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Chapter 14

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Still Tuesday

Ten mintues later, Tobias's car pulled into my driveway. I grabbed my stuff and reached for the door handle. "Thanks for the ride." I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Tobias and his sulky expression. Well, hell! Why not? "You can come inside if you want. My mom isn't home yet."

Tobias grinned at me as he cut the engine. "You're a dirty-minded girl, Beatrice. It would appear that you're trying to corrupt me."

"You're way past corruption." I assured him.

We got out of the car and walked up the driveway together. I dug the keys out of my bag and unlocked the front door, allowing Tobias to walk inside ahead of me. I watched his eyes move around the living room, and I couldn't help but feeling a little self-conscious. He must have been comparing the place to his mansion. Obviously there no comparison. I didn't even live in a coatrack house like Marlene, where you take off your shoes before walking inside.

"I like it." Tobias says. He looks back at me. "It's cozy."

"Aw that's nice for small." I swooned.

"No I'm serious. It's comfortable. My 'house' is too big, even for four people, and since I'm the only one in it most of the time... I like yours better. Cozy, like I said."

"Thanks" I was flattered. Not that I cared what he thought, but...

"Where's your room?" He asks winking at me.

"I knew that was coming. Now who's corrupting whom?" I took him by the elbow and led him up the stairs. "Right here." I gestured to the first door. I put my hand on the knob, "Now I have to warn you, it's about the size of a cracker box."

I open the door and he peers inside. Then he looks at me with a normal smirk. "We'll have enough room."

"Enough room for what?"

Before I knew what was happening, Tobias had grabbed me by the hips and was pushing me into my bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us, spun me around, and slammed me against the wall where he begun kissing me so hard I thought me head would pop off. I was surprised but once that wore off I joined in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He tightens his grip on my hips.

After a few minutes, he pulled his mouth away from mine. "Beatrice can I ask you something?"

"No." I say quickly. "I am not giving you a blow job. No fucking way. Just the thought of it is disgusting and degrading and...no. never"

"Well that's a little disappointing." Tobias says. "It's not what I was planning to ask you though."

"Oh." My cheeks burn, that was a little emarrasing. "Well, then what?"

He took his hands off my hips and placed them gently on my shoulders. "What are you escaping from now?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know your ex is gone, you and your dad seem fine because I heard you on the phone with him about a movie. I can tell there is still something bothering you. As much as I'd like to believe it's just me- you can't get enough of me- I know there's more to it. What are you running from this time Beatrice?"

Everthing. I'm running from everything. My friends are hating me, my dad is going to leave after I gave him a chance, I'm a whore like everyone says. "Nothing."

"Don't lie."

"It's none of your business okay?" I push him away from me and yenk me shirt back to where it belongs.

Automatically, I knelt down by a pile of clean clothes at the foot of my bed and started to fold them. "Let's just talk about something else."

Tobias sat down on the floor beside me. "Fine." He says. I could tell he was using that -I'll-be-patient-until-you-decide-to-tell-me voice. The one you use with little kids. Too bad for him. That would never happen. He was just my sex toy.

We talked about school while I folded my clothes. When they were in neat stacks, I stood up and moved to sit on my bed.

"Aren't you going to put them away?" Tobias asks.

"No." I say.

"The what was the point of folding them?"

I sigh and stretch out on my back, kicking off my shoes. "I don't know," I admit, resting my head on the pillow and stare at the ceiling. "I guess it's a habut or whatever. I fold the clothes every night, it's relaxing and clears my head..Then the next morning I dig through the stacks for what I'm gonna wear, and they get all messed up so I fold them again that night. Like a cycle."

My bed creaked as Tobias climbs on top of me, wedging himself between my knees. "You know, " He says looking down at me. "That's pretty stange. Neurotic really,"

"Me?" I laugh. "You're the one who's trying to get in my pants again, like, ten seconds after a failed heart-to-heart. I'd say we're both pretty fucked up."

"Very true."

We started kissing again. This time his hands went up my shirt and unhooked my bra. There wasn't much room on my tiny bed, but Tobias still managed to get my top off and jeans unzipped in record time. I started to undo his pants too but he stopped me.

