Hey guys! So I finally got the time to update the story! Do you think I should do Tobias and tris pov or just keep tris's? Because if you guys want both, I'll have to start labeling chapters with whose pov it is. Thank you all for the reviews and follows! It makes me so happy to see what you have to say! :) So for the next chapters I'm considering adding some of your reviews like I do in my other story. Respond back whether or not you think I should. I'm sorry if the grammar in this chapter sucks.. I'm updating from my phone. :/ Hope you enjoy chapter 2!
My morning starts with dry tears. Re-living the same dream every time I fall asleep is painful. It just makes everything hurt. I close my eyes, take a breath, and pull myself out of bed. The room starts to spin. It looks like a hardwood carousel from a carnival. I grasp for my bedside table as a way to stabilize my body. A few drops of sweat form on my forehead, but I just wipe them off and dizzily make my way to the closet.
My alarm clock screams at me to get out of bed, but I've already been awake for twenty minutes. I mumble on about waking up when the timer rings, not before it. My feet trudge around my room as I prepare for the day ahead, letting the clock blare out its constant wake up call. Without giving my alarm a second glance, I find an outfit for work. I really don't want to go. The first top I find is thrown onto my body, along with some uncomfortable bottom that doesn't match. I walk as slow as a sloth out the front door with a bed head and an unplanned outfit but I can't find the energy to care.
Once I get to the front door of the building, I groan with discontent. Why do I have to be here today?
Christina rushes out of the office's doors and hurriedly slides into the passenger seat of my car.
"Hey girlie!" She squeals.
"Not in the mood." I grumble.
"Tris! I need to talk! Please just be a girl for a second and listen!" She pleads with a tone of excitement escaping her voice.
"Okay." I say whilst I wrap my finger around my hair.
"Will proposed!" She screams.
"He didn't!" I shout back.
"Yessss he did!" She comments back.
"When? Where? Tell me every single detail!" I question.
"Remember the coffee shop we met at?"
Christina continues to explain what occurred. She's 22 and engaged. I'm 22 and lonely. No boyfriend, no guy friends, no nothing. All the men I meet just aren't right. I was sure Al was the one, but that's what I get for letting my guard down. I can't help but be a little jealous by Christina's quick engagement. I haven't had a real relationship since him. I can't say that I made much of an effort to change that, but in my defense, nobody's interested in me anyways. All they care about is sex.
We go into work and start our day by writing a report. Sounds fun, right? Hours pass by, each one consisting of boring paperwork and a splitting headache. Finally, Chris taps me on the shoulder and pulls me out of my thoughts. She tells me it's time to close up shop and I can't help but celebrate. Today felt like it lasted forever. I hurry home and change into a pair of flowy shorts and a cream tank top. I slide on a pair of sandals and walk out the back door. I make my way through a trail from my backyard. It goes on with many turns and bends until i arrive at my destination. The waves crash quickly like they're trying to warn me of a coming storm. The wind howls and whips my hair into my face. The sky is so dark grey that it's almost black. But I don't mind. This is my haven. I walk forward and put my feet along the edge of the water. I sit down in the sand, just far enough away from the waves that they can only brush my toes. A sigh is released from my lungs and I let the run through my hair. The weather does not seem good, but today I honestly could care less. Everything here is just comfortable. I'm content knowing that this beach is my spot; somewhere no one else knows about.
The bushes behind me distract my mind as they start to rustle. I don't think I've ever see any animals around here, but hopefully its just a rabbit, I turn from the bush and face the water again. Dark grey, like the sky, it warns me. I don't know how or why, but the waves seem angry. I scrunch my nose and shake my head. I must be delusional. I turn my head back to the bushes behind me; there aren't anymore sounds coming from that general area. The wind whips my blonde locks in front of my eyes, like it's trying to block my from seeing something. I pull the strands back behind my ears and see a man. He stands close to me, with a black hoodie on and sun glasses covering his eyes. His cropped brown hair is slightly peeking out from underneath his hood and he turns to face me. From what I can see, he is very attractive. His mouth has a full lower lip and a square upper lip. As I look closer, I notice a small scar on his chin. I move my gaze downwards. He has a lean but muscular build. He's very tall and it just adds to his good looks. I raise my eyebrows at him and his mouth starts to move but I don't hear any words.
"Well?" He grumbles.
"What?" I ask him.
"Are you going to leave, or do I have to sit down with you here?" He questions with annoyance. What did I do to him?
"I'm not moving. You can go find someone else to bother if I'm really that much of a problem." I retort with an eye roll.
I'm disgusted. He walks onto my beach and is angry at me? If he couldn't tell, I was trying to sit in peace, without being interrupted. He walks over next to me and sits about a foot away from me. I mentally groan and turn to look back at the ocean. How did he even find this place. I've always been the only one here. Always. I thought it was secluded.
"Look, I'm sorry. I had no reason to flip on you. I'm just extremely stressed right now. Especially when seeing someone while I was trying to avoid people. It wasn't the greatest surprise I could think of." The man says with a deep voice.
"I get it, it's just that kind of day." I nod back at him.
He smiles and turns back towards the water. It's surprisingly comforting having him next to me.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's really dark out." My voice comes out before I have a chance to stop it.
"Why are you wearing a tank top when it's so cold?" He fires back.
"Touché." I mumble.
He smirks at my agreement. We both stop talking and think to ourselves. He seems much happier than when he say down.
I start to wonder who he is. I think about asking, but decide not to interrupt our comfortable silence. I turn my head to him, wondering what he's thinking. He sits on the sand, quietly running his hand through the small grains. He turns his head to face me. It is only then that I realize he took off his sunglasses. His eyes are so dark blue, so dark that they are almost black. As I look into his eyes, I feel like everything makes sense, like the world is at peace. I can't bring myself to look away. His navy orbs are swallowing me whole, and I think I like it.
"Do I know you?" I ask quietly.
"Oh... um no. No." He finally breaks the eye contact and clears his throat.
"Well then, I'm Tris." I say. I reach out my hand to shake his. When our hands touch, a chill runs down my spine. My eyes widen and I look at his eyes again. Who is this man?
"Tobias." He responds to my greeting with a sweet smile. He pulls his hand off the sand and looks at the watch on his right arm.
Tobias's face creases with an emotion I can't read. Then he slowly stands up.
"It was nice meeting you, Tris, but I really have to leave." A frown crosses his face.
"Okay." My voice is laced with disappointment.
"Can I see you again?" He asks. "I need to make up for how rude I was earlier."
"If you can find me." I say with a smirk.
"Is that a challenge?" His voice grows playful.
"I guess it is." I shrug while the smile spreads on my face.
"Okay. Well, then I guess I'll see you soon." He shows his teeth with an adorable grin and adds a wink.
"Good luck with that. I'm a tough girl to find." I say.
"I found you once without trying, imagine how much easier it'll be the next." He pauses. "Besides, you're pretty hard to miss."
My heart jumps and I flash a shy smile.
"Goodbye, Tobias."
"See you soon, Tris."
I watch as he walks away. Though we didn't talk much, I feel like Tobias and I have known each other forever. I shake my head and stand up. What's wrong with me?