Chapter 5

TRIS POV

I was slowly awoken by a feathering feeling across my cheek. As I kept my eyes closed, relying on my other senses to figure out where I was, memories from this afternoon came flashing back. Tobias picking me up form class, taking my bag, getting in his car… driving to the airport. The logical part of me kicks in, realising we must be at the airport. If we were in fact at the airport, what was the soft feeling on my face?

"Tris" a voice floated through my ears softly, as if I wasn't supposed to hear.

I slowly blinked my eyes open, seeing and feeling Tobias' hand on my cheek, his thumb slowly tracing up the side of my face.

"Hey," he said in a low voice, "we're at the airport. Ready to get your stuff?"

All I could concentrate was his hand, which was still on my face, so I nodded at him.

Neither of us seemed to want to make the first move out of our awkward embrace, preferring to stare into each other's eyes.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I put my hand over Tobias' and slowly pulled it away from my face. I smiled meekly up at him and he turned his face away, in a somewhat angry way.

I brushed off his weird gesture and put my hand towards the door handle.

"Are you coming in with me?" I asked him in a sweet voice.

He sighed heavily before replying. "Yeah, I'll come in with you. Might need a body-guard" he joked.

I laughed softy as I made my way out of the shiny car. When I got my handbag and straightened out my slightly wrinkled clothes, I turned back to close the door, only to see Tobias leaning against the car, watching me with an odd expression on my face.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him, my face flushing ever so slightly.

"You." He replied.

"Okay…"

He exhaled loudly and pushed off from the car, making his way towards me.

Suddenly feeling flushed, I turned without looking at Tobias and walked towards the airport terminals.

After locating the main desk for the airline I originally travelled with, waiting in line for 20 minutes and people watching, I realised that Tobias was nowhere in sight.

Frowning, I looked around for as far as I could see to try to find him.

"Next please" I heard an impatient voice call out.

Annoyingly I looked towards the line in front of me wondering why we haven't moved ahead when I realised that I was next in line.

I sheepishly made my way over to the irritated woman with an apologetic smile on my face.

"How can I help you?" she asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Hi, my name is Beatrice Prior, I flew in yesterday from New York and was told my bags were on the wrong flight…." I told her my story of baggage misfortune.

After explaining to her my story, while she typed into her computer, she turned to me with a pointed look.

"I'm sorry," she started, "but we have no records of your bags being anywhere."

I stared at her with disbelief.

"I'm not sure I heard you correctly. Are you telling me that you have no idea where my bags are?" I asked with desperation in my voice.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

I stared at her with shock on my face. What was I going to do? Everything I needed for the next year was in those bags.

While I was worrying about my bags, I didn't notice a hand go around my waist.

"Is there a problem here, babe?" A familiar voice asked me, loud enough for the woman behind the desk to hear.

I looked over at Tobias with a blank stare. Something must have shown on my face, because he tightened his arm around my middle and turned to talk to the woman I was previously conversing with.

"Where are her bags." He asked in a low voice, his stare unforgiving.

Lydia, according to her name tag, was wide-eyed and immediately started rambling and typing furiously on her computer.

"L-looks like your bags just got in on another flight, I'll call someone now and have them bring it up. I'm s-sorry Mrs. Prior." Lydia apologised.

I tightly smiled at her while Tobias steered me towards the side of the long desk.

While we waited, there was a somewhat uncomfortable silence between Tobias and I. He still had his arm around my waist, in fact, when a young man came towards us, the luggage carrier filled with familiar bags.

I sighed in relief and walked towards the boy, ready to take my bags from him when Tobias barreled past me, glaring at the young man whilst getting the trolley and walking out towards the doors, not even looking back towards me once.

What is with him? Why is he acting like this? He is so infuriating. I quickly ran towards his retreating form, trying to keep up with him.

After Tobias silently loaded all my luggage into the trunk, and a few smaller bags into the back seat, he climbed into the driver's seat next to me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked him with annoyance.

"I don't know, did you?" he replied sarcastically.

"Hey! I honestly don't know what I did. All I know is that when I walked into the airport, you weren't with me!"

"Because you walked away from me!" He shouted, the sound echoing in the small space.

I looked down at my hands, feeling as if my parents just scolded me for being naughty.

"I'm sorry," I said in a small voice, "I barely know you, okay? I literally met you yesterday. And I don't know how to act around you because you're being really sweet to me, and I don't know how to feel about that."

"Don't know how to feel about that?"

"Yes. I don't know how to feel, because the only boys that have been sweet to me in my entire life are my father and my brother, but they're required to be nice to me, because they're family. But… I've never had a boyfriend, and I've definitely never lived alone with a boy before. I'm scared." My voice started wavering.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry." Tobias leant over the seats, putting his hand on my face like earlier.

"I'm sorry if I came across a bit creepy. " He said with a small smile. "I'll be your first guy friend, okay? We'll have movie nights, and braid each other's hair and drink cocktails or whatever you and your friends would usually do at a sleepover. But, the difference is, we'll have a sleepover every day for the next year, yeah?" He laughed, which in turn made me laugh, because it was such a ridiculous laugh that you couldn't not laugh at it.

He swept his thumb across my cheek one last time before turning back in his seat and starting his car.

I looked over at him, really looked at him. He was the most handsome man who I had ever seen.

And he was my best friend.

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