A/N: OMG I SAW CATCHING FIRE AND IT IS SO FREAKING AMAZING LIKE HOLY CRAP ITS GONNA TAKE ME ALL THE WAY UNTIL MOCKINGJAY PART ONE COMES OUT TO RECOVER FROM THAT HOLY FREAKING CRAP. WOW. Enjoy Chapter 21!

Tobias POV:
I'm going to kill him.

There is no way he's going to get away with this.

I told Tris I'd let it go but it was a lie.

I have to pretend to not worry about it for Tris's sake, but when I go back to school on Monday I'm going to make Peter's life a living hell.

Tris POV:
I don't actually believe that Tobias is going to let what happened with Peter just slip like that, but at least he's trying for my sake. I don't want him to make a bigger deal of this than it already is.

"Do you wanna go out for dinner?" Tobias asks me.

"Like on a date?" I ask.

"We are a couple, aren't we?" he jokes.

I smile. "Sure. Where are we going?"
He smirks at me. God he looks amazing when he does that. "You'll see," he tells me, and I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me lightly and I pull away after a moment, deciding to mess with him. He frowns at me and I turn away from him, smiling to myself. He grabs my arm and pulls me in close to him.

"Playing hard to get, Tris?" he says seductively.

I kiss him instead of answering and we walk backwards until he find the couch, falling onto it without breaking the kiss. Right when I can really see that he's really starting to enjoy himself, I get off of him and walk over to the kitchen to get some water, leaving him staring after me with an open mouth.

"Tris," he says with a somewhat whiny tone to his voice. I smirk, knowing that this is driving him crazy. He stands up and walks over to the kitchen. I feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind me and I turn around a kiss him again, not planning on messing with him this time. We get deeper into the kiss and find ourselves back in the couch again, only this time we're both missing our shirts. We continue making out for a while when Tobias finally pulls apart.

"Tris, truth or dare?" he asks me.

I cock my head to the side, somewhat confused. "Dare," I answer.

"I dare you to let me take off your pants," he says.

"Go right ahead," I tell him. He takes off my pants and his, so he's left in his boxers and I'm left with my bra and underwear. He unclasps my bra but doesn't take it off.

"It's okay, you can," I say to him through our kisses.

He takes off my bra the rest of the way and I grind my hips against his. He lets out a low moan and I smirk, knowing that I did that to him. We continue kissing and I push my hips into his again. I feel a bulge in his pants and I pull away, my eyes wide.

"We can stop if you want," Tobias says.

I don't say anything but lay my head against his chest.

"Can we just lay here without taking this any further?" I whisper.

"Of course we can, Tris. I'm just as happy laying here as I would be doing anything else," he says to me.

"Are you sure?" I ask, afraid that I'm disappointing him.

"No, I'd actually do that than take this any further than we are now," he says softly.

We both get redressed and head up to his room to lay down and talk.

Tobias laughs lightly. "So much for going out to dinner... We can do it tomorrow night instead."

I smile and snuggle closer into him. "I'd rather do this tonight anyway."

"You wanna play a game?" he asks.

"Umm, sure?" I say, almost like a question.

"It's like a question game. I ask a question about you, and then you do the same to me," he says.

"And what if we don't want to answer the question?" I inquire, thinking of things I've done in the past that I'd rather not talk about.

"I don't know, I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there," he says.

"Okay. You go first.

"Alright... umm... Have you ever skipped class?" he asks.

"Duh, who hasn't?" I laugh.
He laughs with me and says "Okay, you're turn now."

"Hmm... have you ever been drunk?" I ask him.

"No, have you?"

"Is that your question?"

"Yes."

"Okay then. No, I haven't been drunk before either," I say. "My turn again. How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Well I dated a girl named Maggie in the 9th grade, and then you. And that's all," he says.

"Really? I would've expected there to have been a list of at least five girls," I say, surprised.

"Well I only date girls that are special," he says, kissing me lightly.
I smile. "Your turn," I say.

"Why did you block yourself out from the world for all those years?" he asks.

"Because my dad was in the army and we moved all the time," I say, using the explanation I always use.

He gives me a look. "Is that the real reason?" he asks.

I look down. "It's not your turn to ask the question," I say, trying to change the subject.

"Tris," he says, cupping my chin in his hands and lifting my face up to look him in the eyes.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"You can tell me," he says gently.

I sigh. "My aunt and I were very close. For a while, she was my only friend, the only person I could talk to that I felt would really listen to what I had to say. When I was in the 7th grade..." I gulp. "When I was in the 7th grade..." I try again, a lump forming in my throat. "When I was in the 7th grade, she got into a major car accident. She was in a coma for almost a year. She couldn't see or hear or talk or anything, but everyday I would go visit her and talk to her. Eventually they took her off the life support because they knew she had no chance of living. It really hit me hard. Ever since then, I've been afraid to love because I'm scared it'll all be lost."

Tobias wipes away a tear I didn't realize had escaped me and pulls me into a hug. "Thank you for telling me about that. It means a lot that you'd share something so personal with me," he says softly.

I don't respond but big him tighter. I'm glad I told him. It felt good to talk about it. Until now, anytime anyone brings it up I would leave the room or change the subject, but it felt good to tell somebody about what happened and the real reason why I have such trouble getting attached to people. Tobias was the perfect person to tell, too, because he would never judge me or look down on me or anything like that. I tell him I love him and I think he says the same thing back, but I'm to far into sleep's grasp to know for sure.

~DauntlessFlames46