Chapter 36:
Tris' POV:
The Next Day:
"Triiiiss…" Tobias whispers. "Oh Tris…"
My eyes flutter open, see Tobias hovering over me, with a smile on his face. My eyes immediately shut closed, and I groan.
"Just another 6 hours, please!" I whine, picking my hands up and putting them on what feel like his shoulders.
"Nope, fighting today, and if you want breakfast you'll have to get up."
"What time is it," I ask, keeping my eyes close and running my hands up and down his back.
"6:42," he says.
"Crap," I mutter.
"Up and at 'em Trissy!"
"Off!" I command, and he gets up.
I get ready, and march out the door, literally.
"You would think being nineteen makes you act more mature, but sometimes wonder what goes on through your head, Tris," Tobias says.
"March soldier! No time for slacking!" I yell, looking him up and down, and snorting in mock disgust. He starts to laugh.
"Your scariness only goes so far with me, Prior."
"You should know better, Eaton," I tease.
He looks at me in mock disbelief, I just laugh and turn around again. I hear heavy footsteps behind me, and just as they come near, slide to the left, and grab Tobias' hand, spinning him to face me.
"I wasn't expecting that one, Prior," he says smugly.
"That's obvious. You should have thought that through more, Eaton."
He leans in on me, but I don't allow.
"I'm not happy with your performance lately, Eaton. No more kisses until I've seen improvement," I say, struggling a little to stay serious.
"I'll do better next time, I promise!" he whines.
"Well show me!"
"I will!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
After a short stare down, we end up standing in front of the dining hall laughing. We enter, still laughing, and I try to stop, but Tobias is still laughing, so it's hard.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Zeke asks.
All of a sudden, Tobias and I look at each other and turn serious. We're good…I sit in between Zeke and Tobias.
"Confidential," Tobias says.
"Come on, Tris," Zeke says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
Just to stay in character, I grab his arm, and twist it behind him. He shrieks in pain.
"Who are you working for?" I scream.
"Tris! What are you doing? Four, get your girlfriend off me!" I screams as well.
"She asked you a question! Who are you working for, and how do you know our names?" Tobias interrogates, standing up.
"I have no idea what's going on," Zeke murmurs. I hold back a laugh.
I let go, and take a piece of toast from the middle of the table. I take a bite, and look over at Zeke, and then Tobias. I love these telepathic messages we send each other.
"What happened, Zeke?" I say fearfully, seeing his pained expression.
"What do you mean what happened? You did this!"
"What are you talking about?" I say, touching his arm lightly and taking another bite of my toast. I look around the table and see some are catching on, and holding back laughs, and some look really confused.
"Zeke, is everything alright?" Tobias asks.
"Are you alright, Four? What the heck happened to you guys? You go from one emotion to another. What is going on?" the whole table begins to laugh.
"Oh, Zeke, gullible, naïve, Zeke," I breathe.
"What?!"
"We were acting…" Tobias says.
"How could you not tell?" Christina says.
"Yeah, they were making it completely obvious," Uriah says.
"We were not!" Tobias and I shout.
"Yeah, we saw the way you were looking at each other," Will says.
"Will you guys stop talking! Jeez, first Four and Tris, now you guys? What, did you guys call each other up and say: 'Hey, let's have a 'How about we pick on Zeke day'?'" he asks.
"Nope, but don't worry, Zeke – you would be the likely candidate if we did, so there's nothing to worry about," I say with a smile. "It's a good idea though."