The next few weeks weren't awful.

I was getting B's and C's in Self-defence and English. so one afternoon Tobias offered to tutor me. We met in the park (also known as "the outside the border") that first evening right after dinner. Tobias brought a punching bag... from where, I don't know. I started out.

"No!" He said within the first 10 seconds. "You're small, and not good for fighting."

"Thanks for the encouragement." I muttered and attacked with my elbows.

"Better..." He studied me for a few moments. "Keep tension here." He put his hands on my stomach.

It seemed like time had stopped for a moment or so. It was only me, Tobias, and the owl in the tree. And, of course, the punching bag, hung up on a branch of the tree with the owl like huge red round mistletoe.

Wait... why did I think that?

We broke. He turned away, and I started up again with the punching bag.

"Okay, that's enough." he finally said. "I am ready to start you on English. Let us begin."

For me, English was way harder than Self-defense... especially trying to not laugh at Tobias's odd British accent. It sounded more like a mix of Scottish and Australian.

I got to the dorm just after nightfall.

Chris was sitting up for me. "What were you doing?"

"Tobias is tutoring me on some things." I shrugged. "Nothing special."

"You like him." She said casually, as if talking about the weather. Actually, that expression wouldn't work, because it was storming outside.

"Excuse me?" I asked, beginning to get nervous.

"As if you don't know." She rolled her eyes. "It's obvious. You two totally like each other."

"Is it really that obvious?" I worried. "And there's no way he likes me."

"He likes you just like you like him." Chris assured me, not really answering the question.

"Fine... don't tell anyone, though!" I admitted. "I like Tobias."

Chris winked. "Don't be too sure I won't tell anyone... I'm not a Candor."

I ran into the cafeteria the next day, got my lunch, exchanged a few words with the lady who worked there, and ran to sit next to Tobias. "I got an A!" I hissed. "I got an A on my report card!"

Tobias looked at me a bit surprised, and then hugged me. I melted into his embrace.

"Hem hem." Will cleared his throat. We broke apart, but shared knowing smiles at each other every so often that drove the others mad.

"So, Tris... are you and Tobias together yet?" Christina asked.

Tobias seemed suddenly interested in his soup. I ate my Dauntless cake, suddenly interested in taking smaller bites to make the silence longer.

"You aren't?" Chris asked, disappointed. "You should be."

I frowned at her. "Chris, he's right here!" I hissed. "Really?"

Chris winked at me again and continued. "You two are going on a romantic date in the Pit." She ordered. "You know, that place in Dauntless where people hang out and stuff? Yeah, you're going there."

We groaned and pleaded, but she insisted. "Tonight." She instructed. "Tobias, I expect you to be pretty." Tobias went red faced. "Tris will be pretty... I'm helping her pick out her clothes."

I groaned and pleaded more, but she stood firm. "Tonight." She repeated. "Tobias, be pretty."

Please, please, please R&R!