Tris POV
I quickly step through the doors, successfully exiting the party. As the heavy wooden doors close behind me I step out of the heals I was forced into and itch where my dress rubs on my neck. As I wonder the halls I find the stairs and sit down. I breathe a sigh of relief as I notice someone else is also occupying my sanctuary. "Why are you here?" He seems to be startled out of some daydream as he turns to face me.
"Escaping the party," his voice is deep but pleasant. But the thing I notice most about him is his stunning blue eyes. They memorize me for a moment and he must notice me stairing because he becomes slightly uncomfortable as he asks "What about you?"
"Same. I can't stand it in there with all of those old men." That seems to amuse him because his lips twitch up in the smallest of smiles.
"You someone's daughter?" As he asks he shifts into a more comfortable position and faces me.
"Yea… What about you?" God, I could just stare into those gorgeous eyes all day.
"Something like that," he rumbles, eyes shifting to the doors and then back to me. I bet he's wondering how to get a polite getaway. I guess I'll just make it easy for him.
"Well I have to get back before anyone notices that I was gone for too long." I stand up and turn around to return to the party.
"Wait, I didn't catch your name!" He calls after me.
I turn to face him again. "Be… Tris." I tell him. If I had said Beatrice he would of known, He would of known that my dad is the majority leader in the Senate.
With that I turn and walk out, stepping back into my shoes and placing a smile on my face. I crack the heavy door to make sure no one is watching and I slip back into the party.
Tobias POV
Tris, her name is Tris. I smile, believe it or not, but that was one of the best conversations that I've had in a long time. Marcus is probably wondering where I am. I grimace. I hope he didn't notice that I was gone for too long. I get up and follow the path that Tris took.
…Five Months Later…
Tris POV
"Do I really have to go tonight?" I wine.
"Of coarse you do, the party is to celebrate your dad and all his coworkers and the press expect ALL of his family to be there." My mom explains patiently.
"FINE." I concede and stomp up to my room to change. I may have to go but I don't have to like it. Maybe I'll see my blue-eyed friend again. The thought creeps into my head before I even think to stop it. Hope starts to creep into my chest for some unknown reason.
…Skip to Party…
"I am so grateful to have such a wonderful family. I know they always stand behind me." With that my dad finishes his speech and steps off the stage. The room erupts in applause as he gives my mom, my brother and me a group hug. With that we head over to our table and I glimpse a shadow leaving the room through a side door. " Mom, Dad, I'll be right back I just have to use the bathroom." They smile and nod at me. As I stand up someone puts their hands on my shoulder and I tense up. Turing my head to the side I catch a glimpse of President Eaton. "Oh, President Eaton, I am so sorry I was just excusing myself. Please take my seat." I smile sweetly at him.
"You are so kind Beatrice. Your parents did a wonderful job bringing you up." At that my parents beam and I reply "You are very kind." With that I slip out of his grasp and then the party. Sighing when the silence welcomes me into its grasp. I don't know why but that man has always given me the hebie gibies. When I talked to my mom about it she told me not to worry, that it was probably just nerves from being in the presence of such an important person. But I feel like there's something more. A hidden side that no one sees…
Tobias POV
I slip out of the party hoping that she follows me. I want to get to know her more. I would love to talk to her forever. Marcus noticed that I was gone last time. I had to stay home for two days from his lashing. But talking to her was so worth it. Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the door creek. It wasn't until she sat down next to me that I realized she was there. "Hey you."
"Hey yourself" She replies. "Watcha doing?" Her voice light and questing.
"What if I said I was waiting for you to show up?" The words exit my mouth before I even finish thinking them. Great, now she's going to think I'm trying to pick her up and she's going to leave.
"Well then I would be honored." She giggled and leaned into my side. We sit like that for a minuet and I wish life could always be like this. It's refreshing that she doesn't feel the need to fill up every second with words. "So you know my name, but I never got yours." What name should I give her? The name I go by, or my real name, the one only HE calls me… "The name's Four." I inform her. It's safer that way… She's safer that way…
"Well that is a VERY interesting name." sarcasm is overflowing in her sentence and I almost smile. "That's an original comment on my name." No one has ever reacted like that before. Maybe she's react differently if I told her about him… No I shouldn't, I can't…