Be Brave: A Divergent FanFiction

Chapter Eight

"Today you will be fighting each other," Four says, stepping aside for us to see who is our opponent. He narrows his eyes at us. "Look at your opponent. Look for the weakness of him or her. You will need it."

The name written at my side is—Tyler.

My body freezes when my eyes catches my name in the board. At my side, Sophie sighs in relief, oblivious of who my opponent is. Why would they put me to fight with him?

"Can we please leave for breakfast?" I plead, trying to block my mind of the possibility of losing and embarrassing myself in front of the Dauntless leaders. Just thinking baout it makes me dizzy.

"Wait! Blaze, who are you fight-" Sophie's voice stops midway when she looks at the board. "Are they serious?! They are making you fight him?!"

"Sophie, why are you screaming?" Thomas asks from my other side. "Oh, crap. You are fighting Tyler?"

I barely nod. "Yes."

"They are freaking nuts!" Sophie screams in frustration. I hit her shoulder, making her wince. "What?!"

"Shut up," I snap, looking around. "I don't want Tyler to know I am nervous."

Thomas puts a hand in my shoulder. "You will be able to do it. I'm sure of it."

I smile weakly and brush his hand from my shoulder. My glance change from Thomas to Tyler. Of course, he is taller than me. His legs are built along with his arms and chest. I don't even want to start thinking about how I am going to beat him. 

"Like what you see, Blaze?" Tyler says my name with venom.

I give him a dry look. "Why would I like what I see? Haven't you seen yourself in a mirror?" 

"You sure have a smart-mouth," he hisses. I give him a sweet smile. "I am going to wimp that smile off your face in a while. Don't get anxious, honey."

That comment almost vanish the smile from my face, however I manage to keep it. "In your dreams, Tyler," I say his name in disgust. He smirks, sending a wink my way. I glare his way, clenching my fist at the side, probably killing my circulation. I have to win against me. It kills me or not.

"Come on," Thomas says, putting a hand on my lower back, "let's go get breakfast."

When we reach the cafeteria, I am thinking about a strategy to use against Tyler. How can I find his weak point?

"You could flirt with him and daze him," Thomas offers. I give him a blank look. "I was just suggesting!"

"Thomas," Sophie and I hiss at the same time, "shut up!"

He stands his hands in surrender, making a low chuckle escape my lips. "I will give my best," I mutter to them. "It wouldn't be much, but I will still try."

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"Tyler and Blaze! You are up!" George shouts. 

I gulp, my hands shaking. What's with my hands shaking all the time? Oh, yeah. I'm not even going to try and hide it, I'm nervous. Thomas pushes me forward, offering me an easy smile. Easy for him to smile. 

 "Scared, Noses?" Tyler smirks. 

"I'm going to wimp that smirk of yours," I hiss, clenching my fists. Before I even knew what happen, I lunch to him, my fist going high, but quickly moving to his stomach, earning a wince from him. I smirk, letting my hand connect with his stomach again. His hand made its way to my side and punch, making me jerk back.