"Beatrice, what on earth do you think you're doing? You can't go to school wearing that." He motions at the tight, formfitting clothing I'm wearing. Nothing new, what is new though, is that my A cup looks more like a B right now. Bless the push up bra's. I bet he will love it.
"It's Tris, and I can wear whatever I want, mister smartass." I turn away from Caleb, walking to the kitchen and grabbing an apple before making my way outside. I know my parents would never allow me to go out like this, but they don't have to tell me what to do an whatnot. They couldn't care less about what happens to me. So why should I care about what happens to their silly reputation. That's all they care for after all.
The sound of a motorcycle making its way down the road pulls me out of my thoughts. A little smile appears on my face as the guy comes to a fast stop right before me. Without even saying hello he takes of his helmet and pulls me in for a passionate, but quite rough kiss.
"You're looking good." He says, moving his eyes to my breasts and back to my eyes a couple of times. To be clear, it's not like I'm trying to be a slut or something. I have my morals, I'm still a virgin and he respects it. I just like seeing him happy. He cares for me, and sometimes I have the feeling he's the only one who will.
"Come on Peter, let's go." I say and I quickly put on my helmet. His compliment is making me blush, especially since it wasn't a "I like your dress" or "Your hair looks good." Compliment. He liked the push up bra, just as I thought he would and it actually makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong. Like I can't have a boy loving me, or would lusting be a better option? I decide to not think about it anymore, it doesn't really matter anyways. Peter loves me, and of course there could be lust when you love someone. No biggie.
The wind has completely messed up my hair and as we're walking through the schools hallways, I'm desperately trying to fix it. If you think about it, it's funny how I never cared about my appearance when I was younger, I guess worrying comes with time.
"Okay?" I ask, looking up at Peter, only to see him shake his head and pulling up an eyebrow. Damn it. As busy as I am fixing my hair with one hand and holding some books in another, I don't see the guy appearing in front of us. I slam into him and almost lose my balance, my books fall to the ground, but luckily, I stay on my feet. I want to smile at Peter for keeping me from falling to the ground, when I see the hand that gripped my shoulder belongs to a figure dressed in grey. Peter lets out a low grumble and the boy let's go of me. A possessive hand lays on my waist, keeping me close to my boyfriend.
"Well," He says, slightly irritated. "pick it up, Stiff." The boy immediately picks up my books and hands them over. I meet his gaze. Two dark blue eyes meet mine for a second and then he's gone. With slumping shoulders, the boy continues to walk past us, only to be stopped by Peter again.
"Hey stiff," The boy suddenly straightens his shoulders and seems to be clenching his jaws as he turns around. With his head high, I can see a bruise on his chin. He suddenly seems way more intimidating than an Abnegation should, like he's done with this. But then he loses his posture and mumbles a 'sorry' before turning around and walking away.
"Stupid stiff, thinking he can get away with-" I cut him off.
"Hey, just leave it, okay?" I say. I stand on my tiptoes to give him a peck on his lips. He nods and lowers his hand to my lower back.
"He just didn't have the right to touch you, you're mine." The way he says that gives me slight shivers, but I ignore it. He just really, really loves me.
"Tris, what happened to your hair?" Chris looks at me like I'm a character in a really bad horror movie. I give her a confused look before remembering that my hair looks completely awful.
"Sit." She says and I do as she says. The teacher won't be here for a while, he's always late, so Christina should have enough time to fix this. In a couple of minutes, my hair is back to its normal state.
"What's with the bra? Is today a special day?" I turn red from the instant she notes my bra, but when she starts wiggling her eyebrows like a maniac, I burst out in laughter.
"No, I mean it, what's up?" Chris asks, still recovering from an intense laughing workout.
"Nothing, I just thought Peter would like it." I shrug and try to do something casual as Christina gives me that look. And bu 'that look' I mean the judging kind of look only she could give.
"I honestly don't get why you're still with him. I mean, he's a complete ass! You could do so much better." No I can't. Even if I'd want to leave him, I couldn't. Who's gonna be there for me? That's right, no one, I need him.
Okay, Peter isn't the perfect boyfriend, he's quite possessive, doesn't like me hanging out with other boys. He's also short tempered. If he'd see me hanging out with some other guy, both the guy and me wouldn't be quite happy. I've had some bruises once in a while, but it was basically my own fault. And if something happened, he always regrets it. It has never been really bad, nothing you could call abuse. So I stay with him, because it's just better this way.
You see, he will love me when nobody else does.