Divergent

Being in a faction was all you had ever known and representing your faction was what you had always wanted to do.

You'd never felt as if you'd fit in at your old faction – something just wasn't quite right, and you knew that at the choosing ceremony you'd have the option to choose who you wanted to be.

Three years ago, you had chosen to go to Dauntless and you knew that it was the best decision you had ever made.

Since transferring, you had met your now boyfriend Eric and had moved in with him along with becoming a leader after two years of being in Dauntless.

Becoming a leader so young wasn't uncommon in the faction, after all Eric had done it a year younger than you but compared to the other leaders you were an absolute baby.

You'd been assigned to training the transfer initiates alongside Four but in a rare occurrence Four was off sick – however you suspected it had something to do with a certain Dauntless member who he seemed quite enamoured with.

Despite Eric's distaste of Four, the two of you actually got on quite well but you pretty much had to considering how closely you both worked together.

As Four was off, Eric had agreed to take over with you for the day and it just so happened that you were sparring against each other in order to demonstrate the proper techniques to the initiates.

All of the initiates had gathered around the raised mat whilst you and Eric stood upon it.

"So today, we will be demonstrating sparring to you all as you need to learn the proper techniques," you announced to the gathered crowd.

Collective groans sounded from the initiates as you had been demonstrating sparring for the past week – but they still weren't understanding it, and until they did it would be drilled into their brains.

"Don't you go complaining at me!" you yelled out in an authoritative tone. "It is not my fault that you all have too thick of skulls to grasp the basics!"

Eric took up his stance and shot you a wink.

"Age before beauty," you joked with him causing some of the initiates to laugh but Eric just shot you a glare.

Within moments the two of you were sparring with determination – of course you'd never hurt each other but you were both experienced enough to know how to seem as if you were causing damage.

You had gotten the upper hand on Eric and so you managed to pin him down quite quickly, leading to surprised murmurs from the initiates as Eric was pretty much twice your size.

Once the two of you were stood again, Eric addressed the initiates. "Do you think you've grasped the basics now?!"

"We see that you two are together," one initiate spoke up causing Eric to shoot them a glare.

A smirk crossed your face as you glanced over at Eric.

"And what's given you all that idea?" you questioned.

The same initiate answered you. "You're tiny, there's no way you actually won that fairly."

Eric audibly groaned which made everyone turn to face him.

"I did not let her win," he stated with authority. "And not that it is any of your business, Y/N is my girlfriend and has been for a long time."

Of course, there was a small smile on your face as he said that out loud. But the moment was ruined when both you and Eric heard some rude comments about you from the crowd.

Eric's glare hardened. "Take this as a warning, she is your leader and she is not to be disrespected in any way!" he yelled out into the room.

And with that, Eric stormed out of the room leaving you to face your initiates.

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Written by Hannah.