First off, this is my fic. If you don't like it, I honestly don't care. :) By the way, this is like during September, it's not the beginning of their junior year. Also, I didn't mean to make Tris seem like she's flirting.
Tobias' POV
After lunch, Tris and I walk to Pre-Cal together. When we enter the classroom, I put my elbow on her head and lean against her, smiling. All she does is squat and let me fall.
"Alright, Tris, let's not hurt Tobias enough to not tryout for football." Coach Kinan chuckles while telling Tris. She smiles back at him and goes to her seat. I sit behind her so I can see the way her back arches when she bend over the desk to concentrate on one specific question in her journal. God, she's so beautiful. I smile a bit.
"Aye, yo Four!" Zeke. Always ruining my life. I look to my right to see him and Uriah standing and "looking cool."
"What Zeke?" I ask with no emotion. He rolls his eyes at me and sits next to me while Uriah sits by Tris. I unconsciously sigh.
"You wanna come by my house Saturday to have a Disney movie marathon? Uriah is inviting some of his friends, too." He bobs his head towards Tris when saying friends. I agree, but only because I want to sit next to Tris when Simba's dad dies. Crap, now I sound like a psychopath.
"Wait, why Disney?" I ask Zeke.
"Because, dude, don't hate. I freakin' love The Jungle Book. With Taloo." He talks with his hands moving in all sorts of directions. I snort.
"You mean Baloo?" I smirk and I can hear Tris laugh a bit at Zeke and I's conversation.
"Same difference." Zeke says while blushing. I laugh before Coach tells me to shut up. Right when I take out my spiral, a note falls on my desk and I see a whip of blond hair past my vision. I open the note to see messy handwriting.
Are you gonna go to Zeke's house Saturday?
-Tris
I smile at her handwriting and reply.
Yeah, are you? I'm gonna bring tissues for you if you come. :)
-The Tobster
I throw the note back to her and tap her messy bun lightly. She opens it and snorts at the name that I put. She scribbles in the tiny notebook paper and throws it back at me and shoves my arm off the desk. I open the note which now has a messed up smile on it.
Shuddup, and yeah I'm going. You're probably gonna use most of them by the end of Toy Story. By the way, I know that the only snacks we'll have is popcorn, so try to bring some like chocolate... For me, obviously.
-The Loser
I snicker and write back quietly for fear that Coach will hear my mechanical pencil squeaking against the rough desk.
What if I brought some for only me? I like chocolate, as well. And what's with "The Loser?"
-The Idonthaveagoodcomebackname
I poke the cold led of my pencil on the back of her neck and put the note on her head. She turns around and gives me a fake annoyed look. She opens it while trying to take notes on the sin, cos, and tan laws that Coach is talking about. I should probably take notes. I feel a poke under my eye and the note being pushed into my hand. I unfold it and see that she's doodled paper boats on the corners. I smile at her crooked lines connecting to one another.
Like yours is better? And I'd steal your chocolate and later put laxatives in them. I will be prepared. Also- bring some cheez-its. God, I love cheez-its. Have you tried chocolate with cheese? Like a cocoa puff and a goldfish? Ooh, also bring goldfish. I wanna pig out so I won't have to cry at Mulan's leaving.
-The Nerd
I half-smile at how she connects everything with her e's and t's. Her handwriting isn't like other girls', all neat and perfect. No, her penmanship is like she puts her heart and soul into writing hard on the scrap of paper. It loops, it's straight, it's honest. It's her. Oh God, now I sound like I'm in love with her handwriting. But I am because it reminds me of her and her beautiful flaws and her how she carries herself.
I write back.
You are actually kind of a nerd. And chocolate and cheese? Seems weird, but I'll try to bring some. Wait, why don't you bring some? Don't you have a money?
-Tobs
I finger the note and then pass the note to Beatrice. God, I love her name. Even though she clearly told me in 5th grade that she hates it, I love it. It represents her being, it represents that there's another person in this world that has the name Beatrice. There may be others, but each and everyone of them represent their personalities and their beliefs. And I may be in love with one of those Beatrice's. I look at her. The way she uses the whole desk to write. The way she wears tight clothes under baggy clothes to cover herself. How she wrinkles her nose when she's laughing cause she doesn't like her laugh. I'm so distracted by her that I don't even realize that class is over. Zeke punches me and starts to pack.
