Agent Tris

"No Tris"

Chapter Twelve-"No Tris"

He's there.

Luka Dark.

Leader of the darks.

Before the others can stop me I'm running towards him, stopping in front of him, in the centre of the circle again.

"Well, well. What a nice setting Beatrice, an American High School. I was expecting a dark wood, or at least a theme park;something cool."

"Tris." I correct him.

"Out of all that the only thing you picked out was that I got your name wrong. Selective hearing or what."

"Oh I heard it, it's was just so dull my yawning drowned you out." He scans my outfit.

"Would you like to change into something more appropriate Beatrice. I would really like this to be a fair fight, that way when I watch the light leave your eyes I know I won fair, and square." He taps me softly on the nose when we says the three last words, I pick up his hand and place it back by his side.

"If it will make you happy, yes, I'll change. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes?" I say with raised eyebrows.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He says, kissing the top of my hand and walking off. I roll my eyes and start to head inside the school, knowing there's some spare clothes in my locker. I can hear people following my.

"Your not seriously going to do this Tally?" I stop and see Christina just behind me.

"Like I said earlier, not really my choice. Anyway, you know my name use it."

"But you could just walk away." She says.

"Yes, I could. But then Luka would kill you all in horrific ways, I can't live with that." I turn and continue inside and towards my locker. I don't bother going into a bathroom and just pull my trousers on by my locker with everyone watching, slipping a few knives into the special pockets. I dump the checked shirt, wig and my skirt into my locker and swap the jellies for combat boots, sweeping my hair into a high ponytail as I hastily walk towards the gym.

Just to explain, Luka is 19. Yes, young but who cares. Half the time when we fight I'm worried he's going to start making out with me. He has shaggy blonde hair that he flips away from his face, always wears black clothes and god he's handsome. Imagine your perfect vision of a boy, add blonde hair and that's Luka. Not to mention he's 6ft 2, just a little-lot taller than me.

To be honest, if I wasn't meant to hate him, I'd probably snog him. I'm not even sure I do hate him, I'm just told too. I can feel my ear piece vibrating softly and I click it on.

"What is it Tori?" I snap.

'Tris, don't do this please, all the doors in the school have been locked, we can't get in to help you without alerting Luka.'

"Then I guess I'll see you soon. Or not." With that I cut off the ear piece knowing full well Tori wants to say more.

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