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Tobias.

"Please?"

"No."

"Tobias..."

"Tris, I lo- like you a lot, but I do not want to go to one of your mother's fashion shows."

Tris' massive grey eyes stare into my own dark blue ones. I feel my argument dissipate as she looks at me with her perfect lips pouted, her eyebrows scrunched up in the middle and her nose crinkled.

"Please? I don't want to go either but mum wants me to meet," Tris pulls a face, "Nita."

I grin, "You haven't even met her and you already don't like her?"

She shakes her head quickly, "She sounds like a bitch. And I've seen a photo of her."

"Let me guess, she looks like a bitch?"

"Yup."

Laughing, I grip the back of her neck gently and pull her towards me. Our lips brush and I try and push them firmly together, but Tris pulls back. I scowl.

"Say you'll come with me and I'll give you as many kisses as you want." She smirks while I continue to frown at her.

"That's not even fair."

"Life's not fair, get used to it." Tris bites her lip and cocks her head to the side. Goddammit, I think, she's not making it easy to say no.

"Fine."

"Fine? As in fine you'll come?"

I close my eyes and exhale deeply. "Yep."

Tris smiles a beautiful smile, and presses her lips against mine. I pull her onto my lap and deepen the kiss, running my hands through her hair. She is going to be the death of me.

...

Tris.

Tobias and I walk into the building where the fashion show is held, not sure what to expect. His hand slides around my slim waist and his long fingers rest against the silken fabric of my dress. It is plain black, and fits tight to my body to just above my knees. The neck of it is cut into a 'V'. Tobias of course looks tremendously amazing in a black button up shirt and dark jeans. He looks good in anything.

We find ourselves in a large room, illuminated by massive lights. There is a stage running down the middle, with chairs lined on either side. It is all very posh.

I spot my mother in a seat near the front, chatting rapidly to a lady behind her. She is wearing a bright red maxi-dress with silver heals. I grin and pull Tobias over.

"Hey mum."

She looks over with surprise, and in seeing that it's me, she smiles. "Oh Tris, thank you so much for coming! And you brought Four, how lovely. You look beautiful by the way."

"So do you," I reply.

"I always thought you looked amazing in grey, though. Carol, don't you think my daughter Beatrice would look better in grey?" She motions to the lady she was just talking to. Carol nods vigorously and begins chatting to my mother again. I roll my eyes at Tobias and pull a face, and he laughs. We sit next to mum and hold hands.

The show starts with the lights dimmed and music blaring out. The beat of it thuds through my chest and I immediately want to get out of here.

The first girl struts out in a very tight, very revealing pink and black dress. Her chest is pushed up and I look at Tobias in disgust. He chuckles softly.

As more and more girls come out, I start to lose interest. Tobias is next to me, silent. I think he is asleep. I jerk to attention when my mother nudges me and whispers loudly, "That's Nita!"

My nose crinkles as I observe the girl walking down the catwalk. She looks like she did in the photo my mother showed me of her and the word 'bitch' flashes across my mind. Her cleavage is literally all I can see, as she is obviously wearing a push-up bra underneath her outfit that would not look out of place in a strip club. I groan internally. Do I really have to meet her?

The show ends in a flurry of colorful lights and heaps of models streaming out onto the catwalk one last time. I clap, along with everyone else, but unlike everyone else, I hated it. Tobias claps slowly next to me, and we stand as the audience starts to bid my mother a 'well done with the show' or 'the outfits were amazing!'

"I thought you were asleep." I say to him, grinning.

"Too loud to sleep." He mumbles, ducking his head.

I stand on my tippy-toes and wrap my arms around his neck. He holds my waist tight and buries his head in the crook of my neck, whispering, "I wish we were alone."

I grab his chin gently and press our lips together, "I almost always wish that." I say.

Our loving gesture is interrupted by my mother's shrill voice, "Tris, this is Nita."

I pull away from Tobias and face the two women obsessed with fashion. A tall, beautiful brunette is standing proudly next to my mum, thrusting her cleavage towards my boyfriend. I scowl. Nita.

"Well, start to get to know each other!" Mum says brightly, and walks away. The crease in my forehead deepens.

Nita eyes me up and down in distaste and I raise my eyebrows at her. "Something wrong?" I say.

Her mascara covered eyes snap up to my face, "No, nothing. Aren't you going to introduce yourselves?"

I breathe out slowly and feel Tobias' hand slide around my waist. Comforting, reassuring.

"Well," Annoyance bites the edges of my words, "I'm Tris, and this is my boyfriend Four."

Nita raises one, perfectly waxed, eyebrow. "Boyfriend? You, and him?"

I nod, clenching my hand into a fist. Tobias, with difficulty, prises my fingers open and slips his hand into mine. I squeeze hard to let him know of my anger, and he makes a noise in his throat like he is in pain. I relax a little.

"Yes, me and Four." I say with a tight lipped smile. I am ready for a repeat like the 'Lauren' incident, and insults are running through my mind. However all she says is-

"Cute."

As she strides away, her hips swishing, I growl. She's up to something.

xxx

"I swear you were about to hit her." Tobias tells me later that evening, laughing. We are in my room on the bed, chatting. I love this about our relationship, it's not all kissing and flirting, a lot of it is just talking. Natural, flowing conversations that we're having now.

"I was," I grin, "Did you see the way she looked at you?"

"Nah I was only looking at you." He tells me.

