CHAPTER SEVEN
TRIS
My brain implodes. Blood bursts from every vessel and crevice on the inside of my brain. At least, that's what I think happens, because the next thing I see is blackness.
"I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant." Her words haunt me as I blunder around blindly in the dark.
"Nnno…" I moan "Stop."
"I'm pregnant."
"Stop i-it" I whine. And then a short sharp pain hits me in the side of the face.
Christina's hand.
"Tris, Jesus. I thought the father was supposed to faint from the news." Her dark brown eyes stare right into mine. I can barely see the rest of her face because of all the blonde hair over my eyes. I try to wipe it back around the side of my ear, but it falls back lazily.
"Pr-pregnant."
"Yes." She takes two long steps back and eventually decides to take a seat.
"You're pregnant?"
"Yes" she replies patiently.
"Wha-when, uh… how long?"
"I don't know."
"What-Christina? Go see a doctor." I sit up straight and tie up my hair so that I become focused. "Christina, how do you know?" She gives me a small look and clasps her hands together. Then she slowly pulls a white stick out of her pocket. I tilt my head back and sigh.
"Is that-?"
"-A pregnancy test." She places it carefully on her knees, puts her head in her hands, and stares at it.
"So you did it the old fashioned way. How'd you get one?" I ask. Pregnancy tests have been long gone banned from Dauntless. It was their harsh way of telling you to learn from your mistakes when it's too late. But she shakes her head and doesn't reply. The words I'm pregnant slowly begin to fade, and the blow is becoming cushioned enough for other thoughts to land on. The first thing that I can process is that she's pregnant with her unfaithful boyfriend's baby. Then everything else piles on top. The baby's a bastard. Christina's a pregnant seventeen-year-old. I don't know what the Dauntless consider a situation as such, but I definitely know abnegation frowns upon it. And the reason for that is, she's got her whole life ahead of her and it's been taken away by one, single, tiny, screaming baby.
"Christina…" another thought comes to me and I worry what her answer will be.
"Christina, when you said, some things don't allow a cure… did you mean, you wanted to get an…" my gaze goes from over Christina's shoulder to her abdomen. She raises her head for the first time in ten minutes. I look up and our eyes meet. Tears edge their way over her bottom eyelid. I get off my chair and crouch on my knees in front of her. She lets out a cry like she did this morning, and this time, she lets it go. Her thin, nimble body collapses onto me and we keep the embrace for a long while. She cries and sobs into my shoulder, transferring all of her emotion onto me. The tears travel from my shoulder into my heart and suddenly I'm crying too. Sympathy takes over my body and we both clutch onto each other for moral support. I don't know how long we stay like this, until all the tears have left us, I suppose.
When we finally release Christina wipes her face like I do, but I know she's not all done crying. Her eyes betray her body signs, red and bursting with tears.
"I should go." She whispers, wiping her wet palm on her jeans.
"No, Christina-"
"No." she says it forcefully and I know that I need to step back. "No, no Tris, I need to think this through. I need to tell Will."
"You haven't-?" but she's up and out the door before I can finish my sentence. I comb my fingers through my hair and lie on the bed. I don't know how long it is until he's there, maybe an hour or two.
"Hey" his voice interrupts my haze of thoughts.
"Oh. Hey" I lie on the bed, and Tobias stands over me. His dark blue eyes, stare straight into mine. And I think, there's a similarity between Tobias and Christina. They have the same shade of eyes, maybe not the same colour, but just as dark and pure and mysterious. He sits his cute little bubble butt next to my head, and I forget all about our fight just a couple hours ago.
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" I say dreamily. I still stare upwards, at the ceiling. Somehow I find the strength to keep the information Christina just fed me locked somewhere deep down. I know how I can manage it, and it's because it's not my place to tell anyone.
I think that's what she meant by "please be empathetic".
Out of the side of my peripheral vision I can see his dark shirt and his shoulder, and the side of his lightly shaven face. He laughs a deep laugh and lies down two, his hip resting against the top of my head. I let out a small giggle. If someone where viewing the situation they'd think we were high.
I close my eyes and try to forget about Will and Christina. This. This is what I need to focus on.
I crawl over to him and put my head on his shoulder, my head facing inwards. He wraps his muscular arm around me and kisses the top of my head. I place my hand on his chest, feeling for a heartbeat. I find it, warm and regular, pulsing, telling me he is alive.
I know exactly how to make it sweltering rather than warm, and I know exactly how to make it rapid rather than regular.
So I do.
I crawl up so that my face is in front of his. His eyes are closed and I surprise him with a kiss.
We both prop up onto our elbows, and then sit up, so that he can wrap both arms around my torso, so that I can wrap mine around his neck. Our mouths are wide open, not really searching for anything in particular, just wanting to be with the mouth pressing up against it. Because that was how Tobias made me feel. Every time I saw him, all I wanted was to be closer and closer to him. I wanted to get inside of him, in a weird way. Never, could we satisfy ourselves with how close we were. We were always too far apart.
