Chapter 7

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TRIS POV

Traffic was particularly heavy on our way to work. To fill the somewhat awkward silence that was in the car, Tobias decided to turn the radio on.

I listened intently as the news report filtered through the speakers.

"Good morning Chicago residents. If you're travelling through the middle of the city, you would have noticed that traffic has almost come to a standstill. This is all due to a two-car collision early this morning that has forced authorities to close off both lanes of one of the city's busiest roads. Police are urging motorists to try to take alternate routes as they continue to deal with the wreck."

"That's terrible." I said with sympathy in my voice.

"Yes, we might be late for work" Tobias replied.

"Seriously? Why are you so insensitive?" I asked with shock.

"I'm not insensitive," Tobias defended, "it's awful that there has been a crash, but I do have to get to work. I have really important meetings this morning."

"I can't believe you." I looked away from him.

"Tris. Don't be like this." He pleaded with me.

"I don't want to talk to you right now." I said quietly.

Tobias sighed heavily as he veered the car off to a side road, making his way to the school.

We were among the first cars in the staff car park when Tobias pulled into the car park labelled 'Principal'. He turned the car off, and before I could open the door, he'd reached over me and locked it. He brought his hand up to my face, taking my chin and forcing me to face him.

"Hey," he started, "I'm sorry for being a douche back there. I was only thinking about myself, being selfish."

I studied his sincere looking face for a while before replying.

"Yes, you were being selfish. What happens if you knew the people who were involved in that crash? What would happen if they were your family?"

He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite make out.

"What?" I asked him, confused.

"Nothing, nothing. It doesn't matter what I said. I'm really sorry for being a douche. Will you forgive me?" He asked, his big eyes pleading with me.

I pretended to think about it for a while before I smiled back at him.

"Yes, I suppose I can forgive you."

Tobias exhaled, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

"Thank you. I don't think I could handle you being mad at me." He admitted.

"Somehow, I don't think I could be mad at you for long." I told him.

He looked up at me and smiled, his hand reaching back up and caressing my face.

My breathing hitched and my face started to heat up, and I prayed that he didn't notice.

I cleared my throat rather abruptly, and Tobias lowered his hand from my face.

"Don't you have a meeting to get to?" I asked him.

"Yes, I do." Tobias' voice came out gruff.

We both awkwardly gathered our things for the day before we opened our doors.

"Wait." Tobias stopped me, hand on my arm.

"Let me get out first, to make sure that no one is around to see us." He explained quickly before getting out of the driver's side.

For some reason, his words stung. I knew we were supposed to keep this… thing… a secret, but I didn't realize he would go to this extent to be discreet.

I was shaken out of my musings by a sharp tap on the window. When I looked outside the car, I saw Tobias standing at my door, motioning for me to get out.

I discarded my feelings, opening the door and getting out of Tobias' car.

"You alright?" He asked me.

I nodded at him, and he nodded back at me before he turned on his heel and walked towards the front doors of the school, not even bothering to wait for me.

I sighed. This was going to be a long year.

Placing my bags on the desk in the staff room, I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to shake my bad mood.

"Late night?" a familiar voice asked from the door.

I moved my hands away from my face to see Christina walking towards me, bag in and a smirk on her face.

"No," I laughed, "just drama's with my luggage at the airport yesterday." I said nonchalantly.

"Sureeee…." She dragged it out, not believing me.

I ignored her, turning around in search of a coffee cup, needing a caffeine fix.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked her.

"Sure, I'm just going to go to the toilet first." She told me.

I reached out and got another mug from the small cupboard above the sink, placing it down next to mine.

The door to the staff room opened, and without turning around, I called out to Christina.

"Back so soon?"

When a deep laugh followed my question, I turned around in confusion.

I was met with a somewhat familiar face, but for the life of me, I couldn't place where I'd seen him before.

He looked back at me, seeming to be studying my face.

After he opened and closed his mouth a few times, he finally found the words.

"Have we met before?" He asked me.

"I think so, you look familiar." I said.

He looked away for a second, annoyingly clicking his fingers before he suddenly stopped.

He looked at me with a triumphant look on his face. "You were at Four's the other night…. Tris right?"

My eyes widened in realization about who was standing in front of me.

"Uhm, ah… er…" I stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse about why he saw me at Tobias' house the other night.

Zeke, I'm pretty certain his name was, looked at me with an amused smirk on his face.

"I may have been a bit tipsy that night," more than a bit tipsy, I thought, "but I remember you. And I also remember that I thought you were a stripper. Sorry about that, by the way." Zeke apologised.

I was still gaping like a fish when Tobias, unexpectedly, walked through the door, not even seeing Zeke standing off to the side.

"Hey Tris, I just wanted to apologise for this morning. I shouldn't have walked away like that. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight when we get home, okay?" He asked me, not noticing my flustered face.

Taking my silence in the wrong way, Tobias stepped closer to me, placing a familiar hand on my cheek.

"Hey, your temperature is thorough the roof. Are you okay?" he asked with concern on his face, both of his hands now settled on either side of my face.

Before I could reply, a very deliberate sounding cough flowed through the room. Tobias dropped his hands from my face, turning around faster than I'd ever seen anyone move, coming face-to-face with Zeke, who was standing there, smirk firmly planted on his face.

Tobias unknowingly took my hand in his, squeezing tightly.

"So… you two know each other?" Zeke asked with a smug tone of voice.

Tobias opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. I squeezed his hand in comfort, urging him to speak for the both of us.

"Uhmm…" Tobias started, suddenly being cut off by the opening of the door, revealing Christina, who was furiously typing away on her phone.

Christina looked up from her phone, finally taking notice of the tension in the room.

"What's going on here?" She asked, looking between Zeke and Tobias and I's entwined fingers.

Could this morning get any more complicated?

A/N: Once again, thank you all so much for the reviews/favourites/follows. I cannot believe the response this story is getting. Wow. It's very surreal.

And, just a small rant. FanFiction is a hobby. It is something I do in my spare time. It doesn't really benefit me in any way, but it does make me feel good to know that people are reading and actually liking what I am writing. But, this story comes second. It comes second to school. Second to work. Second to life. And I do have a life, which is why I do not have a regular updating schedule. So, please refrain from the harsh comments about my irregular and sparse updating.

Sorry.