Tris POV

Tobias Eaton. 18 years. Abnormally silent. Mayor's son. Owner of a Camaro SS. Labelled as the schools' newest 'hotty'. And also owner of the world's cutest German Shepard.

With eyes and a jaw-line like his and paired with a swoon-worthy dog? He didn't stand a chance in hell trying to stay under the radar.

'Hell' being school.

How did I know this? No, I didn't stalk the poor guy like every other bottom feeder in this rats' nest of a school. No, word travels fast around from said bottom feeders and now my friends had also decided to discuss the topic every other single person was gossiping about: Tobias Eaton. And his dog.

Top question floating around the cafeteria was why he had a medical response dog, followed by why he was so hot. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard the guys name I wouldn't be sitting here right now, instead I'd be living the life somewhere in Europe.

My attention is drawn to the blue double-doors of the cafeteria along with every other set of eyes when the topic of the day takes one step into the cafeteria followed by his trusty sidekick and takes one startled look, and walks straight back out. The room is quiet for a few seconds until it explodes into another universe as everyone hopelessly aims to talk over each other.

Deciding that I've given my ears enough trauma for one day, I grab my apple and tell Christina a generic lie, insisting that I need to call my mum and that I'm going to get some air. Technically it was a half life, I was going to get some air.

As I pass the hallway neighbouring the one that holds my locker I see a flicker through the glass doors and see Tobias Eaton sitting outside under the big oak that students usually go to for free periods. He sits there with one knee raised and the other laid in front of him, throwing a stick back and forth while his dog runs mindlessly around the school yard.

Curious and intrigued, I push open the glass doors and head out towards the talk of the school. I've been told before that curiosity killed the cat. Thank God I wasn't a cat because I would've been long gone by now.

Considering that there was only a few other students crowding around the front of the school, he snapped his head towards my direction when he saw my approaching figure. An odd feeling of pride coursed through me when I realised why he was wearing a face of confusion. I'm was almost certain that I was the first person to approach him. He wore confusion well. That being said, he could probably wear anything and still look like he walked straight out of a Abercrombie & Fitch shoot.

As I neared him I offered out my hand and gave a small smile. He peered up at me, his lips turning up a little and returned my greeting.

"Tris Prior."

"Tobias Eaton." His voice came out deep and full and sure. All things I didn't expect from someone that barely uttered a word since stepping into this school.

I let out a small laugh. "So I've heard."

He grimaces a little. "All apart of the joys that come with moving schools, right?" He moves over a little and motions for me to take a seat next to him against the oak.

I lower myself down so my legs are sprawled out in front of me like his are. "Trust me, I know."

He looks over at me and its the first time I notice how deep the blue in his eyes are and how his upper lip is more spare in comparison to his fuller lower lip. "You're new here too?"

I shake my head, both clearing my delusional mind and answering his question. "I was this time last year, but I imagine your going through a lot more than I had too."

"And why's that?" He asks, both of us fully aware why.

"God knows why, you're as bad as they come." He laughs and that odd feeling returns because for the first time a smile tugs at his lips and as far as I know, he doesn't appear like a guy that does that all that much.

"So what you're saying is that I'm really attractive?" He asks as he continues to play dumb.

I chuckle and smile at his oddly surprising ability to take a compliment and a joke without faltering but then again, his father has been mayor for as long as I can remember and he's probably grown up around the press.

But then I realise what I implied and I refuse to let the blush that's creeping up my neck make an appearance. "No," I draw out as my eyes focus on the proud German Shepard hurtling towards Tobias with a stick clamped in its jaw, "it's because you dog is so damn attractive."

"Are you saying that you're attracted to my dog?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

I think about to for a second then sigh in defeat. "Yeah, I walked straight into that one." He smiles in triumph until his dog slows down at his feet and drops the stick. Tobias reaches out and pats him on the head as it comes to sit next to him. I can't help but wonder why he has one. "What's his name?" I ask.

"Response." The German Shepard's eyes perk up at his name as he stares questioningly at his owner.

"That's…creative."

He laughs and lets his hand drops as Response wonders over to me and sniffs my hand along with the apple thats in my grasp. I stay unmoving as both Tobias and I watch the dog look slowly between his owner who is looking at him with raised eyebrows and my smile and in a second he snatches the apple from my hand and scampers back over to Tobias' side with his tail held high.

"Response!" Tobias scolds as I laugh watching Tobias struggle to get the apple free from the dog's death grip. He eventually gives up as the dog wags it's tail in triumph and looks at me sheepishly. "Sorry about him, I should've warned you he has a thing for apples."

I smile at his sincerity. "It's alright, I wasn't really going to eat it anyway."

"I could have eaten it." Tobias scowls and grumbles at his dog and in return the dog lets out a bark as it lets the now half eaten apple drop and nudges it towards Tobias. Tobias shakes his head and gives the apple back, considering that it was covered in slobber.

Don't swoon, Tris. Don't swoon. I had to remind myself to keep my cool, not wanting to become one of the girls I had overheard in the cafeteria.

At the thought of the cafeteria, I remember how Tobias had just walked straight out, his lunch forgotten. "If you want, I can go and grab you something to eat?"

He turns his attention back to me before processing what I said. He offers a smile but shakes his head. "No, I can wait it out."

I look at him quizzically while he stares back at me with an odd look but then his eyes move to something behind me in the distance. I slowly turn my head in the same direction only to wish I hadn't.

Zeke was approaching us with both a smug grin with traces of shock and surprise somewhere in there.

Panic momentarily washes over me. If Zeke started talking and questioning, he wouldn't stop, ultimately scaring off for Tobias for good. My mind reverts to the only thing it can think off, flight. Funny, because I boxed weekly and took self defence classes yet that meant nothing against Zeke and his ammo of questions and embarrassment.

I quickly get up and brush off my jeans. Tobias looks up at me confused. "Um, it was nice meeting you," my eyes fall on Response, who was also looking at me with a slightly tilted head, "—and your dog, but I have to go."

"Is he your boyfriend or something?" Tobias asks, looking back to Zeke who know was getting closer.

"If I had time to laugh at that, I would, but I really have to go!" I'm running before I even have the chance to finish, but I do catch a glimpse of Response jumping to his feet and Tobias stopping him before I hear Zeke yell after me.

"BEATRICE!" Zeke all but screams across the yard. "Where are you going?!"

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