Dangerous Love

Chapter 8: Defiance

"That was your fault," Sasha rolls her eyes as I stand to face her tall figure.
"It's not my fault they dragged my ass here and are forcing me to be one of them, I'm not and I never will be and they should know that," I growl lowly and her eyebrows shoot up.
"I think just by saying that you prove otherwise," she laughs and grabs my arm dragging me towards the disgusting bathrooms.

"It's 5:30 right now and we have to be in the training room by 7:00," she flashes me a quick smile before pushing me into a shower stall leaving me on my own. Stripping down I place my clothes outside the stall and turn on the low pressure shower. I nearly jump out of my own skin as the hot water stings my back and I press my body fully against the wall. Right, they have hot water here.

Despite how many excuses I made saying the Dauntless don't conserve water and they're being selfish I couldn't help but love the feeling of the hot water running down my back, a sensation I've never felt in my entire life to be honest. Sliding a towel around me I slip out of the stall and go back to the dormitory where now most of the people are awake.

I slide on a bra and panties then toss my towel on the bed, it's not like these people haven't seen me in a swim suit anyway. I quickly slide on the leather pants that were left by my bedside and a black tight tank top and I begin to wonder who put them there.

I throw my hair up in a ponytail then leap onto Sasha's bed who was, taking a short nap but is now using very colorful language and leaving all the former Amity's staring at her in shock.
"Sasha I'm starving let's go," I give her arm one last yank until she's finally up and we're out the door.

"Mercer I swear on my life you interupt my precious sleep and I will kick your ass," she threatens and I can't help but take in the name.
"Some Amity you are huh?" I retort rolling my eyes at her language that would make her a social outcast back in Amity. That's when I realize by her silence that I don't even know her opinion on all of this.

The silence is filled by a short dry laugh, "Some Amity I am," she mumbles mostly to herself.
"I didn't mean it like that," I whisper back and her eyes stay downcast to the stone ground.
"No one ever meant it like that," she smiles a little and I realize this isn't the first time she's been made fun of because of her crude behavior.
"How obvious was it that I was never an Amity?"

"I think everyone knew," I glance over at her as she's now lost in thought.
"Ok but what did they expect? I mean both my parents were dauntless transfers, you can't expect an Amity out of two dauntless's!" she exclaims getting worked up.
"So are you ok with it? I mean this whole Amity being forced to turn Dauntless kind of thing?" I bite the inside of my cheek waiting for her response.

After a long minute she answers, "I don't think it's ok, but if it had to happen to anyone I'm glad it happened to me." I couldn't help but think about her words, 'If it had to happen to anyone I'm glad it happened to me.' What if my sister was forced to go here? I feel anger rise in me but before I can act upon it we walk through a set of doors revealing a large room with tables scattered everywhere and I remember coming here when I was 'staying' in dauntless with Eric.

Barely anyone is in here, I see Max talking to Matt in the corner along with the female leader, Kate. Other than that there's about five more dauntless all minding there own buisness, that is until they see us and their eyes widen slightly. We stick out a lot more than we should, our tan skin and light hair, but the thing that sets us apart from the other Amity transfers filing in behind us is the hatred we hold in our eyes, like a little sneak peak into our own souls.

"This way," Sasha says and walks to the other end of the cafateria to where breakfast food is placed out in a buffet kind of like at home. The rumbling of my stomach soon reminds me I haven't eaten in almost 15 hours and I'm quick to pile food onto my plate.