Chapter 1: Reunion

Sweat began to build on my brow as I squatted down some more at the squat rack. I was pushing 85 pounds and I was going all out, I felt empowered and thought that I needed to do some more. I've been coming to Dauntless for about 5+ years now and I done everything but skip the squat rack. I was always fit growing up; I wanted to be in every sport but I couldn't be everywhere. My mother had to tell me that I could only do two sports and every since then, I never stopped exercising. I heard a loud laughter beyond my headphones that were blasting with music and glanced to the weight station to see my bestfriend, Christina, laughing with her husband, Will, as she placed her weighs away.

Christina was beautiful. She had beautiful light brown skin with light freckles dotting against her nose, pairing with astonishing dark brown eyes, her chocolate brown hair was cropped to her shoulders and was pulled back to a small ponytail today. We've grown up together, I don't remember a time that we weren't together. We even graduated together four years ago and when she first told me that our other lifelong friend, Will, proposed to her, she had me as the maid-of-honor last year. It was a beautiful reception and I couldn't be happier for her.

I returned back to the situation at hand and continued to do my squats, breathing in and out. As soon as I was nearing 76, I felt a hand come crashing down on my butt and I jolted to the air. Instantly, turning around while holding the weighs, I saw Christina standing there and I let out a sigh of relief as I placed the weighs back on the holder and stretched out my legs, "Stop hitting my butt, Christina." I scolded with a roll of my eyes while Will walked over while shaking his head.

"I'm sorry that it's so plump and wanted to be slapped," She threw her arms in the air out of playful frustration, "All you need is a man who is looking to dominate you and give you a nice sla-" I walked away because she could say anything else. The thing about Christina was, she had no filter whatsoever. When we first learned how to talk she would tell me everything she had on her mind, 'Tris, you really need some eyeliner because you look like you haven't slept in forever', were the type of things she would tell me. Some days I was grateful for it, other's not so much.

She met me in the locker room where I was gathering my things to leave, "Tris, you honestly can't be mad at me. I always talk about your butt." She giggled as I playfully rolled my eyes at her, "Where are you going after here?" She questioned as we left.

"I'm gonna take a shower and start working on my files." She nodded her head. I worked as a distribution manager at a company in downtown Chicago. I deal with the warehouse of our strict company and the money that goes for the pay. I deal with payroll and supplies of the Hayes&Co. I have the biggest job there and even though it's a lot, I still look forward to getting up the next morning and working with my coworker, Myra.

She gave me a smile, "You should try going out to the club." She announced and I rolled my eyes at her for like the tenth time today. Christina, for years, wants me to find a man and get married so we can talk about sex at our lunches together. Don't even get me started on the sex part because that's all she found interesting, she would make me go on blind dates but no one has caught my eye ever since Eric Coulter, my boyfriend who I had for less than 2 months, who also took my virginity. He was a fling and we both knew it, he didn't even want me for a relationship. Once he popped my cherry, and we had sex three times after, he left and I didn't beg him to stay. I didn't like him all that much anyways. I was a horny girl and he was a horny boy, so we just f-cked and he left.

"I'm not going to the club when I have to place so many orders in for some custom-made printing paper. Thanks, but no thanks Christina," A sad look flashed across her face and I gave her a small smile while placing my hand on her shoulder, "I'm also tired, too. I'll try again next Friday. . .just for you." I was selfless and a pushover. Just like my mother. . . she taught me well.

"Okay!" Her mood instantly changed and I regretted what I just said. I just pushed my uneasiness away and followed her out of the gym. I hope something comes up that will get me out of this.

Blue-gray eyes stared back at me as I looked in the mirror. My long rose gold hair hung in wet curls down my back and my body had scampered tattoos drawn on my natural, beige, skin. My mother is Venezuelan and although I don't fully speak Spanish, I've always had that lingering accent due to her teaching me how to talk as a child. My father is fully american, so I am different than the usual Venezuelan. I was far from ugly, and I wasn't conceited. But, more people kept telling me how beautiful I was as I grew up, that I started believing them and I didn't feel too bad about myself. Even though I still have those days where I feel and look like sh!t.

I got my first tattoo when I was 16 years old. I got it with a fake signature of my mother and nearly got arrested and a beating fro my mother. I got the tattoo for my family so it would take some of the heat off when I got in trouble, but also because I loved them. Ravens are taking flight on my right collard bone, they all represent my family; my dad, mom, and brother, Caleb. They all have one that is for them. Then when I turned 17, Christina and I went to a house party and they were giving out tattoos. He was professional so I knew it was safe, he cleaned the needle each time he was done. We both got our initials on our wrist with an infinity ring going through it, cheesy but cute.

I had a single arrow under my left breast that showed in low arm-hole tops, 'Valiente' which means brave in Spanish on my other collard bone. Lastly, on my right arm, I have a detailed half sleeve that has many encouraging words and some things that I like. It starts from my forearm to my wrist and I got this last year when I turned 23. Now, I'm 25 and live by myself in an apartment in The Loop, of Chicago. It's close to my job and I can afford this two bedroom apartment.

I stretch my arms over my head and put on a big t-shirt that I stole from my brother when we were little. I flip my curly, damp, hair behind my back and I walk to the living room to get my mail off of the table. I promised myself that I would go through the bills once I got out of the shower.

