Four POV (Switchin it up!)
Zeke, inviting me to his party, smiled.
"Come on Four!" He whined.
"No," I respond.
"Seriously? Come on everyone going to be there! All of the imitates, everyone! Just please come!"
I consider this. "Fine... But on one condition."
"That people don't have to drink before the dare. I don't want everyone drunk, especially the initiates. Alcohol makes it stupid, not fun."
"You gotcha self a deal. Now. We need to get you dressed." He told me.
"You heard me. New clothes. Let's go."
"You're such a girl." I tell him.
"No. I'm a strong, independent woman."
I almost laugh, but I keep my mouth shut.
Zeke practically dragged me to the dauntless shop. We walked around the shop and he pointed out a black leather jacket. I slipped it on over my shirt and Zeke said, "Dude! You could totally get laid tonight! No girl will be able to keep her eyes off you."
I shoot him a bored look and say, "Like that would ever happen."
"You never know..." Zeke tells me.
I shake my head, to no one in particular, but do decide that I like the jacket and buy it.
"Whatever. Let's just go to your place and set up." I say.
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Divergent Candor or DauntlessFanfiction
**WARNING: OLD WRITING** > In this fanfiction, the day after capture the flag was a free day, and the initiates all played a game of truth or dare that Four participated in. But the events that occurred in that room that one night forever changed Tr...