Flower Crown ❀ (Divergent)

Danger

Chapter 7

At the next Dauntless training Four was teaching us about knives and how to throw them. I enjoyed this part of our training. The first throw of mine was a bit off-kilt but it was still on the gel outline of the person, it stood out on the outline of the man's arm. I tried again and got it just off his leg.

I can't deny that I wasn't imagining Eric in the place of the gel target, I refused to think about what I did to him. It made me cringe every time I thought about him because I saw him at the end of Jeanine Matthews gun every time. I hated him for making me feel things that I didn't deserve.

The third one was the hardest but it hit his arm. I sighed in frustration before walking bravely to my target and pulling the knives out, irritated. The last knife I threw gave me a bit of a struggle when I tried to remove it but I managed to pull it out with a grunt.

I tried the first one again and it landed in between the arm and body. I cringed. Suddenly hands grabbed my waist positioning me.

"Its no use just throwing it Mia, knife throwing is an art form on its own." The voice of Eric sounded at my left ear as he tapped my legs open and in stance.

I blushed at his brazenness at just opening my legs at the same time as scorning him in my head to stay away from me. He stood behind me, holding my hand with his and aiming. He then threw it through my hand and it hit the target right on the head. I was struck sudden at his proximity to me, slightly dizzy. The memory of our kiss resurfaced in my brain and I threw another knife on my own this time hitting the pretend Eric in the heart.

He was in danger just by association, if Jeanine even heard a word of Eric kissing me... I'm afraid to think of the outcome.

"Better." He approved before walking off.

I stared after him and then my eyes went to that ass of his. I snapped myself out of my daze and threw more knives. Every time I threw the knife, I pictured it was Eric. It happened a couple of times before Eric stopped all of us to dote on Al. He told Al to stand in front of the target and Beatrice intervened like the stupid saint she is.

"Is this necessary?" I huffed at Eric loud enough in front of my fellow initiates.

"I think you need to experience some repercussions for your bravery Mia, stand in front of your target as well." I scolded myself mentally before standing in front of my target.

Eric collected each one of the initiates knives in his own hands and stood like a piranha again, but this time in front of me. He was relentless when throwing the knives at me but I refused to blink. He had closed his eyes making me queasy, however I refused to actually look at him.

Eric trimmed some hair off the bottom by my ear that would create a loose hair if I decided to put it in a ponytail again . My glare hardened.

How dare he?

Eric winked at me before telling me I was off the hook. I looked back at the target to see he had thrown each knife along the shape of my body. I looked back at Eric shocked who just shrugged and stared at me. I stormed off angrily.

How long must he have been staring at me to get each knife exactly to the shape of my body and not touch me? Was that his way of a romantic gesture?! I really didn't want to know.

The strand of hair that was trimmed refused to stay in a ponytail so it curled to frame my face. I was thoroughly annoyed as I stormed through the cafeteria, slamming my tray down in front of my friends. Christina and Al looked at me with sorry looks on their faces.

"He did a good job with your silhouette at least." Christina commented slowly, shrugging.

And with every compliment about how cute of a couple Eric and I would be, the pressure of my hand was increasing on my glass of water as well as my temper. I wouldn't subject Eric to Jeanine's scrutiny. She herself told me that she wouldn't allow me the privilege of a nice life. She also blamed the fact that I was living on me and that I shouldn't have even been created which was quite hurtful because I was never her child to say that to.