Disclaimer: *Sigh* Tobias, you just have to belong to Veronica Roth...not me. :/

Chapter 11

I groan as the buzzing of the alarm clock wakes me up, making my ears ring. Uriah got that for me as a "Welcome Home (I'll be sure to annoy the crap out of you even when I'm nowhere near you) Present!" I added that little bit into it because of how true it has become. When Uriah is in his own apartment, he still manages to irk me through the alarm clock in which he gave me. The ring is so sharp, it hurts my ears. I roll my eyes as I kick the sheets off of my body.

Today is my "girl day" with Christina. I have no idea what that may include, but my instincts tell me that shopping will be on the list. Just knowing Christina...

I peal away my pajamas and step into the shower, thinking about my day to come. I wonder what I'll be made to buy today. Hmmm. I know for a fact, however, that I am getting another dressy shirt or a dress. Tobias liked the one that showed off my tattoos, so maybe I'll get another one with a similar neckline...I don't know. I suppose I'll have plenty of time to think about this with Christina. She'll tell me what I'm getting anyway.

When I get out of the shower, I pull on a black semi-nice shirt and skinny jeans. At least Chris won't kill me for not dressing like a girl. On normal days, I'd wear a t-shirt with cargo pants, but I guess I don't exactly hate jeans.

Tobias is at work, so I open his door and walk out in the direction of the cafeteria. I promised to meet Chris there.

As I push open the door, I see that it is swarming with people. My eyes find our table, and I head toward it.

"Tris! Are you excited?! We're going shopping, and reserved us a spot at the spa!" Christina jumps up and down, clearly excited. I can't say I'm not. I've never been to the spa. Even though I've been Dauntless for a while now, I never bothered to go to the spa. I suppose I'm still not used to being 'selfish' from time to time.

"Oh, my goodness, you've never been to a spa, have you?" Christina asks.

"No. Is it fun?'

"Kind of. It is amazingly relaxing, though. It's fun with friends. Which is why we're going together! Come on!" Christina grabs my hand and pulls me away.

I pull back, and plant my feet firmly on the ground. "Hold your horses, girl. I'm going to eat first."

She sighs, and mumbles an okay. "BUT, you have to be done by 10:00, because we need to go shopping, and be back by 3:00 for out spa reservations. And believe me, we have A LOT of shopping to do. I need new EVERYTHING. And so do you."

I sigh. "Okay."

"Oh, stop it. You know you like shopping. It is especially fun because I'll be there with you." Christina smirks, with her red-lipstick lips purging out a little. She's so pretty, without barely trying.

"You're right. I do." I smirk back, and grab a pancake, eating quickly so as to keep on our 'tight' schedule.

*Page break*

First on our list is summer clothes. Both of us need shorts and capris. I, specifically, need a bathing suit, apparently. Which means I am going swimming. Christina said that she doesn't plan on getting one, but knowing her well enough, I know that she'll give into temptation of a "really super cute boy-attracting bikini". I don't understand her logic considering her and Will are still dating.

She pulls me out of my trance, by shoving 5 different suits into my hands. Some are neon, others are black and white, and 4 out of the 5 are bikinis. I'm not really comfortable with the idea, but, hey, I gotta get over that. I go into a dressing room and strip.

Someone knocks on the door right after I finished pulling on my suit.

"Hey, Tris? Can I tell you something?"

I pull open the door, covered by my clothes.

Immediately, Chris pulls away my hands, with her eyes gone wide. Her mouth drops to the floor. Did I really look that bad? I'm probably all pale. And I didn't exactly shave since last week. But from the glance I got of myself in the mirror, I didn't think it was bad. It was a black and white striped bikini. The top part crossed into an x. It tied in the back.

"TRIS! That looks amazing! You have to get that! Like you're not trying on any other 2-pieces. That is perfect. Now all we need is a one-piece..." Christina scours the racks, and I almost forgot that she wanted to tell me something.

Almost.

"Chris. What was it you wanted to tell me?" I ask, genuinely curious.

She stops pulling apart suits, and looks up, her face blank. I can see that whatever it is, it's pretty serious. In two short strides, she stands in front me.

Very, very, softly, she speaks.

"Will broke up with me." Her eyes tear up.

Shock. That is all I feel. They love each other! Why would he do that? It doesn't even make sense. Will. Broke up with Chris. Huh. It's going to be really awkward at our table now.

"I'm so sorry, Christina." I pull her into a tight hug.

When she talks next, she is surprisingly calm, like she wasn't just crying a minute ago. "It's fine. I think we are better off as friends, anyway."

"Oh. Okay." I was king of surprised at that, but, okay.

"Crap! Our reservations. It's already 2:45." Chris pulls me to the checkout line where we pay with out points and leave.

*Page Break*

After the spa, I said goodbye to Christina calm, and rejuvenated. Then, I pick up my bags and head toward Tobias's apartment.

When I get there, there is a note on the door. I peel away the tape after dropping my 10 bags on the floor, and open it. In Tobias's scrawny handwriting, it says:

Tris,

I hope you had fun shopping with Christina today. You needed some girl time.

I'm sure she made you get a dress. Put it on in your own apartment and then come back. We have dinner plans.

I can't wait to see you. I missed you.

Love,

Tobias

Dinner plans? Hmmm. Okay then. I pick up my bags, yet again, and walk over to my apartment. I fish my keys off of my key chain, and walk in.

It smells new in here. I barely come here, considering I usually stay with Tobias. The walls are white, and my bed is bare except for an older hanger.

I drag my bags inside and pull out the new black dress. It is a v-neck, exposing my chest, and has a band right under the bust line. It is flowy and comes down to my knees. I really like it, actually.

After I change into it, I decide to put on a little make up. Tobias made it sound like our plans were special. I mean any plans with him are special to me, but I want to look good. In my bathroom I dig around in my pathetic excuse of a make-up bag, and pull out liquid eyeliner and mascara. I apply it carefully and slowly. Following this I heat up my curling wand and curl my hair a little.

A half an hour later, I'm ready. I pull out black, strappy heels, and put them on carefully.

I exit my apartment, purse in hand, and walk in the direction of Tobias (and my)'s apartment. I take my key out, and turn the knob...