Tris Prior is the actual love of my life.

TRIS POV

My favorite store is the music shop in the west loop of urban Chicago. I got my first guitar there and discovered that I would rather die than live in the suburbs for the rest of my life.

Paying for my CD, I thank the cashier and walk out.

"Nice ride." A deep, British voice says. "But you should probably rotate your tires soon. They're looking a little bit shady."

I groan. "Are you following me?"

He smirks. "I was in the area, saw your car. I thought I'd say hi."

"Hi." I deadpan, trying to move past him. He's leaning against the driver's door and unless I crawl threw the passenger side like a fool, I won't be getting by him.

The corners of his mouth lift into a smile. He's actually very pretty when I actually look at him. With a full upper lip and a hard-set jawline, I'm almost shocked that the girls at school haven't latched onto him like a leach yet.

"You aren't afraid of me, are you?" He asks. What kind of question is that?

I narrow my eyes. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

He shrugs, "Some people find me intimidating."

I try to shove him out of the way again, but with no avail. "Well, I'm not."

"Well you might not be afraid of me," He states. "But I know you've pictured me naked." He jokes.

I mock a shocked face, dropping my jaw and lifting my hand to my mouth. "Am I that transparent?"

He laughs, amused.

"I want you. I need you. Oh baby, oh baby." I say dryly, rolling my eyes and finally shoving past him. I slip into the drivers seat and start my car.

"So, Friday?" He shouts, tapping on the window.

I roll my eyes again and pull out of my parking spot, ignoring him. When I look through my rearview mirror, he's smiling to himself on the street.

TOBIAS POV

There was a time in my life when my family was extremely happy. I had just finished my third year of elementary school and my father had gotten a huge promotion at his job. We moved into a giant house in the middle of urban London and my mother was able to quit her job to homeschool me. We were rich, I was happy, and my parents were grossly in love.

Two years later, everything good in my life came to a screeching halt. My mom died of breast cancer. That was also the year that my father went completely mad; Nightmares, muttering meaningless nothings to himself, drinking gluttonously during the day.

Being only ten years old, I was completely on my own. I mean my dad was there, breathing and eating, but he wasn't really there. But by the time I reached 16, I had saved enough money to move out of London and into the United States of America. I left my father, my home, and my entire childhood when I turned 17. And now, 18-years-old and locked into the shitty system that is the American public education, here I am.

"Hey Four!" A voice calls to me. "Come here!"

I look up; Caleb and another boy are talking near his locker. I make my way to them. The second boy is holding a yellow flyer that reads: 'PARTY AT ZEKE PEDRAD'S HOUSE! FREE BEER! BE THERE!'

Caleb eyes me reading the flyer. "Are you going?"

I shrug. "Who the hell is Zeke Pedrad?"

The second boy laughs, "That's me."

Of course you are. "Hey." I greet dryly.

"So you're number boy?" Zeke asks, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a nickname or do your parents just hate you?"

I stiffen at the thought of my parents. Americans are so… blunt. "A nickname." I say hardly.

Caleb looks at me. "Invite Tris."

I laugh. So does Zeke.

"You're trying to bang Tris Prior?" Zeke chuckles. "That's a joke."

"And failing." I say to Caleb. "I've asked her out twice and she doesn't even know my name. I want more money."

Zeke laughs again. "Caleb, dude, you're paying him to date your sister?"

"Shut up, Zeke." Caleb glares at him while digging in his wallet. "Here's another $50. She goes to some bar that plays shitty music every Tuesday."

"Well, it's Tuesday. I have a life, you know." I say, taking the bill and nodding my head at the two of them before walking away.

"If you're planning on asking me out again, you might as well get it over with." I hear a voice groan.

I look up; Tris is facing me, leaning one hip against the bar. She looks different; a good different. Dark makeup surrounds her eyes, making the once dull gray a bright blue. I turn away from her, the hairs on the back my neck standing straight up.

"Do you mind?" I say rudely. "You're kind of ruining this for me."

She rolls her eyes, "I see you're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke."

"I quit. Apparently they're bad for you." That's half true. Caleb made me stop. Something about 'If I'm paying a guy $100, he better do exactly what Tris wants.'

"Apparently."

I look at her again, my eyes grazing her whole body. She looks really, really good. "You look good, Tris."

She laughs dismissively, turning away from me. Red blush covers her cheeks.

"Come to Zeke's party with me." I finally ask her. It's what I'm getting paid for, right?

"You never give up, do you?" She asks, beginning to walk away from me.

"Is that a yes?" I call after her.

"No." She laughs.

"Is that a no?"

"No."

I grin. "I'll see you at 9:30, then."

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