Peter laughs as he sees you walking over.

"What's wrong with you, Amity?" he says, sneering. "Back for more?" He turns back to the rest of his group. "Told you she has a crush."

You cock your head. "Maybe," you say, sitting down. "But I'm sitting here, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Peter stands up. "Then we're moving."

You hide a triumphant smile, looking down at your plate. "No, you're not. It's the Dauntless lunch rush- there's nowhere else to sit three people." 

Peter furiously scans the room, eyes darkening as he realizes you're right. He sits down with a huff, then glares at you.

"Fine, Amity," he says, making a face, "take your stupid seat. Sit here. See if we care."

"Okay," you say with a smile that shows exactly how much you know you've won. "Would you like a kiss, too?"

Molly stifles a laugh, and Drew snickers, throwing a roll at Peter.

"Screw you," Peter mutters, glaring down at his peas. "You know what? Screw you, Amity."

You shrug, humming to yourself and scooping up a handful of peas. The meal is particularly delicious today. 

1+ Drew

1+ Molly

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