A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it took a while for me to update, but here it is. I will try to make a schedule of updating every Wednesday and Sunday (depending on my free time). Thanks so much for reading my story! Your reviews/likes keep me writing.

Also, please let me know what you think Tris' major should be. I can't decide :)

"Brtis! Brtis opn urp!" Tobias' husky voice tries to make incoherent words from the hallway.

I open the door to let him in. He's got four coffees in his hands and a bag in his mouth; no wonder he couldn't talk.

"What's all this?" I ask when he sets them on top of my microwave.

"It's your first official day of college, so I brought you breakfast," he smiles.

"And all the coffees? Are you bringing other girls breakfast too?"

"No, I didn't know what kind you liked so I got you four different ones." he says defensively, "You aren't very nice in the mornings," he adds.

I make a face at him and he laughs. He walks over and gives me a warm embrace. He leans his forehead against mine and moves his hands to the small of my back.

"Are you ready for your classes?" he asks.

"I think so. I'm more worried about the away game this weekend."

"What? Away games are the best," he defends.

"Well, I'm still worried."

"It's going to be fine my little Bea,"

"Bea?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "just trying out nicknames."

I give him a disgusted look and he laughs again. I lean up and place my lips on his. I can't get enough of his lips on mine. If it were up to me, I'd skip today and just lay around with him all day, but that is what we did yesterday.

"I have to go," he mumbles into my mouth.

"Mhm," I reply.

He presses his lips hard against mine before releasing me.

"Have a good day!" he says as he disappears into the hallway.

My Monday schedule is pretty simple. I have Health, Psychology, and Physical Conditioning. I gave myself a fairly easy semester since I wanted to get used to school and now that I have cheerleading I'm glad I did. Physical Conditioning wasn't really a class I wanted to take, but some form of physical activity class was required and it can come in handy for self-defense club and for cheerleading.

Christina and I sit in the middle row of the classroom. It's a small class with a few seats per long table. I look at the other students and I notice Peter sitting in the back of the class. He waves at me and I give him a small smile and wave back. Christina is talking to me about how excited she is for this weekend when our professor walks in and everyone goes silent.

"Welcome to Health 1000. I will be your TA for the semester. Please call me Cara."

She stares around the room and stops when she sees Christina. Christina's face turns white and it makes me wonder if she knows our TA.

Cara lifts up a box from the ground and places it on one of the desks in the front.

"Since the majority of you are freshman, I've brought some condoms to help promote safe sex. If you want, you can pick some up now or wait until after class."

She glares in our direction. Christina places her face into her hands and shakes it from side to side. I nudge her with my foot and give her a questioning look.

"Tell you after class," she mouths.

I nod and listen to my first lecture of college. Cara discusses the curriculum and how the course is set up. We will have only two exams: the mid-term and the final. She starts to discuss all the health topics and I begin to blush. I've never had someone talk so openly about sexual topics. Once she's done, she turns off the PowerPoint and sends us on our way.

"That is Will's sister!" she blurts out once we are out in courtyard.

"And?" I say confused.

"She sort of, well, she walked in on us a few days ago. I was mortified! She yelled at me to get out and practically beat the shit out of Will!" she exaggerates.

I start to laugh and she pushes me lightly before laughing herself.

"This class is going to be extremely awkward!" she complains.

"Tell me about it."

I walk into Psychology and notice the class has stadium style seating with each chair having it's own small desk that folds up over the seat. Since I rushed here from my previous class, there aren't many seats left. I walk to a row that has about five empty seats and take a seat in the center. A few seconds later Peter walks in and sits beside me.

"How weird that we have two classes together!" he whispers.

I laugh and nod, creepy is more like it. I look at the door and see Will and Tobias walking in. I gesture them over to my open seats and they oblige. I stand up to let them pass and Will takes the seat beside me. Tobias stalls in front of me while Will is sitting his book bag down and getting settled in. I breathe in his smell and notice that his hand is close to mine. I subtly move my hand so our fingers are touching. Even little touches from him give me chills.

"Tris," he breathes and smirks down at me.

"T-Four," I correct myself.

He gives me a slight glare before smiling and taking the seat beside Will.

"Christina told me you two have my sister as your TA. I feel so bad for Christina. My sister pretty much hates her," Will exclaims.

"I think once she gets to know her, she will love her...Just like you," I comfort him.

"Well hopefully not just like me," he jokes.