Our tongues lock and our teeth clacks and we both giggle and laugh and moan as we sloppily make out. Before long, I'm slipping my jeans off and pulling Tobias' shirt off. I kiss him on the neck and go south, kissing him again and again, kissing his pecs, kissing his amazing abs, kissing his belly button, and kissing his abdomen.
He pushes all my hair to one side with four, long fingers, and slides a thumb across my cheek. I close my eyes and take his thumb and put it in my mouth. He smiles so wide wrinkles appear on the sides of his cheeks and his eyes. Only once in a blue moon do you see Toby's smile, ladies and gentlemen.
My heart melts and I can feel it dripping and drooling like golden syrup, sliding over all my organs, lathering up my vagina. Without thinking twice I pull my wet underwear off.
Toby grins again and I become even wetter.
"I had no idea a smile was so erotic." He laughs and the grin comes back and I become hornier than ever. I pull myself up onto him, ripping of his jeans and discarding them on the ground with my underwear. Our naked bottom halves rub against each other as we kiss.
Tobias lifts my shirt off and my bra slides off with it. He pulls me back onto him and we kiss as our skin touches, full frontal. I can feel his massive dick grinding up into my stomach, and I can feel the small crevices and dips in the muscles on his torso. Our eyes are closed and we continue to kiss, for a long while.
I lick his neck and he lets his head roll back into the pillows. I leave a small love bite just above his collar bone before going down. My hands rub along his skin as I settle in between his open legs, nice and smoothly. I rub his thighs and take his throbbing cock in my hand. He whimpers at its touch, and I breathe on it in anticipation.
I love watching him squirm, watching him just waiting for it. Its evil, I know, but when I get to it, he's oh so grateful.
"Tris!" I reply with a slight choking gob and he's clutching at the sheets. Tobias has always had a nice rhythm in every position or way of having sex. Always got a nice thrust. He goes fast and then slow, allowing me not to have to do a lot of the work. When he goes slow, I savour the taste of his hot member in my mouth, sucking deeply and tightly, teasing the tip with my tongue in a circular motion.
He pulls me off him.
And when I say pull, I mean pull, if he'd asked I would've ignored, because that sweet taste of pre cum just kept on 'coming'.
I let out a long sigh of breath as we both recover slightly.
"Thanks for eating all that pineapple."
"Worth it?"
"Definitely."
"How about I taste your cherry pie?" I giggle and he flips me over swiftly and gently, carrying me like I'm the most precious thing in the world.
His touch is more electric than the foreplay, or even his smile. Those fingers, are too good. He begins by rubbing my thighs, just as I did to him, and then kissing around my girl. He licks up the sides, massaging the soft skin around it. My button is bursting by the time he gets to it, and flood waters ensue.
He puts his mouth to the opening, teasing it with his tongue like the pages of a magazine.
I have to pull him off too. When I do, he takes one of his fingers and puts it in his own mouth, giving me a look of total ecstasy. I moan and pull him in for a naked, wet kiss. His hands are on the small of my back pressing myself into him, and slowly bringing the both of us down together. I don't even notice my back touching the sheets. He slides the hair across my face back again, and gives me a winking smile before sliding into me.
"Hu-oh-oh"
"Shhhhh" he puts a soft finger to my lips and I smile. He smiles back and a twinkle in his eye shines at me.
He enters slowly, filling me up gradually, putting his beautiful hips into motion. He's taller than me, so his shoulder moves up and down over my face. I clutch onto both shoulders for support as I give into absolute and total pleasure.
He picks up the pace, smacking into my skin. One reason that I know we were made for each other, is the fact that our pelvic bones align perfectly. The skin faps away as Toby starts grunting and start howling. Our entire apartment is filled with moans and grunts and heavy breathing. He keeps rubbing into my left wall, sending me into climactic pleasure, almost pushing me… almost… done… over-the…
"OH!" he keeps going, and I don't know what's going on, but I still haven't reached it yet. "OH!" I scream again, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulders, seriously grabbing for support.
"UGH!" he moans "Yeah!" He's going faster than we've ever gone before. I stop breathing, I close my eyes, and it comes.
His sweet warm juices fill me up and I land on it. Right. On-it.
Tobias has all but forgotten being gentle with me, he's slumped onto me roughly, almost slamming down into me. We both catch our breaths and I try to regain my vision.
It literally comes back in dark, blotchy spots.
"Oh, god." I sigh, finally letting my grip loose.
"Oh, god indeed." He sighs back at me. When we see eye to eye, he kisses me on the forehead, then on the nose with a giggle out of both of us, and then a long, love-filled kiss on the lips. He smiles before turning off the bed side lamp
Never, has he shown me this many smiles in one night.
He wraps his arms around my stomach area, pulling my close into him, our naked bodies becoming one.
"Tris?" he whispers into my ear.
"Tobias?" I say.
"I love you." I'm a little embarrassed to admit I become tearful.
"I love you too." I tell him. And another tear…
That Night I dream about Tobias.
I'm standing on the podium, the knife in my right hand, blood in the other. Before me stands three bowls only, two of the factions have been left out – Amity, and Candor.
When I look up, Tobias stands in the crowd of seated dauntless. His face is tan, glowing against the black. He looks hot. He takes his shirt off, and his skin glows ever more, his impeccable body, looks so beautiful.
