Okay, this looks like a typical high school story, but it's different than the others. I'm gonna try for it to be mostly Tobias's point of view and for it to be more in school than amongst the people. Let's try to do this.
Tobias' POV:
I look over my shoulder to see her. Biting her whole lower lip in concentration. I half-smile, hoping she looks up from the test that we're taking. I turn back around to the noise of a pencil being tapped on my desk.
"Mr. Eaton, let's not get caught up in our fantasies." Mrs. Tillman tells me while looking at Tris and then back at me. She smirks. I smile back and focus on the test. But how can I when she's only one row away from me? I sigh, hopeless to getting the girl of my dreams and to this stupid test.
When I get up to turn in my test, I feel eyes on my butt. I frown and keep walking. Tiffany touches my hand when I get back to my desk. I slip my hand away from hers. She's always been trying to get back together after sophomore year. I turn around one more time to see Beatrice. I look at her bangs, layered like feathers spread evenly on each other. She catches my eyes. I smile a bit and turn around. Idiot. What's wrong with you? She almost saw you drooling. I close my eyes.
"Psst." I look up with my eyebrows meeting in the middle. "Hey Four." I turn to my left and see Zeke with his hands covering his mouth , making it seem like he's gonna shout.
"Yes?" I whisper back.
"Do you have a pencil? I came late to class and I forgot my backpack-" Zeke keeps ranting. I reach to my backpack and take out a pencil. I show it to Zeke and he stops talking. I throw it at him. Instead of him catching it, the tips of his fingers throw it back and the pencil hits Mrs. Tillman in her hair. Zeke automatically points at me and everybody starts laughing except her. She just looks at the teacher with worry. Her icy-blue eyes mixed with a rolling thunderstorm are filled with distress. Mrs. Tillman turns and looks at Zeke and I. The idiot that I can't trust to catch a freaking pencil, is still pointing at me. Mrs. Tillman squints her eyes and all she says before turning back around is, "After class." When everybody calms down from the incident, the bell rings. Tiffany touches my arm and tells me that she'll be waiting for me at lunch. I roll my eyes when she leaves. Beatrice comes and hold her books as if they're her anchor. She looks at my chin.
"I hope you don't get in a lot of trouble, Four - uh, I mean Tobias. Sorry, I forgot that you don't like that name." She gives me a small smile before walking away with her silent footsteps. I look at Zeke with such disdain that I'm surprised that he hasn't noticed.
"Come here, you two." Mrs. Tillman says in a serious tone. I start to walk up to her desk, while Zeke just starts to grab his stuff. I slap the back of his head and pull him up by his Dumbo ears.
"Owowowowowow." Is all you hear from him. Mrs. Tillman doesn't mind the violence, considering that she always plays around with us by smacking our arms when we're goofing off. We stand at the edge of her desk.
"Now Four," she starts until I cough, "Oh, right. Tobias, I know you didn't mean to throw the pencil at Zeke, but people will start to think that I'm turning into a softie if I don't punish you. So, both of you will spend a full week doing backstage work for the school play that's coming up." Mrs. Tillman is also the Theatre/Theatre Tech teacher. I start to agree until Zeke interrupts me.
"But, Mrs. T, I got plans. There's not enough Zeke passing around this week and-" Mrs. Tillman starts to breathe deeply.
"Zeke, shut up." I say clearly, and staring directly at him. He looks up at Mrs. Tillman and I and looks at how annoyed we are at him. He closes his mouth like somebody just slammed it closed.
"Thank you, Tobias." She says while chuckling. I smile back and tell her she's welcome.
When we walk out of Mrs. Tillman's English class, Zeke starts to talk about my name.
"Why don't you like your name? It's your legacy name." Zeke asks.
"Because, Zeke, I like my real name better." Ever since fourth grade, people have started calling me Four. Reason being is that at lunch, we always use to do dares and Eric, a kid who didn't believe in my stomach abilities, dared me to drink four cartons of milk all at once. So we lined them up and after completing the dare, everybody started calling me Four because apparently I broke the school record of drinking most cartons of milk. After that, I tried to drink another carton, but they just kept making me laugh and I snorted the milk on Eric. Even the teachers started calling me Four.
"Still, Four's a much better name." When he finishes talking, we've reached the cafeteria. As I start to walk in, I feel grabby hands pull me to the side. Tiffany. I inhale deeply. She puts her hands on my biceps and starts to rub them up to my shoulders.
"So Four, you wanna go to the library and not study?" I put on a questioning look. That's not even flirting, that's just being stupid. I lightly push her off of me.
"No thanks, Tiffany. I just wanna eat lunch with my friends." She loops her arm around mine and says how we should eat together. I let her go and go to the edge of the cafeteria, where my friends are. All Tiffany does is huffs and clicks her heels away. Sitting by Tris, I grab Zeke's food and start to eat it.
"Hey, I was eating that!" He tried to grab it, but I smack his hand with his fork and keep eating.
"Was, past tense. Now I am. Besides, you owe me after Mrs. Tillman." He groans and goes back to the mile long cafeteria line.
"What did she say?" I hear a girl's voice. But it's not a normal high-pitched voice. It's deeper than that, and I know that it's Tris'. I look at her with my mouth full of rice.
"Huh?" I ask dumbly. She smirks and gives me a napkin.
"What did Mrs. Tillman tell you?" She goes back to eating her pizza, but at an angle to show me that she's paying attention to me. But not the kind that I want.
"Oh, just that Zeke and I have to go work on the new play. Like tech and building the stage. Stuff like that." I say after swallowing. She looks at me wide-eyed. I look at her back. "Whut?" I ask with another wad of food in my mouth. Smooth one.
"You're gonna be in tech theatre?" I nod. "I'm in tech, too. If you want, whenever you start, I can help you with the ropes." I nod, for fear that if I speak, I'll get rice all over her pale face. She smiles at me and goes back to her food. When Zeke comes back, all he does is pouts and aggressively eats his taco. I chuckle a bit and finish eating.
I can't wait until tomorrow.
Okay, this is the beginning, so that's why it's really crappy. So, I hope you guys like it and I appreciate you guys reviewing and reading it. Thank you guys. :)
~Mrs. Waters-Eaton