A/N: ^^
Manasi: Yeah... it may be a good way for them to meet, but (spoiler-not-so-spoiler alert) things aren't going to go so well for them in the next few chapters. Which is amongst the main reasons as to why I will be posting two chapters a week until like chapter ten. So that the melancholic note does not go on for too long ;)
Divergentmaniac: Glad to assist you in relieving your exam-stresses. Because exam stress really does sucks!
Ahh... I think you won't be as excited once you read their first REAL conversation... Just saying...
And thank you so much! I really, really hope that I won't let your expectations down :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.
Tobias grits his teeth in annoyance, wishing to shove that dean out of his classroom. It is his lesson, no one should interfere with it. But of course, some student just had to complain to the dean that a certain Professor Eaton is not committed to his teaching duty, leaving earlier than he should.
So instead of reading through their assignments and see what the students do not understand about philosophy, he just reads a few passages from The Laws of Thought. Which is a good thing for he only has to occasionally look at his rows of students meaning he can avoid glancing over to the girl's intense gaze.
Somehow though, when she pays so much attention to the class and seems so excited when she understands something new and jots it down in her book in a hurry, a little candle flicker briefly in the hole where his heart used to be, lighting up a portion of it, emitting a nice and warm feeling which nudges the corners of his lips up by a millimetre.
In the end, the dean nods and smiles to him, signalling that he did a good job and leaves him alone to wrap up the class without any interference.
"I know that it is already written in your lesson schedules, but I'd just prefer to re-clarify that our classes on the Fridays are held in the evening instead of the morning. Good day, class." He nods, gathers the sheets of passed up assignments and leaves the study hall in a much better mood than yesterday.
"Huh. He does have manners." A boy from the back row scoffs just as he closes the door.
CCO
"Hey, we don't have any assignments for today don't we?" Myra asks in between the sips of her orange juice she takes. "Why don't we walk around the complex? You know? Just having a look around the place?"
Beatrice stirs her drink with a straw, a frown etched on her face. "Well... I don't know. I am actually thinking of checking out the library today."
"That's a pity... I was thinking of checking out the garden they have here. A friend of mine told me once that they have a pretty cool garden somewhere."
At the word of garden, Beatrice cancels all of her plans and finishes her drink in a blink, even more eager to see the gardens than the person who came out with the idea in the first place.
"And I guess this should be the place," Myra says, facing a glass wall which separates them from what should be the garden.
Beatrice can't help feeling disappointed at how small it is compared to the one she has in mind.
She can't deny it, she misses the garden at the Eatons' house for it reminds her exactly of what her mom has planned to build at their old house over on the Buffalo Mountains before the fire happened.
The fire which ruined everything.
The fire which messed up her whole life and all her dreams.
"Beatrice!"
She shakes herself from her thoughts to realise that her friend has already entered the garden and is standing a few feet away from her.
"Come on! It's pretty in here."
Definitely not as pretty as the Eatons' garden.
But she has to say that she shouldn't be too biased with her judgement. For the garden is a considerably nice one. Though there aren't any fancy flowers or herbs, they still have some daisies grown on the edges of the walkway with some pink and purple petunias thrown in for the bright colours.
In fact, they even have a small pond with ducks and fishes swimming quietly in it and circled by tall willow trees with it's leaves dipping deep into the water.
Sighing in content, Beatrice sits down under the shades of the willow trees and pulls out her book from her bag- wondering, for the millionth time, why is Beata so stupid as to not see just how much Robert loves her.
Yet she still can't see just how much Tobias has been and still is in love with her...
CCO
She stands at the edge of the balcony, holding on to the stone railing as she stares up to the lonely night sky. Lonely for there aren't many stars up there. Just the moon and a few twinkling dots sprinkled here and there.
He tries to not, but he couldn't stop thinking about her since last night. He couldn't understand why. It isn't her blonde locks, it isn't her pretty face or her body either. In fact, to be frank, she isn't one you'd call pretty or beautiful or anything of those sorts. She is so small and quiet that she could probably walk up onto the stage under a damn spotlight and no one would notice her still. But to him, she's like that brightest star in the night sky. That one star which you keep on spotting again and again despite the fact that there are millions of other stars shining on you. There's just something about her, something which calls out for him so desperately and he couldn't seem to shake off that feeling.
"Hey." He greets her, instantly getting her attention.
Maybe it's the way her grey-blue eyes pierce through his? Like a lightning striking straight down to his heart, imprinting its mark right there.
"Hey..." Her sweet, sweet voice replies.
He misses that voice.
Someone help him because he misses that voice all too much.
The big brown clock ticks on loudly. Reminding him of how many seconds he is wasting thinking about that girl.
He wants to hate her, he really, really wants to. But the way she sat in his class with interest and curious eyes this morning... The way how she really participates in her lessons and shows a keen interest in everything he utters despite the fact that she came in late the day before... The way her article which is lying innocently on his desk is so brilliantly written despite the fact that he can see the signs of a person who is holding her potentials back from her writing... He can't help feeling eager and excited of having a student he knows would be a fascinating person to debate with in his class.
But every time he sees her writing, the way she curls up the tails of her 'y' and how she tends to mix up all the 'h' and the 'e' whenever they come across each other into some new kind of symbol, and the way how her writing is so small that he bet his father would never be able to read it without his glasses... His thoughts would always drift to that letter she has left under the bouquet of sweet peas and wilted flowers for him- they are written by the same hands.
...I'm sorry that I couldn't love you that way...
...I'm sorry to say that you've just been wasting your time...
...I'm sorry to say that your efforts have been all for naught...
He pushes himself from the black rails of his balcony and storms towards his bed, dropping on it in a heavy mess.
...I'm sorry to say that I just couldn't love you that way...
...Thank you for helping me struggle through all my troubles, but I'm sorry to say that you've just been wasting your time...
...Thank you for all the love and gifts you've poured onto me, but I'm sorry to say that your efforts have been all for naught...
...Anyway Tobias... I'm sure that you've never really loved me that way have you?...
Why is it so hard for her to believe just how much he loves her?
Why is it so hard for her to believe that he couldn't love anyone else?
...And I'm sure that letting go of me would be easy and soon, I'll just be another page of your life you've moved on from...
As how I hope you will be for me too...
...hope that our paths won't cross once more...
He's probably just another page of her life which she's moved on from...
She doesn't want to see him again, why should he let her see him again?