"No." He said pushing my hand away, gently. "You might not agree with blow jobs, but I have a feeling you're going to enjoy this.

I opened my mouth to argue but shut it ashe started kissing down my jaw and neck. His lips moved lower and lower, and I was surprised by how much I was aticipating their final destination.

I'd heard Jenna and even Chris talk about their boyfriends going down on them and how good it felt. I'd heard but I didn't entirely believe it. Edward and I had never done it. I have always assumed that it was gross and weird.

It was weird at first, but then it wasn't anymore. It felt... strange- but in a good way. Dirty, wrong amazing. I gasped with pleasure and-

"Oh, shit."

Tobias jumped away from me. He heard the car door slam too. That meant my mom was home.

I pulled up my jeans and underwear and fastened my jeans quickly, but it took me a mintue to find my bra. Once I was completly dressed, I flattened my hair and did my best not to look like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

"Should I leave?" Tobias asked.

"No." I breathed. I could tell he didn't want to go back to the lonley mansion. "Stay a little while. Mom won't care. We just can't do...that.

"What else is there to do?"

So, like complete losers, we played scrabble for the next four and a half hours. There was barely enough space in the floor of my tiny room for someone as tall as Tobias to stretch out on his stomach but he managed and I sat across from him. The board between us as we spelled out big words like quixotic and hegemony. Not exactly the most exciting night, but I enjoyed it was more than I would have if I'd gone to Club Divergent or some lame party at Zeke's.

Around nine, after I kicked his ass three times- finally, something I could beat him at!- Tobias got to his feet. "I guess I should go home," He sighs.

"Okay." I stood up. "I'll walk you downstairs."

I was in such a good mood that I managed to forget all about my mom... until we ran into her in the living room. I smelled the alcohol before I saw the bottle on the coffee table and in her hand. My cheeks burned with emarrassament. Please don't notice. I thought as we walked to the front door. I guess I should've started worrying when he handn't checked upstairs to see whose fancy fucking car was in our driveway.

As long as my mom acted normal, this might slide by as nothing out of the ordinary.

But of course, I never had that kind of luck.

"Baby!" My mom exclaimed. I could tell that she was smashed, worse than I have ever witnessed her before, great.

She stumbled to her feet and looked over the the front door, where Tobias and I stood. "Hey baby I didn't know you were home. Who's this?" Her eyes narrowed at Tobias. "A boy?"

"Um mom, this is a friend of mine." I say trying to stay calm. "Tobias Eaton."

"A 'friend'... I bet." She grabbed the bottle before taking a few unsteady steps towards us, her eyes squinting at Tobias. "Did you have fun up in my little girl's bedroom, boy?"

"I sure did," Tobias said trying to sound like one of those innocent oh-gee-whiz! boys. "We played three games of scrabble. Your daughter is really good with her words ma'am,"

"Scrabble? I'm not an idiot. That must be some new code for...for oral sex!" Mom snarled.

Could she see into my mind? No, of course not. She was drunk and making accusations. Looking guilty makes things worst so I laughed like it was a ridiculous. Tobias, following my lead, did the same.

"Sure, momm." I said. "And intercourse is Yahtzee right?"

"I'm not being funny!" She snaps. swinging her bottle and sloshing whiskey onto the carpet. Wonderful. I'd be the one cleaning that up. "I know what's up. I've seen the way your slutty friends dress, Beatrice. They're rubbing off on you, aren't they?"

I couldn't force the laughter any longer. "My friends aren't slutty," I whispered. "You're drunk off your ass, and you don't know what you're saying." With a surge of bravery I reached forward and swiped the bottle from her hand. "You shouldn't have any more, Mom"

"I should go," Tobias says behind me.

I started to turn around and say bye but the words never left my mouth. I felt the bottle slip from my hands and heard it smash on the floor. I was knocked to the ground, but for a second I didn't understand what had happened. Then the delayed pain in my temple stunned me. It was like I'd been hit by something hard. Something blunt. Something like the palm of my mom's hand. I reached up and rubbed my head in shock, barely feeling the actual pain.

