Chapter 18
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TRIS'S POV:
"Where's he taking you?" Christina's squeals skipping around with euphoria.
I smile at Christina once and shrug my shoulders. My mind is not anything near where Tobias is going to take me on a date though. It's mainly centered upon the fact that Christina's father probably didn't take her seriously and we aren't safe until Marcus doesn't try an assault every few days. My head spins. A bit from hitting Tobias twice and from the impact that knocked me out- plus the after effects of being almost killed. I'm quite glad I'm still alive.
"Tris! Christina!" A voice yells behind us. Where are you two going?" Tobias asks.
"I was taking Tris to the Pit," she says. "You can come if you want."
"First why? And second I don't exactly have a choice, because I'm not just going to randomly come in on a paintball game Uriah and Zeke are hosting."
"To get her something to wear. And sure you can, although today is not a good day to be killed," Christina says.
Tobias and I exchange glances. He knows it's still dangerous and nothing is over. He gives me a rough crooked smile. I hold out my hand gesturing for him to take it, and we lace fingers.
"Later?" He whispers into my ear.
I nod my head convincingly. Yes.
"Later."
As we walk to the Pit, I see several people giving Tobias and me once-overs. Plausibly admiring Tobias and wondering how he likes me- considering he's holding my hand. Tobias kisses my cheek as if to say, "Stop thinking like that."
"Are you sure about girl shopping Four?" Christina's asks.
"Psh I'm not even sure," I mutter under my breath.
Tobias smiles at my comment and nods.
"You'll miss me anyways," he whispers.
"Will not!" I say indignantly.
"Then if I just leave..." He says walking away in a noticeable strut. He walks away a couple feet before I notice that I don't want him to leave.
"No! I mean that's not- not what I meant- it's-"
"Haha Tris. Told you so," he says bumping my shoulder and bestowing me a chaste kiss on the head. I wriggle away acting as if I don't want him to touch me.
"Where's Will? I can't stand seeing this without him around," Christina's whines to me.
"You didn't wake him up," I respond simply.
Christina gives me a 'no duh' look. I smile.
"Where are we going?" Tobias asks.
Christina gestures for us to walk past the Chasm to the shops in the Pit. I freeze looking at the Chasm my eyes wide in shock. I'm back here, at the Chasm. No, no, no. I don't want to be here. Tobias's hand touches my shoulder and I unfreeze. I'm fine. Perfectly fine, I can handle myself, and plus Tobias is here.
He squeezes my hand, which I didn't realize he took hold of while I was staring. We start walking again and Christina starts talking about how camp is ending in a few weeks.
"Whoa I forgot about camp ending," I say widening my eyes in initial shock.
No camp means school is on again. Camp doesn't end for a while though.
"Because," Christina says rolling her eyes. "You were too caught up with him." She juts a thumb in Tobias's general direction.
I feel the heat of an upcoming blush rise to my cheeks. Christina smiles as a Candor would after telling an unholy amount of truth.
"Aw Tris your blushing over Four, that's absolutely adorable!" Christina squeals.
I glance over at Tobias and his eyes say, "Not the only think you've been caught up with." Marcus, the name gives me a hint of bitter residue when I voice it, but when I think the name it only brings on images of a younger Tobias, being abused- it pains my mind to think of it. I tilt my head at him to say "mostly you though." He awards me with a lazy looking grin.
"See! You guys have those little secret eye conversations that are just…" she trails off to emit a wistful sigh.
I hear Tobias ruffling his jacket out and exhaling out a puff of cold Dauntless Compound air. Even without taking the slightest glimpse at Tobias, I can feel him inwardly rolling his eyes on Christina's offhand relationship comments.
"Tris come on let's see if we can acquire an appealing dress for this date of yours." I open my mouth to object, but she cuts me off not even realizing I was about to speak. "Not that you're not appealing or anything because honestly I think your beautiful Tris-"
"Christina come on! Let's just get to the goddy store," I say shaking my head at her talkativeness. I know it's wearing Tobias down; he never liked her talking in initiation either.
"Ok, ok," she exhales noisily.
