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"Stiles....what are you doing?"
"Hm? Wh-What do you mean?"
"You keep fidgeting."
Stiles looked at his legs, which were indeed fidgeting, and put his hands down on his legs to calm them. "Ohh, uhh, it's nothing dad."
"You sure? Because you seem a bit.....off."
Off? Off was an understatement. He almost had a near death experience just from bumping into someone. Come to find that that 'someone' wasn't just anyone....
After Stiles knocked into him Scott quickly got him outta there; apologizing like five times a minute to the beast infront of them. Stiles asked him, "Who was that gorilla anyway?"
"Dude, you don't know how lucky you are right now. That's the famous Dauntless instructor Derek Hale." Scott explained. Stiles' eyes widened when he heard the name, "Hale?"
"Yeah, Hale. The family that got burned during the war a while back, and I think he's like the only one left."
After that whole uncomfortable experience him and Scott when to their factions, but even now as Stiles sits with his dad he can feel the intense look of Derek's eyes piercing into him.
"Dad I'll be fine. I'm just nervous about the whole Choosing ceremony." he said trying to convince him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. C'mon dad, no need to worry."
His dad gave him a look but decided to drop it, which Stiles' was glad for. The ceremony began and Chris Argent from the Abnegation faction went up to the stage and began to speak to the crow. Stiles recognized him, but only because Scott was obsessed with his daughter Allison.
Which gives him a perfect opportunity to mess with him whenever they see her.
But anyway, Chris began retelling the history of the factions and the choosing ceremony and the aptitude test and....blah blah blah, all stuff everyone already knew about. What everyone really came here for was to choose our faction, which Stiles was still stressing about.
"Alright, well, without further rambling from me...let's get thing started, shall we?"
Oh god, here we go.
"Let's start with...Allison Argent."
Of course he'd pick his daughter first. Granted her name begins with an A, but Stiles still groaned because his name being Stilinski meant that he'd be sitting fora while.
Maybe he can use this time to actually figure out what he's gonna do when he actually does get called. Is he gonna go up there and say 'Oh yeah umm turns out I'm a Divergent and I know that's kind of a bad thing so please don't kill me kay?'
Yeah....yeah that'll work.
This went on for a while, and Stiles kinda zoned out until he heard Scott's name being called. He watched as his best friend walked up to the five bowls, staring at each of them intently.
During the choosing, the initiate must draw blood from his or her hand with a knife and must place a drop of blood in the respective faction bowl; the gray stone for Abnegation, water for Erudite, earth for Amity, lit coals for Dauntless, glass for Candor.
Stiles watched, and his mouth dropped when he saw Scott's blood drop in the Dauntless bowl.
"What the...."
"Stiles, is that Scott? What is he doing?!" His dad spoke up. But Stiles was just as confused, if not more that Scott McCall has chosen to be a part of the Dauntless faction.
He looked to the crowd of Abnegation with kind of a sad look, but the Dauntless were already on their feet clapping for him. Geez, way to be compassionate.
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"Uhh, just call me Stiles."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah....."
"....Well, alright then."
Chis Argent gave Stiles a look but Stiles tried to ignore it. It was his turn up and his heart was beating twenty miles per minute. He looked at each of the bowls, as if trying to find one that said 'Hey Stiles, pick me'
No such luck though.
"Okay Stilinski....what now?" he said to himself. He picked up the knife, and slowly pressed it against his palm. Slowly pull it down he cut his palm and the blood drew quickly. He didn't know why but he expected his blood to be blue or green or something because he was Divergent. Did it make sense? No...not at all.
He held his hand over the Amity bowl; the only faction he knew for sure that he wasn't going to. He realized he should have told his dad before, because it's not fair for him to see his son just pick a different faction right infront of his face.
Damn Stiles, you're an idiot.
He gulped, and moved his hand from over the Amity to the Erudite bowl. Erudite were the super intelligent, and Stiles admits that he has a habit for research but not so much for studying or experiments.
He moved his hand, and put it over the Candor. Ehh, Stiles gets the whole honesty thing but.....he's told his share of lies before. And he only ever tells the truth in dangerous situations when he has no choice.
Abnegation was a good choice too, and Stiles likes to help others, but let's be honest....Stiles would probably keep some food to himself instead of giving it all to someone else.
But....all that left was.
"Dauntless...." he said so quietly he barely even heard it. In a last gulp and suck in of breath, Stiles put his hand over the Dauntless bowl and squeezed his hand; the blood drop was almost slow motion as Stiles watched it fall onto the jagged rock.
He turned and looked to the crowd, and his eyes immediately went to his dad. Stiles didn't need a test to figure out that his dad was surprised, and slightly disappointed...
Wow, he didn't know seeing that look on his dad's face would hurt that much.
But nonetheless, the Dauntless crew started cheering and Stiles walked down to join them. He sat next to Scott who seemed surprised as much as everyone else,
"Dude....you picked Dauntless!"
"Yeah.....yeah I guess I--"
"WELCOME ROOKIE!" A random guy came up to them and yelled. Stiles almost jumped back in his seat just from the amount of crazy coming of of this guy. He had frosted tips too; who still does that?
"Man everyone is this faction must be crazy..." Stiles said.
"Yeah, I guess so." Scott smiled at him. He put an arm over his shoulder, "But they aren't who you have to worry about."
Scott's smile urned devilish and Stiles looked behind him. Freaking Derek was still staring at them. Stiles almost had a heart attack.
"Dude, that guy is so fucking creepy I swear!"
Scott laughed, "Yeah I know. But he's our new teacher."
"Our what?" Stiles said with his mouth dropping open. "Are you kidding me?"
"Yeah. He graduated at the top of his class and literally scares everyone so much that everyone respects him. It's crazy but at least there're no reports of him killing anyone."
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Scott your sense of humor has left me with pains in my stomach."
"And your sarcasm has gone completely un-noticed, as always." Scott replied, lightly shaking his head. Stiles gave him a fake, wide teeth-showing smile before turning his attention back to the stage.
After a while and a few more initiates, the ceremony was over. Everyone proceeded to exit, but the initiates were required to say goodbye to their families and follow their new faction back to their headquarters.
Scott went to go find his mom, leaving Stiles to go look for his dad. He pushed through the crowd and could see him still sitting on the other side of the room, but before he could get there he felt someone grab his arm.
He almost fell on his ass but somehow remained his balance. He turned around fully ready to curse out whoever it was but....
......"Oh.....hey...D-Derek...."
Derek Hale. Again.
He had a firm grip on Stile's arm, and didn't show signs of loosening up. He looked down at Stiles; his green eyes still bold and piercing into him. Lord, if he wasn't so creepy Stiles would actually swoon at his eyes for a bit....
"Umm....is there something you wa-"
"Why'd you pick Dauntless."
Stiles was taken back, and didn't respond; he just had his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but didn't
After a moment he finally said, "Uhh....well....my test results.."
"Your test results said you belong in Dauntless?" Derek asked, but his voice was dripping with this dangerous tone. Stiles wanted to hightail it out of there but Derek still held onto his arm.
"...N-No....."
"Then why did you pick Dauntless?"
"Umm..."
"Stiles!"
Stiles was literally freaking out, but luckily he was saved by his pops.
"Stiles we need to.....hey, what's going on over here?" he said walking up to the two. Stiles turned to his dad but when he turned back Derek had already let go of his arm and left.
Well, Stiles can already tell this is gonna be a hell of a learning experience.