"See!" My mom yelled. "Boys don't stay with whores Beatrice. They leave them. And I'm not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good."

I look up as she reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel her fingers clamp around my forearm.

But they never did.

I heard a loud thud and my mom's small grunt in pain. My eyes flew open. Tobias moved away from mom, who was rubbing her jaw. "Why you little shit head!"

"Are you okay?" Tobias asks, kneeling in front of me.

"Did you just punch my mom?" I asked. I felt like I was on a drug, everything moving around me but I couldn't comprehend it. Totally bizarre.

"Yes." Tobias admits.

"How dare you touch me!" My mom screams, but she was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. "How dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!"

I'd never heard my mom swear like that before.

"Come on." Wesley said, helping me to my feet. "Let's get out of here. You're coming with me." He wraps on arm around my waist, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushering me out the open door.

"Beatrice!" My mom yells behind us. "You better not get in that damn car! You better not leave this house! You hear me, you little whore!"

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I sit gently on Tobias's bed as he paces infront of me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks.

"I did tell you that my mom started drinking again remember?" I point out quietly. "It has never been this bad. I don't know why she acted like this. She's never hit me or... called me names."

"Maybe you should talk to her. When she's sober. Tell her she's getting out of hand." He suggests.

"Why should I listened to you?" I scoff. He stops pacing but still stands there in front of me. "Tell me, Tobias, why don't you talk to your parents?' I ask. He was being a hell of a hypocrite, wasn't he? "Why don't you tell them that you're lonley. I know you are that's why you're fucking random girls. Tell them you want to come home. If I tell my mom she has a problem, she'll think I hate her. How can I hurt her anymore. She just lost everything."

Tobias shook his head. "Not everything. She didn't lose you," He says. He sits down on the bed next to me and his fingers rub circles into my temple where mom hit me. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Not at all." It actually felt really good and it was sending shocks of electricity through me. I sighed and leaned into his hand. "I'm a whore. A slut. A skank. Everything in the book." I whisper. "2 differnt people have implied that I am. What's funny is, I'm pretty sure they're right."

"That's not funny," Tobias mutters. "You're not a whore, Beatrice."

"Then what am I Tobias?" I demand feeling suddenly feeling a surge of anger. I pushed his hand away and stood up in front of him. "What am I? I'm fucking a guy who isn't my boyfriend and lying about it to my friends... if they are my friends anymore. I don't even think about it now, whether this is right of wrong! I'm a whore. Your grandma and my mom both think so, and they're right."

Tobias stands up too, his face har and serious. He grabs me by the shoulders and holds me firmly, forcing me to look at him. "Listen to me." He demands. "You are not a whore. Are you listening Tris? What you are is an intelligent, sassy, sarcastic, cynical, neurotic, loyal, compassionate, bitchy girl. That's what you are okay? You're not a slut of a whore or anything remotley similar. Just because you have some secrets and some screwups... you're just confused...like the rest of us in this whole fucking world!"

I stared at him. stunned. Was he right? Was the rest of the world just as lost as I am? Did everyone have their secrets and screwups? They must. I knew Tobias was just as messed up as me, so surley the rest of the world had it's imperfections too.

"I promise Tris that you are not a whore."

I looked at him. Into his warm, beautifuk, dark blue eyes and suddenly understood whatt he was trying to tell me. the message hidden beneath the words.

you're not alone.

I pushed myself onto my tiptoes and kissed him- really kissed him. It was more than just precursor to sex. There was no war between our mouths. My hips rested rested lightly beneath his, not pressed tightly. Our lips moved in soft, perfect harmony with each other. This time it meant something. That there was a connection between us. His hands stroked gently through my hair, his thumb grazing my cheek- still damp from crying earlier. And it didn't feel sick or twisted of unnatural. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I slid off his shirt and he pulled mine over my head. then laid me down on the bed. No rush. This time things were slow and earnest. This time it was about him. About me. About honesty and compassion and everything I'd never expected to find in Tobias Eaton.

Our bodies connected and it didn't feel wrong or dirty. I felt horrifyingly right...and unexpected.

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