Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the plot.

Chapter 1: The day we met.

This day was unique, like no other. This was the day I met my neighbour, Tobias Eaton.

Tobias had lived next to me for about 2 years. But my family and I never paid attention to him.

He was the real deal. He is lean, but muscular and stands tall at 6"4. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are a dark blue, a dreaming sleeping, waiting colour. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. He also has a tattoo that peeks out from the back of his shirt. He has a faint hollow beneath his cheekbone, and taut, defined forearms. His voice is low and smooth and almost soothing. The corners of his mouth turn down naturally and he has a scar on his chin. Even when he glares, his eyes looks thoughtful.

But even despite his good looks, he was dangerous. The kid was crazy for god's sake! he came to school late, never did his homework, barely had any manners and rode a motorcycle. In my words, that was dangerous. I was more scared of him than attracted to him. I made it my motive to stay away from him at all times.

I always kept my windows and curtains closed. Why? Because my window was opposite his bedroom window. He was the only one in his 2-story house. But he was 18, he could own it. Infant, I was going to turn 18 soon, on the 28th of November to be precise.

I had just finished taking a shower and was walking downstairs. I was greeted by my mother in the living room, reading a book and sipping on some chai. I lived with my parents, Natalie and Andrew Prior, and my older brother, Caleb. Both my parents were deeply in love and it was sort of embarrassing, to be honest. My parents were very selfless people, they didn't believe in showing off their wealth. My mother was constantly wrapped up in social work and helping the needy.

"I'm going for a walk Mum," I yelled to her as I walked out the front door.

"Alright, sweetie. Be careful! And don't yell!" She replied back. I rolled my eyes and decided to go barefoot, I couldn't be bothered to go back and get shoes. I walked down the brick steps and onto the lush green grass. I looked up and saw the sun setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of orange, red and pink.

I sighed and pulled my frizzy black hair into a ponytail. I was half Puerto Rican, a quarter Spanish and a quarter American. I accepted myself with open arms. Being half Puerto Rican meant I had a good body. I had curves in the right places and a large butt, but average boobs. Of course, my face wasn't as pleasing to look at compared to my body. I had large blueish-greyish eyes, a nose which was too large for my face and freckles.

I stepped side-to-side on my lawn, watching the colours in the sky mix together like paint on an artist's canvas.

If only I was so beautiful. if only I was so perfect like the sun But then again, the sun wasn't perfect. it was a flaming ball of hydrogen gas. Formed by a Nuclear Fusion. But if only I could look so pretty on the outside.

I watched to the glorious sky for a few more minutes before the sun set fully and the stars came out. I walked over to where my lawn met the pavement and sat down. No one on my street would be out at this time and it was just me. Exactly how I liked it. When it could be me and me only.

This was part of my usual routine. I would just sit and stare at the sky while letting myself drown in deep thoughts. I think. Think about what life would've been like if I hadn't done those things. If that incident never happened. Or if I wasn't even born in the first place. Regret immediately started eating at the insides of my stomach.

Me staring at the sky reminded me of The Fault In Our Stars. But my life wasn't like that. I didn't have cancer. And I certainly didn't have my own Augustus Waters.

I laid down on the soft grass and gripped a few blades next to my leg. If the world was upside down and I let go, gravity would pull me into space.

I heard something coming down the road and immediately sat up and peered into the darkness. A motorcycle was driving clumsily down the road and I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who was riding it. Once I figured it out, I was shocked.

Tobias was most likely drunk. He just managed to park his motorcycle in his driveway and got off. he started climbing the stairs to his porch. He was tripping on air.

He made it to his door, without falling, and fumbled in his jeans' pocket for his keys. He got them but kept missing the keyhole. Poor guy.

I debated with my conscious for a moment on whether I should go and help him or not. Would, I really involve myself with him? Would he shout at me and tell me to leave? Would he come back and kill me for stepping on his porch? These questions were running through my head.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and stood up. I slowly approached him as if he were a tiger who was going to attack me at any moment. I walked up behind him and pulled myself together.

I cleared my throat.

"Hey, need any help?" I asked as calm as I could, Trying not to sound nervous or scared. he turned around to look at. He looked even scarier in the dark. His knuckles were bruised and bleeding and he has blood running from the corner of his mouth.

"Do I fucking know you?" He asked. His deep voice rumbling.

Oh god. Someone save me.

"Wait, you're the girl whoo lives next boor, right?" Did he seriously just say, boor. I think he meant door.

"Yeah. That's me." I said quietly while nodding.

He gently pushed the keys into my shaking hands and I nodded and opened to door. The stumbled and I grabbed his arm and put it around my neck. Praying that he wouldn't collapse on top of me.

"I'll help you inside." he nodded in response.

it certainly didn't help that I was over a foot shorter than him. He was like a giant standing next to me. I stood at 5"2. Tiny. I know.

"Take me to my room." He mumbled. His drunken slur obvious.

"As if I know where that is," I said sarcastically. He chuckled and pointed at a set of stairs.

"Up there." He said. I nodded and switched on the lights.

"Let's do this," I muttered to myself. I slowly took a step and he followed. We were like this for 10 minutes when I finally got to his room. I pushed the door open, flick on the lights and stepped inside. Followed my a searing pain in my foot. I cried in pain and looked down and saw shards of glass everywhere and thick ruby red blood flowing from my foot.

"You're bleeding." he pointed out.

"No shit sherlock," I muttered. he swiftly picked my up, bridal style. And started walking to his bed. Being drunk, he was 2 steps away from his bed when he tripped on air and fell on top of me, onto his bed. He rolled off me and onto the floor. I looked at the ground, searching for a cloth. When I found one lying next to his bed. I picked it up and examined my foot. There was a shard of glass as big as my pinky finger in there. I looked away, immediately disgusted at the sight of it. I couldn't stand blood. Eugh. I suddenly felt a pain shoot through my leg and squinted my eyes shut.

"I knew you wouldn't pull it out yourself, so I did it for you," Tobias smirked and help up the piece of glass. He seemed to have sobered from my cries of pain.

He flicked the glass to a corner of his room and took the cloth from me. I bit my lip so I wouldn't curse at him in Spanish. He gently wrapped the cloth around my foot and stared into my eyes. I slowly got up testing my foot. it hurt, but I could manage. I looked at Tobias' hand and saw it covered with my blood.

"Let me help you with your cuts," I said and walked out the room, hoping to find some paper towels and alcohol. Surprisingly he had alcohol too. Lots of it. Much more than what I would want, And not the kind either.

I headed back to his room. Being careful not to step on anything else. His house needed a real good clean. Once I entered his room, his shirt was off and I had to drag my eyes away from his six-pack and V-line.

My eyes shot back to his stomach, where he had a tattoo of a tiger baring its teeth. I stared at it in awe. Wouldn't it hurt?

"Umm….lay down so that I can bandage your bruises," I ordered. He nodded and fell back on his bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning off blood, applying healing medicine and wrapping a bandage. I repeated this several times then I was done. Tobias and I stared at each for what felt like an eternity.

"Is this the part where we have passionate sex?" He said out of the blue.I just stared at him. I slowly got up and winced as I put pressure on my foot. I looked around and found a blanket on the floor. I grabbed it and limped back over to the side of his bed ad there the blanket over him. making sure to cover him fully, as I knew if was going to get chilly tonight. I watched him as he drifted off to sleep. Once we were deep in his sleep. I got up and brushed some hair out of his face.

"Goodnight Tobias," I said softly even though I knew he couldn't hear me. I turned off the light and started walking away from his room.

As I walked down the stairs I heard a faint

"Goodnight Tris."

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