Christina stands two rows down.
"Christina" I whisper as I put a hand out.
When she sees me she smiles. She turns around to walk over to the aisle, and when she turns, I see a baby. It blubbers and smiles as drool covers its chin. Christina walks over to Tobias and takes his hand.
I gasp and the blood in my left hand spills over the burning coals, without my consent.
Suddenly I'm being carried away, I'm being carried over a bridge. My back presses against familiar arms. Tobias. Christina walks next to him, holding his hand. I feel a twang of jealousy, but Tobias kisses me on the forehead and soothes me, like the baby on Christina's back. The bridge is beautiful, with a river flowing beneath it, crashing against the rocks…
It reminds me of the chasm, only more peaceful.
When we reach the end of the bridge, a new crowd awaits us. I notice some faces, others I don't. One thing I do notice though,
Is that Will isn't one of them.
"Are you too pussy to hit a girl, huh? Why won't you talk?"
Dakota's voice echoes around the training centre, and James stands in front of her, fists only slightly raised. Tobias and I lay in bed talking and kissing this morning, and I came sprinting to the training center late, to find Eric giving me a disapproving look. James looks apprehensive, and Dakota looks pissed. "Are you too pussy to physically hurt them, to their faces? HUH?!" she screams.
"Alright, that's enough!" I shout. Dakota's hair blocks her face from me. I can't read her expression, but I can tell by the way she shakes she's angry. Probably not at me, but at James. I doubt if she even heard me. James must have done something to really set her off, and I can tell by the way she shakes and the way she has her fists raised, with the knuckles white and veins popping out.
I was her last year.
"Come on, just get on with it." James whimpers.
"GET ON WITH IT?!" screams Eric from the corner. I jump, only just remembering him being with us. I suddenly get a flash of Christina hanging over the edge of the chasm, her finger tips edging their way closer and closer over the edge of the pathway, just like her tears did over her eyelid last night.
"Get on with it." I repeat
"Do you want it quick? I think I should do it long and painful, what do you think?" she teases at James. His face is one that looks so completely and utterly defeated. He looks shamefully at the ground and lowers his fists.
"Naw, for god's sake, I mean really." Eric strides over from the wall and is about to throw a punch at James when it all happens.
I shout something unintelligible, Dakota does the same, the rest of the class gasps, and Eric is sent to the ground. James's leg is back on the ground before you could say 'don't'. Dakota steps back, and glues her arms to her sides.
Up against the walls the girls cover their mouths, their eyes wide open and frightened. I walk calmly over to James.
"What-" but he jumps backwards and I'm about to freak out thinking he's going to do something to me when I notice Eric's leg finishing the sweep it just missed. James kicks him in the face, again and again. A total of four times before any common sense goes into me.
I kick him in the chest, the same way he did Eric, and he goes flying to the ground, his back slamming into the concrete with a cringe-worthy and sickening thud. His head hits the concrete after his back, and everyone gasps for one final time as he goes unconscious.
Eric's unconscious too. I send everyone away.
"Jesus Christ."
"What the fuck happened here?!" five minutes later.
What the hell was I just doing?
I seemed to have forgotten all logical sense and I jump and turn in a flash to see Max rushing over to Eric, checking for a pulse.
"They're unconscious,' I try to offer.
"No shit."
"Then why are you…" I trail off, not even bothering. Behind me I hear more footsteps and turn around to see if it's some of the kids but instead I see two men with earrings that stretch their ear lobes. One of them has smaller earrings than the other, and has an array of silver rings pierced into his skin, rather than an eyebrow.
"Move" they mutter as they shove past. At the door runs in Tobias.
"T-Four!-?" I'm happy to see him but slightly confused.
"He puts on his strictly professional, non-personal, robotic, instructor voice. "Three transfer-initiates came running into the first room they could see with political personnel inside. We were alerted immediately. Please explain the events of what just happened." I'm stunned, and take an unsteady start to my explanation.
"uh-uh-mm, James, Just-just, and then Eric tried to punch him and-"
"A dauntless leader administering transfer-initiate fights attempted attacking a transfer-initiate minor, who at the time, being a transfer-initiate minor was considered factionless?" Toby looks at me with no feeling.
"What?!" I blurt out.
"Never mind, ma'am, there are cameras." He points to the corners of the room as two beds on wheels are rolled into the room. It looks silly, seeming as this happens every day and we leave them on the floor until they gain consciousness.
Eric stirs as they roll him out.
"No need to be so official with your girlfriend you prick." He wafts out a hand that Tobias slaps away, an action Eric scoffs in his dizzy haze.
I roll my eyes as everyone leaves the room except Toby. He gives me an apologetic look.
"Sorry for being all weird, I didn't want to get fired."
"So that's what you're doing while I'm 'administering fights to factionless minors' or whatever?"
"Ha-ha, well, yeah, I do it to get them off my back."
"Well, someone who won't get off your back is me, no matter what you do."
"Even, if I do this?" he grabs my ass and kisses me like he did the other day. I let him this time, and I even spank him on the ass as he turns to walk away from me. He laughs and leaves me biting my thumb nail watching his butt walk away from me.