I playfully slap him and get out my notebook as the professor walks in. She is wearing a black pencil skirt with a blue blouse. She has a pair of dark blue glasses covering her gray eyes and has her blonde hair in a bob that reaches the tip of her shoulders.

"Good morning students. Welcome to Psychology. My name is Dr. Matthews and you will address me accordingly. I am not your friend nor do I wish to be. We will begin our lecture with one of my favorite American psychologist, Robert Sternberg."

I write the name down and follow along with what she is saying. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tobias with his head resting on one arm on the desk and the other arm stretched out. I laugh internally at him; he would be the one who doesn't pay attention in class.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tobias Eaton," Dr. Matthews clears her throat.

"Here, Jeanine," he replies. He doesn't lift his head; he just moves his finger.

"I don't care what you mean to this school, you are not above anyone here. So would you care to tell me something about Dr. Sternberg since you seem to think you can sleep in my class. "

"Well, he proposed the triarchic theory of intelligence and the triangular theory of love," he lifts his head up and states matter-of-factly.

Dr. Matthews gives him a impressed expression that only lasts a second.

"Well I see your father raised a smart young man. He should be very proud. How is he by the way?" she says coldly.

"I think you know the answer to that question," he replies just as coldly.

His father? She knows Tobias' family? Now that I think about it, I don't think Tobias has ever mentioned anything about his family. He drops his gaze and slouches back in his seat. I try to focus on the lecture, but find myself casually glancing over at him.

I reach the gym for my last class of the day and it's not even noon. I could get used to being done by lunch every Monday. I see Uriah in the corner waiting for our teacher to get here. He has his arms crossed over his chest and looks like he is in deep concentration; he doesn't even notice me walking up to him. I stand beside him and mimic his stance.

"Oh, sorry Tris. I didn't see you."

"I noticed. What's up?" I ask.

His blank expression goes into a full toothy smile.

"This is my last class for today!"

"Mine too! So why were you concentrating so hard?"

"I was trying to remember what Marlene's schedule was so I could take her to lunch, but I don't remember it. Would you like to go to lunch with me afterwards? Maybe we can get our gang to meet us there if they aren't in class."

"Yeah su-,"

I look over to see Peter standing by one of the other students in our class. He sees me staring and waves again. I nod in response, trying to look like I'm pleased to see him. There is no way us having all the same classes is a coincidence.

"Tris?" Uriah shakes me.

"Yeah? Right, lunch, of course."

The teacher explains what is to be expected of us and then tells us to leave. I'm so glad I didn't have to get sweaty again. This morning's practice was already brutal enough.

Uriah, Christina, Lauren, and Robert are all sitting at the table as I get my food. I see Robert place his arm around Lauren and she leans into him, they are too cute. Uriah is trying to balance a fry on his forehead and Christina is throwing pickle slices at him. I sit down at the edge and start to eat my burger. I see a hand reach over my plate and steal a fry. I look up and see my favorite blue eyes.

"Hey! Don't steal my food."

He shoves it in his mouth and looks around then points at himself with a "who me" expression. He steals Christina's fries and sits beside Robert.

"Four, go get your own food!" Christina whines.

He shrugs and continues to eat her fries. We all talk about how our day has gone so far, but I really want to know about Tobias' little scene in class. I glance over at him and notice that his brows are furrowed. I'm guessing he's upset about what happened today or maybe its something else.

"Can we go talk?" I ask him.

Christina tries to hide her smile, but Uriah isn't so subtle.

"Is 'talk' code word for making out?" he blurts out.

"Excuse me?" Tobias says in his Four voice.

"Dude, I was kidding. Calm down."

"You know Four doesn't need code words, he'd gladly stick his tongue down any throat." Lauren chimes in.

He glares at her and then laughs. I guess he's remembering a time it actually happened. I mean just because he's a virgin, doesn't mean he's innocent right? I wonder if he's kissed any girls since we started our secretly relationship. I haven't seen him with anyone so I'm hopeful that is a good sign.

He doesn't look at me.

"So is that a no?" I speak up.

He sighs and gives me a look, mouthing "not now." I nod my head in understanding and continue to eat my food.

