A.N. This is my first chapter hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer - All characters belong to Veronica Roth.

Tris POV

I ran my hands through my hair with a prolonged sigh as Chris drabbled on about her boyfriend's, Will, party this Friday. I droned out about three words into the conversation. Lifting the coffee to my lips, I nodded in agreement, feigning interest in whatever outfit she was going to wear.

"Ugh, you're not even listening to me, are you, Tris?" she grumbled.

"Sorry, yeah, I was listening. Party. At Will's. Friday night," I told her, making it seem as though I had been focused on our previous conversation.

"So, you up for it?" Chris asked me, a smile playing on her lips.

"You know I don't like going to parties." It was true. I tended to avoid them all together. I was not so keen on the idea of drinking, strangers and loud music all in one night. The last party I went to was Uriah's 17th. Chris forced me to go. As soon as we arrived, Chris went off mingling with other people and I spent most of the night stranded in the corner of the room, too timid to socialise with anyone else. I'm not as confident as my best friend.

"Oh, come on, Tris. It's Will's 18th," she tried to persuade me.

"I'll think about it," I lied.

Chris clapped her hands together then started a whole new conversation on how we would have to go shopping for new outfits to attend the party after we had finished our drinks.

Her phone buzzed. Hastily she looked down at the phone. Then she engaged herself in a new conversation, texting someone, which enabled my eyes to wonder the Hideaway.

The tiny coffee shop hidden down one of Chicago's infamous back streets, hidden from a proliferation of unnecessary customers. The Hideaway only contained about eight tables and probably could seat twenty. The room was painted a baby blue with oak beams that met the white ceiling. My eyes caught the pictures that hung from the walls, taking particular interest in the black and white photograph. It was taken fifty years prior of this exact shop. The counter was tucked neatly in an alcove of the room, a beam running up either side. The menu was hand written on a chalkboard on the wall behind the counter though it served more as decoration as we knew the menu and our orders by now.

We found the hideaway about six years ago, well stumbled upon it, looking for shelter from the rain. I spotted Chris in the corner. She openly laughed at my soaked form. At the time, she was sat with Al. He didn't find me looking like a drenched rat amusing and waved me over with a light smile, effectively starting our friendship. From then on we would come most days after school, ordering the same drinks off the menu, sitting in what was now 'our' window seat. A few years ago, Al started hanging out with a different group of friends, but Chris and I continued to come to the Hideaway.

"Hey, Tris," she started, snapping out of my trance, "I'm really sorry. I've got to run. Will, he needs me to help him gather supplies for the party as it's on Friday and it's the only day we can both go shopping."

"Okay, I get it." I nodded in acceptance as she reached for a hug, leaning down to where I was sat. She was then off with a 'text you later' over her shoulder, leaving me, yet again in my own little world. I watched her run out the door; almost knocking into a tall stranger in her haste, half turning to apologise, although she only seemed to get a small nod in response.

I then watched the hooded stranger walk through the door, shaking off the April rain, drying his worn trainers briskly across the doormat before trudging toward the the counter he shook his hood off, running his hand through his hair a few times and looking up puzzledly at the menu, clearly having never been here before. Most likely deciding on his order, the stranger put on a tight lipped smile. His eyes darted around the room before he dug his into his jean pocket pulling out a scrumpled dollar bill and a few silvers. Setting them down, he pressed both hands against the counter and with a sigh dipped his head, stepping back with his arms still outstretched. The barista returned what seemed like seconds later with his drink. Pouring in two sugars, he gave the barista a polite nod before raising the beverage to his lips, pursing his lips together blowing over the surface in attempt to bring the drink down to a more drinkable temperature. Turning away from the counter his eyes skimmed the room before landing on me, only then did I realise the stranger was not in fact a stranger but Tobias Eaton.

Tobias Eaton transferred to my school a few years back. He was just stereo-typical 'back of the class boy.' He never seemed interested in making friends though many tried, he was smart and could easily take on the school's football team. He was gorgeous with his dark hair, his muscular build, the way he walks, it all screams attractive. But it was his eyes they told the stories about in the locker room you were lucky to see them. Most find them intimidating and I wouldn't normally be one to gush, but those oceaness blue eyes, pulling you in was like the kind they talk about in the movies. They hypnotised you, they made you feel dizzy (the good kind). He, Tobias Eaton, in my opinion was the epitome of beauty. He was undeniably and unmistakably beautiful, but not everyone saw it.

His eyes locked on mine, drawing me in. He then broke our connection looking down at the floor before taking another sip of his drink, before giving me a coy smile. He didn't move. He just stood there transfixed on his drink before glancing up at the clock. Any evidence of a smile now gone from his face. He downed his drink wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, throwing away his presumably empty cup, he pulled his hood back up quickly stepping toward the door. He pulled the door open throwing himself outward with one hand still on the handle, he turned back, his eyes locking on mine before he dove back into the rain. I watched him sprint down the street one hand keeping his hood up, still confused as ever by the boy that is Tobias Eaton.

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