, but my body won't let me. I squirm and struggle, trying to break free. After what feels like hours, I knee him where it counts. He falls back and I step on his chest before knocking him out cold.

Why is it always me? Can't people just leave me the fuck alone? I don't even understand what they see. I'm ugly and flat chested.

"In your dreams, pansycake, " I spit before returning to my spot behind the door.

I hear them count down from ten and I stand at the door.
Tobias: right after she sends him the text...
I grab my phone and start typing Tris a response. I'd rather have her text me than hook up with him.

"What's wrong with you, Four? You seem to chill, " Zeke asks and I shrug. "Only the fact that A, she isn't stupid. B, she can beat up anyone in dauntless. And C, she is texting me, " I say with a laugh.

"Why wouldn't he be calm?" Sam questions. "Him and Six are a thing, " Shauna explains and I shrug. Its been almost a year. "Seriously?" Tristan asks. "Yeah, " I answer, leaning back against the bottom of the couch. "Is that an issue?" He shakes his head and Zeke smirks at me. I smirk right back.

They start counting down and I can't wait for her to come out. The door opens immediately after the countdown ends, but Carson doesn't exit. "If anyone cares, they can take him to the infirm on their own, " she says, sitting down next to me. "Nah, " almost everyone replies. Nobody goes to retrieve his, probably not conscious, body.

"Well, I guess I'm going again, " Allison says, filling the silence. "Umm. Four, candor or dauntless?" All eyes go on Tobias. "Dauntless, " he replies. "You and one other person have to drink a whole bottle of hot sauce."

I know Tobias isn't too good with super hot stuff. "Who doesn't mind hot sauce?" I shrug. I mean, I'm not terrible. Almost everyone else makes a disgusted face. "Tris it is, " he says, standing up, pulling me with him. Zeke passes him a bottle of hot sauce and he pours it into two containers.