“Come on, Stiff,” he says. “Let someone else stand there and take it.”
Why is he trying to goad me into giving up? Does he want me to fail?
“Shut up, Four!”
I hold my breath as he turns the last knife in his hand. I see a glint in his eyes as he pulls his arm back and lets the knife fly. It comes straight at me, spinning, blade over handle. My body goes rigid This time, when it hits the board, my ear stings, and blood tickles my skin. I touch my ear.
He nicked it.
And judging by the look he gives me, he did it on purpose.
(Source: isaaclahearchive, via divergent-trilogy)