Okay, so I've done Tris' pov for the first 7 chapters now and since one of you guys requested a Tobias pov, I'll happily write some Tobias Pov. :)
If you'd like any new stuff etc, feel free to tell me and I'll see what I can do
ILY
Tobias
I don't know for how many hours I lay in bed just staring at the walls, hoping they'd take me to a new place where all my worries would disperse into thin air, where all sadness, anger and confusion would become insignificant, where life was peaceful and happy. That world seemed so far away, out of reach. Anger began to well up in much chest. How could I be so careless? How could I be such. An. IDIOT! I picked up a pillow and threw it with great force,
"I have a girlfriend, her name is Talia," I repeated, "I love Talia, and she loves me. Tris is not my girlfriend. I do not like her."
I repeated those words over and over and over again until the words were printed into my mind.
Dawn approached and I was still looking up at the rocky ceiling. The curves of the stone made me lose concept of time. I didn't need to look in the mirror to know my eyes were red and sore. Every cell in my body ached as I stumbled out of bed and got to the bathroom. I got dressed in my usual black shirt and pants at a very slow pace. I headed towards the cafeteria where the smell of eggs and sausage made my saliva pool in my mouth. After grabbing a steaming plate of breakfast, I crashed down next to Zeke,
"Hey Four," Zeke said in his cheerful manner. I gave him a sheepish nod in reply and he gave me a concerned looked,
"What?" I asked although I already knew the answer,
"You look like you've been to hell,"
"Thanks, Zeke." he replied with a forced laugh, and place a hand on my shoulder,
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah man, I'm fine," I said. Zeke put up a smile but I knew he wasn't convinced. I turned away from him and saw Talia striding towards me. She looked as up beat as ever. Her jet black hair bounced as she sat down next to me. Talia had her brown eyes outlined with green eyeshadow, bringing out eyes. She seemed awfully happy today,
"You look happy today, that's a first," I jeered. Talia rolled her eyes at took a bite out of her toast. Conversation picked up about something, I wasn't listening, instead, I was watching Talia. I watched has her as the corner of her eyes crinkled every time she smiled.
It felt good to see her happy.
Talia stood up to get a napkin when things began to crumble. As she made her way to the stand, Christina, another transfer initiate, accidentally collided with Talia. Talia was like an inferno, anything could set it alight, and once it did, it would burn out of control. Christina bounced off her like a tennis ball and crashed to the floor, her metal plate clattering beside her. Something began to sizzle inside Talia. Christina picked herself up and was confronted by Talia,
"Watch where you're going initiate," Talia growled,
"Well maybe if you weren't giggling yourself silly, you would've seen the road ahead of you," Christina spat. The cafeteria went dead silent. Not a word was uttered, not a muscle moved. Just the quiet lapping of the inferno developing inside Talia,
"What did you just say to me?" Talia barked,
"You heard me,"
"Watch it, smart mouth," Talia threatened. The inferno was blazing and threatened to turn everything into a crisp, even sixteen year-old initiates. Talia's brown eyes grew dark and burnt and to everybody's surprise, Talia swung her fist at Christina. She fell to the floor with her hand clutched at her cheek which was red and raw. After seeing Christina during hand-to-hand combat, I knew that Christina would not go down, not yet anyway.
At a rapid speed, Christina launched up at Talia. Christina used all her body weight and threw herself on top of Talia, landing punches left right and center. Talia roared and kicked the candor off her,
"Four, aren't you gonna stop her?" somebody asked. I was the only person possible of calming Talia down, it's mostly the reason why I call her my girlfriend. I rushed over to the two but somebody had already beat me to them. Someone, small and blonde, someone with three ravens tattooed on her collar.
"Hey, get of her!" Tris yelled over the screams of Talia and Christina. When none of them replied, Tris got a hold of Talia and shoved her knee into her ribs. Talia stumbled back with a cut on her bottom lip and a black eye. Her eyes were wild with fury,
"I got this, Tris," groaned Christina. It was obvious that she couldn't. Her nose look broken and her hair and a small streamed of blood dripped down her nose,
"Get out of this Stiff. This is between me and the smart ass," Talia ordered. Tris ignored her and helped Christina back to her feet. Christina winced a little as she tried to stand,
"Do you hear me Stiff? I'm talking to you!" I knew that I just had to step in, I had to, but my body would not reply to my demands,
"Hey!" yelled Talia. She shoved Tris out of the way and made her way to Christina who was hobbling away. Before Talia brought Christina to her knees and gave her a blow to the stomach. Christina let out a worrying moan and collapsed,
"YOU GET AWAY FROM HER!" Tris demanded. Talia swung to attack but Tris was quicker. She dodged and countered by driving her elbow into her ribs. Talia roared and swung again, this time she was ready. Tris dodged and came closer to attack when Talia kicked Tris at her feet, sweeping her off her feet. Tris landed hard on the concrete. Before she had anytime to breathe, Talia pounced on her and began punching her at an alarming speed.
Only then did I snap out of my haze. I scrambled to Talia and snatched her fist just as she tried to land another punch. She looked up at me with savage eyes, she was not yet satisfied,
"Enough," I said sternly. Talia tried to break free but my grip was strong and serious, "You've done enough, Talia. Go home." I glared at her until her inferno died into a cinder. She yanked her hand free and stormed out towards her room. Tris was still lying in a ball at my feet. A cut bleeding down her cheek, her body bruised as it was an ugly shade of purple and blue.
I glanced over at Christina who was back on her feet and was on her way towards me with Will,
"We should get her to the infirmary," suggested Will. I nodded in agreement and carefully picked Tris up so that her head was supported on my shoulder. We walked in silence as we left the quiet cafeteria behind us.
