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"What?" I say as I stand up and glance at the my watch to make sure I'm not dreaming (you can't tell time in dreams, don't ask me how I know).
"You heard me. Would you like me to say it slowly? I. Love. You. Tobias," she says in mock exasperation.
"Good. Wow. Great." I rub my eyes and sit back down. "Thank God for that," I mutter.
"Thank God indeed," she whispers.
Let me tell you how I fell in love with Tris.
First of all, I fell hard. Right off of my roof.
My mother used to have a garden on the flat part of our roof and my father threatened to hit me if I didn't pull out the weeds and pick all of the fruits. So I listened to him, of course. What else could I do?
Beatrice was walking down the street, one rolling bag in each hand. Her parents were behind her, of course, carrying about a dozen boxes, but all I could focus on was her.
Her.
The way she walked and the way she held herself was beyond beautiful. In a crowd full of people, you could immediately spot her. She stood out, and not in the bad way.
She was my light.
As I was looking, no, staring, at her, I didn't realize I was walking until it was too late. I walked right off of my roof. Fell right in front of Beatrice. She was about to step on me (not on purpose, of course). Since I was gardening, I had some garden tools in hand. My face fell right on top of them as I used my hands to break my fall and take all of the impact from the fall. I didn't realize I was gripping the sharp objects until I felt the pain on my skin.
Good thing those didn't give me scars, or else Marcus would not be happy.
Beatrice dropped her luggage and lunged towards me. On top of me. Although that would have felt amazing at a different time, the minimal weight she had hurt. A lot.
"Call an ambulance!" she said. Her voice was music to my ears, and in fact, it was the first thing I heard her say.
"No," I groaned. "Don't call anybody." She didn't. They didn't.
My dad would have locked me in the closet if he found out about it. I would rather get beaten that be locked in there. When he saw my scabs, he asked me about them. I told them it was a bully at school, and he whipped me for being a pussy.
I turned around, face to the sky, and held out my hand.
"Hi. I'm Tobias. Nice to meet you. Crazy introduction, isn't it?" I winked and she took my hand and shook it.
"Beatrice Prior. Just moved in. Awesome introduction, although your face is a little bit damaged. Can I take you inside?" She glances at her parents for approval, and they nod.
"Sure," I nod, and the belt marks I took that night were completely worth it.
"When do you want to head off?" I ask her. Can't wait to drive that Cadillac, which was practically made of money.
"Give me a few minutes to do my makeup," she says, and I know it won't take a long time. She doesn't use makeup.
"Hold on." I grab her arm and spin her around. I crash my face to hers and kiss her passionately.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," I breathe out. She nods in agreement.
I keep my face to her and inhale her scent. I'm sure I won't ever forget it - raspberries, and somehow, peaches.
"Okay. We better get going." She nods again, and I'm sure she forgot about doing her "makeup". She zips her bag, slings it over her shoulder, and tosses her keys to me.
"Let's get going," she whispers to herself.
When we're in the car, I start asking her what I've been wondering this whole morning.
"So, we're a couple now, right?" I ask and I sneak a glance at her as I start the engine to the Escalade.
"Um, yeah." She looks as if she's about to start sweating with nervousness.
"Hey. Tris." I put a hand around her shoulders and squeeze. "Loosen up." I wink. She rolls her eyes.
"So, are you joining any sororities?" I ask.
"Are you kidding? Of course not!" she says, exaggerating her point with her hands.
"Okay, okay. Didn't think you were that kind of girl anyway."
"What kind of girl am I, Tobias?"
"You're my girl."
Sorry for the short chapter.