"You always know what to say."

"It's what boyfriends are for." As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, I kiss him. His tongue enters my mouth and I respond with as much passion as he is putting in. Our mouths move in sync and or bodies are aligned. I run my fingers through his hair as his sneak under my shirt, his soft fingers skimming the skin on my back. Somehow, I end up on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist. How did this happen?

I giggle into the kiss, and soon I cannot continue. I drop my head onto Tobias' chest, shaking with silent laughter.

"Tris?" He questions, chuckling.

I start laughing really loud, my joy echoing around the room. My laugh continues, even as I flop down next to my amazing boyfriend and cover my face with my hands. A snort escapes me and I bark out an even harder laugh. At this point I don't even know what I'm laughing at. That thought makes me sit up and hunch over, clutching my aching abdomen. I turn to look at Tobias and he is watching me with a crooked grin and a bewildered expression on his handsome face. I throw my head back and laugh even louder, but my balance is off, and so I go tumbling over the side of the bed. Unsurprisingly, the floor is not nice to me.

Tobias' head pokes over the side and he looks down at me. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry." I tell him. I settle for laughing, and soon I am in tears from giggling so much. Tobias just shakes his head and grins.

xxx

School on Monday starts slowly, with art. I hug Christina and bid Uriah and Zeke and Will a good morning. Tobias and I share a worried look as Tori tells us our project is due next week. We haven't done any. Shit.

Our project is about the 5 most important characteristics of a human. We've already decided on selflessness, bravery, knowledge, kindness and honestly.

"I reckon draw an eye representing knowledge." Tobias says. I look at him questioningly. "What? When people know things, you can, like... see it in their eye."

I grin, "Aw Toby so inspirational."

"Shut up."

"It's cute." I pinch his cheek.

"Never call me cute again." His death glare which normally scares everyone away, makes me grin.

"Okay cutie, now kindness?"

Tobias' posture sags and he mumbles, "Draw a tree."

"Selflessness?"

"A hand holding a hand."

"Honesty?"

"Scales."

"Bravery?"

Tobias looks at me, grinning. He points at my chest and I raise my eyebrows. "You want me to draw a boob for bravery?"

He barks out a laugh which reverberates around the classroom. "No you dingbat, your tattoo."

I chuckle and draw flames reaching high, frozen in time. Tobias smiles at me and says, "You're crazily talented."

Shrugging, I add more details to the flames, losing myself in my art. I only look up when the bell rings, its ear-piercingly loud chime echoing around the room as if it is screaming 'next class, next class.' I pack up my things, grab Tobias' hand and head to music with Christina chatting next to me.

"I personally think," She babbles, "That Nita sounds fine."

I roll my eyes. "That's because you weren't there!"

"Yes, but honey, did she make any move towards Four?" I feel Tobias lean towards our conversation at the sound of his name.

"Apart from shoving her cleavage in his dire-"

"Did she?" Christina cuts me off.

This time, Tobias answers for me.

"No," He says. I glare at him, and he continues, "Tris, I like you. You're my girlfriend. Not her."

I sigh and stay silent until we arrive in the music room. Tori begins speaking.

"Okay, everyone. First of all, hello. Second, I will be assigning your assessment for this term. In pairs, you will be composing your own song using one instrument. Performances will be in two weeks. Get to work."

And with that said she plonks herself down on her desk and takes out her phone. There is a scurry of desperate grabs for the most popular instruments, but I go for the violin. The small wooden structure fits perfectly in my hands and I quickly tune it.

I don't know why I chose violin, out of all the instruments. It just seemed to understand me. It was small but powerful, and elegant, making the most beautiful sounds.

"Tris, do you want to work together?" I hear a voice from behind me ask. I turn to face Christina who is holding a cello.

"Sure." I say, smiling, "Do you play?" I ask gesturing to the bass instrument.

"Nah, it just looks nice."

"I agree." We grin at each other and find a quiet corner of the room, where I teach Chris the basics on a stringed instrument. The cello and the violin sound just... perfect. Our song is slow, but moving and I think we'll get a good grade.

70 minutes fly past, and before we know it, it's lunch. I grin at Marlene and Shauna and we sit down with trays of chocolate cake and grumbling stomachs. The boys start chatting rapidly about sports.

"Do you girls have a dress for the Winter Formal?" Christina asks out of the blue.

"The what now?" I blurt out, confusion etched into my face.

By now, the boy's conversations have subsided and they're swapping worried glances.

"It's just a dance at the end of Winter." Marlene explains. Behind her, I see Uriah mouthing something to Tobias which looks an awful like 'have you asked her yet?'

I grin as Tobias shakes his head quickly.

"Well," I nudge my red-faced boyfriend, "I don't have a date yet, so I don't know if I'll be going..."

All the girls turn to look accusingly at their boyfriends as well. Laughing, I stand up and kiss Tobias on the cheek.

"I have to use the bathroom." I sing in his ear and he nods, twisting around to peck my lips.

"See you soon."

The hallway is quiet as I head to the ladies room. The absence of noise sets an eerie silence over the thin walkway lined with lockers. I frown and speed up my pace. I don't like this.

A flicker of movement catches my eye, but as soon as I whirl around, the figure is gone. A sinking feeling erupts within me, and I run, but I don't get far before two strong arms wrap around me, muffling my screams and holding me in place.

I cannot move. I cannot think.

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