"Yo Four," I spare a look at Zeke, "Sorry, Tobias, I was wondering if you wanted to bring some snacks for Saturday. You will? Oh, thanks man, you're the best." Zeke says in a rush, not even letting me says a peep. I playfully glare at before he flashes a grin at me and leaves the class. I feel a poke on my back. I turn around and look down at Tris. I still can't decide which name I love best. I raise my eyebrows as in a "hey." She grabs her stuff while talking to me.
"So I was thinking, Cheez-its and some brownies? If you get them for me, I'm sure I'll find it in my heart to give you at most, one of each." She grins at me before putting her backpack on. She holds onto both straps like a little kid would on their first day of school. I grab my spirals and head to 7th period- French AP.
I sigh dramatically. "Fine, if I must. Wait, what else should I bring for the others?" I ask Tris, hoping that she knows what the others like. She frowns, her arched eyebrows turning furry. I smile on the inside.
"Well, just bring like a box of popcorn, two bags of Doritos, a container of Oreo's, two boxes of some soda. Zeke and Uriah will probably order some pizza." I look at her wide-eyed.
"So, just that right? Not like the whole store or anything." I exaggerate. She rolls her eyes at me. Now, we're at the door of Mr. J, my French teacher. Too bad Tris doesn't have French, she's taking Latin.
"Unless you want to. It's your money." She starts to walk away with small smile.
I smile and yell when she's at her class. "And I need it now!" I start to walk into French after my moments. Mr. J approaches me when I get to my desk.
"Bonjour, monsieur Tobias. Comment ça-va?" Mr. J asks me. I smile back, understanding his words clearly.
"Tres bien, monsieur Jean-Luc. Mais, ça a été une longue journée. Je suis fatigue." I smile wearily at him. He smiles and goes to the board for us to take notes.
He replies back with, "Eh bien, la journée est presque finie." I take out my spiral and pencil. Before Mr. J starts to take notes, I doodle Tris Eaton in the corners of my pages. I smile a bit and look up to the board filled with how to pronounce r's better.
(After School)
I walk behind Beatrice to the Auditorium and put my elbow on her shoulder, hoping to not irritate her. The looks she gives me don't show any signs of it, they only show happiness; I hope mine aren't full of desperation. I clear my throat. I hope this idea works.
"Uh, h-hey Tris, I was wondering," I gulp when she looks at me with her big eyes, "I-I was wondering if you possibly, maybe, was wondering if you wanted to go get like some yogurt or ice cream or something? We don't have to get something cold, it could be like a burger or-" I'm interrupted by her light laugh.
"Sure, 'Tobster.'"She smiles at me with her sparkling eyes. God, her eyes. I smile nervously back. Since I have no idea who these people are, she shows me the ropes. Literally, the curtain ropes. Which one pulls them, which one pulls the back one up, etc. After she takes me upstairs to see the lights and sounds, I run into the other Tech Theatre teacher, Mr. Otis. He's pretty tall and handsome with his light brown hair, combed nicely and his brown eyes that are full of curiosity and a childlike spirit. He sticks out his hand for me to shake it.
"Well, hello there." He smiles at me when I shake his hand firmly. "Is this the new recruit from Mrs. Tillman's?" He ask Tris when I tell him my name. She nods her head enthusiastically.
"Yeah, Mr. O. He's only gonna be here for a week, so don't get your hopes up, thinking that he'll become a Techie." She smirks at him. He frowns before giving us a grin and telling us farewell for now. I look back at Tris.
"Is he always like that? Not that I mind, but, still." I ask her when we're safely back on stage. She moves her hand as in a "sort-of."
"Well, it depends. If his Theatre 1 class behaves, then class is basically being taught by a kid in a candy shop. But if they give him heck," I smile at her, refusing to cuss, "then he'll make us do paperwork. But at least you're with him only for a week."
"Wait, why are you guys called Techies?" I ask her when we're getting our backpacks.
"Because why not? It makes us sound like nerds, which we are, but it makes us sound like we're a different part of school, untouchable by the populars." She half-smiles and shrugs. "I don't know, Mr. Otis picked it out. That's how it makes me feel." After a while of chatting, we reach the student parking lot. I look at her.
"Are we still on for that burger -ice cream -frozen yogurt -thing?" I ask her with a bit more confidence than the last time. She smiles tentatively.
"Sure." Is all she says before opening the door for me.
That's it for now. Next chapter will be their "date." I already know where I want to go with this story, but it's gonna take a while for me to get there. I hope you guys liked it. :)
~Mrs. Waters-Eaton