Bills, bills, and more bills. I'm about to lazily throw the open mail on the coffee table when a eggshell white, I can tell by the paper consistency it's more than another bill, this paper was cotton bond and thick like it's important. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Then I see it. That stupid sticker that was red with a gold armor signifying the amazing Eaton family. It just shows how rich they were by making the gold reflect in the light. I rip open the packaging, surprised that guards don't jam down my door and scold me for just ripping their precious sticker.

I'm having a reunion for most of my class next week, I expect you to have your things packed and be waiting at the airport on Friday.

My private driver will take you to my jet and have you sent here to Russia to meet me at my house near Mt. Iremel.

You'll be here for two weeks, at the most. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call.

- Eaton

A stupid reunion, there has to be some type of catch. When I asked for something to get me out of going to the club, I didn't mean going to see Tobias, someone who I really didn't care for. Tobias was a transfer student that spent a year in the states before joining the school system with us. He did 11th and 12th grade before he did a couple years of college and got the hell out of here and went back to his home in Russia. Girls dropped their panties for him when his thick accent traveled through his laced American voice. Hell, I almost did. But, too soon I figured out those girls that dropped there panties for him, he picked them right up after he was finished with them.

He was a man-whore and I wasn't mad about that towards him. I was upset because he tried too hard with me. He wanted to get in my panties and I could see it through his lustful eyes. . . his eyes were beautiful. They were so deep and rich like the chocolate curls on top of his head. His eyes were dark blue and were so captivating, that past the times he was trying seduce me, I was drowning in them. Tobias was tall and not just average tall, tall. I am a mere 5"2 and he had to look down at me. . . like everyone else. But, now that he's back home what does he want to do with us.

He never really liked me for who I am, and I really never liked him for who he is so why in the hell does he want to see me again. He had quite a few friends to be a transfer student who struggled with his English. He is rich, he never really flaunted it in people's face but he let it be known. But, all of this stuff isn't why I don't like him, it's because of the last time he really tried with me and I actually fell into it. But, soon I realized that I couldn't do that and become one of the girls to say, 'oh yeah, I slept with him too'. It all happened during our Senior year.

Flashback:

"I'm home!" I shout once I'm through the mahogany door. I'm a little upset that I don't smell Pabellon, a dish my mother is known for. I frown and walk towards the kitchen and I nearly jump out of my skin as I see the tall figure, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. And I scowl once our eyes meet, "What are you doing here?" I sneer, placing my bag on the island.

Tobias gives me a fake smile and shuts the door of the fridge, "I'm great and you? That's wonderful." He walks towards me with a smile on his face, "Your brother is helping me with my math homework." His deep, Russian accent is music to my ears and for once I just want to slowly sink to my knees in front of him. When he first entered that History class and he had to introduce himself, you could practically hear the moans coming from girls. Now, I have him in my house and I almost despise him. Girls are gonna envy me.

"Great." I mock happiness and go to turn away when he grabs my arm and turns me around back to him. His eyes are so deep blue up close, they give off a dominate aura, almost like he wants me to hold my head down and wait for him to address me. Instead, I hold his hard gaze.

He leans close to me and I can practically smell his cologne and soap, "Why do you hate me?" He questions.

Like the idiot I am, I start to stutter and I can't stop. He keeps leaning closer and closer and I can't my voice or even the thought as to how quickly this escalated, "I-I- don't hate you. You're just not my type." I compose myself and push him off of me, instead of turning away and going upstairs to my room to see why in the hell did Caleb leave his guest downstairs, "Where is Caleb?" My voice is hoarse and both of can tell that he has an effect on me.

"He spilled some soda on him, he's taking a shower because he's complaining that it's too sticky." He laughs and a small smile forms on my face at the thought of that, "You never answered my question fully." He grabs my hands and I pull it away, almost like his hand scorched mines.

"I don't hate you," I tell him honestly, "Like I said, you're not my type. You have too many girls-" We can hear the jealousy in my voice. Before I could say anything, he grabs my face and slams his lips against mines. I bring my hand up to slap him, but I end up resting them on his broad shoulders. His lips are everything I've ever imagined; smooth yet rough, plump, and skillful. I continue sink into his touch as his tongue demands entrance in my mouth and I let him in, he tastes like something sweet with mint. His hands travel down my back and I shiver at his touch once they rest on my butt, he lets out a groan and I can't help but to moan as many thoughts enter my mind that I can't stop from coming in. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming down the steps and I quickly pull away from me, wiping our combined spit from my lips. I grab my bag, give him a glare that I've tried hard to muster up and I run up the steps, passing Caleb.

"Beatrice?" I hear Caleb question as I run past him with a flustered expression. I can't believe that just happened.

End of Flashback

Great, now I'm all hot and bothered. I don't know how this would be if I go to see him. He probably has a hot, Russian, girlfriend who puts me to shame. I can't bare to see that, only because I know that the poor girl doesn't know what she's getting into. I place the letter on the coffee table and quickly run to my bedroom, getting under the covers. I'd rather go to the club this Friday.

How was this chapter? Let me know in the comments, I am really excited to start this new book!