|Appearances can be deceiving
Author: MrsLefroy PM
Divergent from Peter's point of view. We all know Tris described him as pure evil and cruel, but is he really like that? Or is he trying to make others believe he's a selfish ruthless sixteen years boy? It probably will turn out a Petris fic.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Peter & Tris/Beatrice P. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 11,297 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 07-20-12 - Published: 06-21-12 - id: 8240634
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Disclaimer: I really want to write more chapters, but I would like to have reviews so I would be able to improve my writing and good reviews would make me very happy. I know this one was a bit short, but I promisse the next ones will be longer. Unfortunatly I do not own Divergent or any of these wonderful characters.
It was the day of the Aptitude Test, Peter was more than sure which faction he would choose, but there are no exceptions, every young girl and boy with 16 years had to do it, to tell you which faction is the one you belong to. He woke up as it was an ordinary day for him, he went to the shower and took a cold bath to awaken, which wasn't very effective. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he looked in the mirror and saw a tall young men, strands of wet black hair fallen over his piercing green eyes and a wide smile increasing as the thought of finally leaving this stupid excuse for a faction.
Peter wasn't the nicest person you could met, he could be rather mischievous and envious, only because he wanted to be the best at everything. One time when he was around thirteen and he didn't got the first place in the running contest that year, it was killing him and his pride, but that wouldn't last long, nor would the other kid smiley face. On their break he got out of the classroom before the boy, who was a dauntless, and leaned against the wall, sticking his leg in front of the other boy's feet so he would stumble and fall. Let's say his little enemy saw him and he knew it was Peter who humiliated him in front of the whole school. As his anger grew he started hitting the sneaky Candor's boy, but Peter was able to run to the Principal's office before his face was smashed into a cake and forced the tears to come out, he looked like he was been beaten for half a hour, when the truth was he wasn't hit for more than five minutes. His Candor statue made the Principal believe him instead of the other kid's version of the event, which was the true one. With all this the Dauntless kid was punished and Peter got the upper hand on the matter, as always.
He made his way to his room and picked some black jeans and shirt, as he was dressing up, he couldn't help but think that in two day he would be in a different faction, probably competing for a high position inside his future home, that wouldn't be a problem, he doesn't accept no for an answer, and if anyone would try to steal it from him, he would ensure that person would be out of his way to the bigger prize. As the thought was vanishing, he puts on his white sneakers and grabbed his black blazer that soon would be switched by a black leather jacket with zippers all over it, as he has dreamed since ever.
As he was walking outside the house he stopped by his parents. "I'm late to catch the bus, dad, could you drive me to school?" his dad was a middle-aged men with Peter's hair and bright almond eyes, fighting back the tears caused by the approach of the Choosing Ceremony, but finally he nodded. Mrs. Blackfaith reached for her only and sweet son and kissed him on his forehead, moving her kind green eyes to find his. "We know you will switch faction, but remember Peter, we will always love you!". The day was coming and they were not prepared to let their young man get out of the nest, he was the most important person for them. "I know mother, but I don't find myself right placed here. I love you both very much." And with this his father grabbed the car keys on the table, trying to avoid tears, and they made their way to the car.
The school was already full of sixteen years old teenagers, Peter got out of the car and went to the cafeteria, where they had to wait for their name to be called. He sat next to a redhead boy, Drew, he was the nearest Peter had to a friend, more of a lackey, but at least he respects him, though that's just because he fears Peter. Molly, on the other hand, doesn't fear him, she kind of puts Peter on a pedestal, she has a crush on him since forever, but he just sees her as a precious lackey, better than Drew, to be honest.
"Which faction is going to be called first?" Peter asked the ginger boy, as he arrived a bit late.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's Amity, those joyful pathetic faces aren't enjoying the day as it seems." Drew could be a bit stupid and dowdy, Peter sometimes just had to go elsewhere because his stupidity could reach levels beyond belief and the desire to punch him could increase incredibly fast.
"This is bullshit, I already know which faction I'm going to choose, so I don't think this will help me, at all." Peter stated with a serious voice, not making it like Drew was supposed to laugh. "This is a waste of my precious time!".
Molly's horrible snorting laugh caught his attention from the Dauntless young members sat three tables over. The cafeteria has five huge tables, each one for each different faction, disposed like a four-petals flower, Erudite and Dauntless' near the kitchen, Abnegation's in the centre and Candor and Amity's on the opposite side of the first two, near the exit.
Peter sensed a hand shaking his shoulder trying to catch his attention once again, Molly was calling him, but the only thing he heard was "Now... Candor... our turn... Peter... calling your name..." and a flash made him awaken from his daydream.
"Peter Blackfaith, it's the last time we call your name." And he suddenly got up, disturbed by the fact that everybody in the room was staring at him like he was a lunatic, everybody except the Abnegation's members, they don't usually make fun of people, and that's the major fact that makes Peter hate them, they're selfless and are always trying to help everybody, and for him that was hypocrite, how could someone prefer caring about everybody else over themselves. He just couldn't stand it, for him they were as selfish as everybody else, they just cover up their selfishness.
The grins and glances were driving him crazy, his green eyes got darker, filled with anger, making him curl his hands into fists, ready to punch someone, with his, now white, knuckles. He couldn't do it now, he needed to calm down, so he took a deep breath and made his way through the door.
A/N: I'm not a writing prodige, I'm just a fan and I love reading and writing. I would love to receive construtive reviews so I can improve, I would be more than grateful that if you see any typos you would tell me, as I said I want to improve and your help would be mostly appreciated! This first chapter was small because I didn't know if someone would even read it, and I was kind of insecure, but I promisse the next ones will be longer. Thank you for reading and enjoy :)