Candor or Dauntless?

Nine

*Tris PoV*

"Stiff, C or D?" I roll my eyes at the name Stiff, I will not snap at Eric, the man who has control over my faction, and status. "Dauntless," I say, firmly.
"Ooh, the Stiff chose Dauntless!" Peter mocks. "Make it twice," I say, annoyed. "I dare you to let Four throw knives at you, if you don't flinch, he will shoot your outer edges, but if you do flinch, remove an article of clothing." This was thought out well... "let's go," I sigh and everyone cheers, (apart from the haters).

First the knives, I remember standing up here for Al, and my stomach aches with guilt, and anger. We have fallen apart from friends... I wish that never happened. Four throws the first knife, and the second, third. Eric stops, and we move to bullets. I try hard not to scream, and flinch. After three shots I realize: these are plastic bullets, worse they'll give me is an welt. I smile, and Four shoots on. "Enough, let's go back." Eric says, and I thank God.

We go back and continue playing. We did some odd dares, and they were fun! Will gave Chris an love mark, Lynn and Mar played Seven Minutes In Heaven. Sheke sat on a loveseat. Four had to kiss me, he chose my cheek and I did not enjoy it one bit. We all fell asleep in Sheke's apartment. This is fun.