I knock on Tobias' door, but there is no answer. I slowly turn the knob and find that his room is open. I quietly walk in and see him sleeping on his stomach on his bed. He has his arms under his pillow and his head turned to the side. I close the door and tiptoe over to him. He doesn't have his shirt on so I take a good look at his tattoo. I gently glide my fingers up it and notice that some of his skin is uneven. I glance down and I can see that there are scars under the ink. I shudder at the thought of how he got those scars.

"Tobias," I whisper in his exposed ear.

He doesn't move. He must be a heavy sleeper. I straddle his butt and lean my chest against his back.

"Tobias," I whisper again. Still nothing.

I plant open mouth kisses from his shoulder blades all the way to his cheek and whisper once me.

He rolls over and catches me so I'm still straddling him and has a big grin on his face. I sit up and pout.

"Have you been awake the whole time?" I ask.

He nods and places his hands on my thighs.

"Its the best wake up I've ever gotten."

I look down at his exposed chest and I have the urge to run my hands across it. I try to shake the feeling, but he makes me lose control. My hands outline the dips of his muscles and my fingers spread across his chest. His breathing falters and he closes his eyes.

Seeing his reaction makes me smile. He leans up slightly and moves his hands from the back of my knees up to my butt. He pulls me down so that I am now lying on top of him. His lips find mine and we begin to kiss, but the kisses feel rushed, like Tobias is trying to use me as a distraction.

I pull away to catch my breath and I stare into his eyes. I can see the lust and want in them, but I also see pain.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you upset?"
"I'm not. I have the most beautiful girl on top of me and for some unexplained reason she seems to like me as much as I like her," he sits up on his arms.

I take his face into my hands and lock eyes with him.

"I can tell something is wrong. Please talk to me."

He lets out a grunt and falls back onto the bed.

"Can we just forget about it and go back to this," he pulls me in for another kiss.

"We can," I kiss him, "after you tell me what's wrong."

I get off of him and sit beside him to show that I'm not backing down. He lets out another grunt and sits up too, taking my hands in his.

"I'm guessing you want to know about Dr. Matthews. She was my counselor when I was younger. You see, my father was sort of," he hesitates. He looks around the room as if he is trying to determine the right words to say, "abusive."

"She was going to turn him in for child abuse, but he paid her off because my dad has power and a lot of money. She never saw me again after that and I became emancipated at sixteen and haven't talked to him since. Seeing her again just brought back old memories. Memories that I'm not ready to share."

I don't know what to say. I definitely wasn't expecting that.

"Is that why you got your tattoo? To cover up the scars?" I ask.

He nods and squeezes my hands. I squeeze back and give him a gently kiss on the shoulder. He cups my face and sighs.

"Please don't feel sorry for me," he begs.

"Tobias, I don't pity you. You have become this great person and your father doesn't deserve you at all. I'm just glad you opened up to me."

He smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Dammit Tris, I don't know what I did to get you, but I definitely don't deserve you," he sighs.

"Yeah I don't know how that happened either," I joke. "But, I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere," I comfort him.

"I really do like you a lot. I just wish it was easier to show the guys that we aren't more than friends."

"You can go on a date with another girl."

He raises his eyebrows at me.

Or I could get a fake boyfriend," I suggest.

He pouts and shakes his head, which causes me to laugh.

"If," he emphasizes, "If it's okay with you. How about this, when you see me put my arm around a girl," he glides his fingers up my arm and sends a chill down my spine, "it means I'm thinking about hugging you."

"When you see me hug a girl," he brushes his lips against mine, "it means I'm thinking about kissing you."

"And if you see me kiss another girl," he slides his hand up my thigh and squeezes, "it means I'm a typically guy thinking about sleeping with you," he smirks.

I furrow my brows at his comment.

"No kissing."

"Fair enough," he laughs.

"And if you see me do anything with another guy, it means I'm getting payback for your indiscretions," I state.

He laughs and pulls me back on top of him.

"I won't do this if you aren't okay with it. I mean, its just until I'm ready to share you with the world. Right now, I need you as my escape from my life. If we come out too soon, then who knows what will happen and I can't stand the thought of losing you," he says with sincerity.

"I'm not going to push you to doing anything you aren't ready to do. Just like I know you won't push me to do anything I'm not ready to do."

He lets out a chuckle and nods his head. He leans in for a kiss and sighs.

"Don't worry. I'm not ready for that either."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so long! Don't forget to tell me what you think Tris should major in! Hopefully the next Chapter will be up on Wednesday! :) Thanks again to all my lovely readers. You make fanfiction fun to write!