TOBIAS'S POV:
My back aches excessively today from the old faded scars that my skin can still sense. A belt with warm frayed leather and an oily texture could do so much to a smooth back. My flames seem to prickle hotly as if to remind me why they are presently painted on my skin and what the elegiac meaning is.I resume buttoning down my black shirt slowly taking each button into some meaning.
One, breathe.
Two, you're secure.
Three, be Dauntless.
Four, me.
I smile.
Five, you coward.
I bite my lip ragging the skin causing me to wince lowly cursing. I sling the black and white tie around my neck so I don't forget to situate it around myself later.
Six, Tris.
I sigh visioning her face.
Seven, keep going.
Seven, you have everything under control.
Eight, he won't catch you anymore.
Nine think Divergent.
Ten, oh God, run. You're late!
I rush out of the room bidding Zeke goodbye before seizing my sneakers, belting my jeans, and securing the tie around my neck.
TRIS'S POV:
I fidget in my grey dress before wiping my sweaty hands on Tobias's jacket. I check my phone. 8:05. He's late. Maybe… he figured out he made a mistake. That he could have prettier. Tris, I scold myself. Tobias is better than that.
A loud, nervous knock sounds on the door knocking me back to reality. Christina left with Will already when I insisted she didn't have to stay, that Tobias would be here soon. That he was only on the other side of the room.
"Tris?" I hear Tobias's deep rumbling voice sound.
I lunge for the door grabbing Tobias's jacket. I'm rewarded to a fresh looking Tobias who stares at me as long as I stare at him. He wears faded blue jeans with a black button down and a semi crooked black and white tie. I reach up to straighten his tie and he chuckles touching the back of his rough hand to my cheek.
You thought he wouldn't come.
I was stupid to think so.
He takes in my dress before I push him out of his daze. My dress is simple really, a slate grey color that reaches down to my knees. A soft grey tulle layer that puffs out ever so slightly at the waist and adds some curve to my small body. My hair is in an elegant twist on the top of my head, a gold swirl. Tobias leans in tickling the soft cartilage at my ear with his hot breath.
"You look good Tris."
My cheeks redden; I can feel the heat like every time I can feel myself shocked with sudden electricity every time my skin contacts his.
"Don't blush like it's not true. Although you are cute when you blush, looking-"
"Tobias you're starting sound like Christina, the Candor-ness," I say poking his ribs and leaning up to mess his hair up.
"Mm I don't think so Stiff," he says bestowing me with that lazy smile.
"Oh Stiff you," I say.
"Come on let's go," he says dragging me from the room without even a chance to turn off the flickering light.
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"Where is this?" I ask breathless from the sharp cold night air.
"You don't remember?" Tobias asks an edge of laughter in his voice. "I thought those steps were a dead giveaway."
"Well," I say in an undermining tone. "I am blindfolded."
"I suppose you are," he says.
His lips touch mine briefly, before I have time to comprehend where I am and what is happening. A shock spurts through my stomach warming my entire being. Then he pulls back and the warmth simmers down to a dull ache. Fingers swipe at the blindfold behind my eyes and my eyesight bursts with vision, blurred and disfigured for an instant and then clear as the sky was on the first day I zip-lined and met Tobias- or Four then.
"The zip-lining building?" I ask my eyebrows creased.
"I met you here," he says. "Well let's say I met you again here."
I laugh and reach up to kiss his cheek. The second time I met him.
"Yes, my highest instructor, I met you in a training room the first time," I say breathing in the sharp distinct air.
His fingertips dance over the back of my hand causing sparks to ignite in flickers of heat.
"You were such a Stiff," he say cocking his head his eyes mischievous.
His index fingers slide back behind my ears anchoring my face. Just before he leans in, he repeats his words, "Such a Stiff."
A/N: Happy Six Four day! Only two of them every year! I'm sorry if this chappie wasn't the exactly best in the world… I'm trying to lightly build up the Fourtris. Shout out to the amazing band Imagine Dragons who helped me write this chapter. Thank for follows, favs, reviews, etc…! Please Read & Review! Ideas and such are very welcome!
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