Summary: Reader is an Amity transfer at the same time as Eric and he teases her constantly but one night he finds her in the training room and takes it upon himself to help her.
Characters: Reader, Eric Coulter
Fandom: Divergent
Word Count: 678
Requested: @ericcoultergirl9499
We were in the training room, throwing knives, lo and behold Eric comes around.
“You’re not doing it right Amity,” he taunts.
“Go away Erudite,” I retort, throwing again and missing.
“I’m Dauntless now,” he said proudly.
“You’re not Dauntless or Erudite,” you say back to him. “You’re an initiate just like me.”
“I’m nothing like you, because unlike you I’ll make it to Dauntless,” he sneers.
I put the knives I’m holding back and walk out of the room holding in the tears threatening to fall out.
I sat near the Chasm. It wasn’t the best spot but it was quiet and away from the others. I stayed here with nothing but my thoughts.
I knew I could make it in Dauntless, I didn’t come here to fail.
I just need to train harder.
I got up from my spot and passed the other initiates coming out of the training room, most likely going to dinner but I kept walking. I didn’t notice Eric looking at me and drifting away from the group.
I walked into the room and went to the punching bags and start hitting them.
I didn’t regret my choice. Not one bit. No sir.
No matter how much Coulter bothered me there was no way I was going to let it get to me.
I will pull through. I will get better! I deserve to be here!
“You’re from is all wrong,” I hear to oh so familiar voice of Mr. I hate you.
“What do you want Eric?” I snapped.
“Calm down princess, I’m here to help,” he comes closer and stands behind me.
“I don’t need your help,” I step away from him but he wraps an arm around my torso to keep me in place. “Let me go Eric,” I try to get out of his hold to no avail.
“Come on princess, you can’t even get out of my hold,” he throw me over his shoulder and heads somewhere in the room. “You need my help,” he says as he gently puts me down on the mats.
I cross my arms on my chest and glare at him in defiance.
Eric holds out his arms inviting me to attack him and I do.
I run to him but he easily knocks me down. “Maybe if you weren’t so peaceful,” he taunted.
I narrowed my eyes at him and head butted him. He got off of me and I swung my leg and kicked him in the ribs, he stumbled but regained his balance and tackled me to the ground.
He hovered over me for a bit, “You broke my nose,” was all he said and his face broke out into a smile.
He pulled me up to stand with him and let his hand stay on my hip. “Meet me here during dinner, three times a week and I’ll train you.”
“Why?” I ask looking up at him. “You taunt me all the time, belittle me and make me doubt myself and now all of a sudden you want to help me?” I look at him suspiciously.
“I picked on you because you’re an Amity transfer but you kept on pushing even when I belittled you. You have potential and I want to help you refine that potential,” he ended.
“You know I thought you were just a big mean guy but really you’re a giant teddy bear under all that ‘bad boy’ facade,” I tilt my head looking him up and down.
“Shut it Amity,” he says turning and walking towards the doors.
I look after him before deciding to push my limits. I quietly run up behind him and jump on his back, “Admit it you’re a giant teddy bear,” I whisper in his ear.
“What are you doing? Get off of me,” he said but the fact that he placed his hands under my thighs said otherwise.
“You know, I think we’re gonna be best friends,” I said cheerily.
“I doubt it,” he replied as we left the room and to the last minutes of dinner.
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