Chapter 5:
As Zeke drags Uriah to the infirmary – Tobias did a really good job of proving his point – Tobias comes to me.
"What the hell was that?" he demands.
"Uriah was flirting with me through his drunken state," I spit.
"Well? You didn't push him away when he was grabbing you!"
"Doesn't mean I liked it…"
"Fine, I don't want to argue." He concedes.
"Me neither." I say. "Sorry he was like that to you, Tobias."
"It's not your fault."
"Okay," I agree.
Tobias and I go back inside, and are greeted with open mouths and wide eyes.
"What?" I am so annoyed.
"Did Tobias just beat Uriah?" Will says.
"Yeah," Tobias answers.
I tell everyone to make space so I can clean the mess Uriah made. As I pick up the glass someone turns on some music; it's not like Dauntless music, it seems peaceful.
I finish cleaning and join Tobias back in the kitchen so we can ice the cake. I'm not much for decorating, but we do add some toppings like fruit and sprinkles.
"That looks delicious," says Tobias.
"Oh yeah?" he nods. "Can you try it for me?" At that I take some icing in my hand and smear it on his lips. I run out the kitchen and he follows right after me. He reaches me, scoops me in his arms and gives me a big kiss.
Everyone was staring – probably confused – and then start to laugh. I lick the rest of the icing of my lips and take some from Tobias.
"Hey, that was mine!" he yells.
"Mine now," I reply.
He pouts, but then grabs me and kisses me again.
"Jeez, you guys just don't stop," exclaims Zeke, just coming back from the infirmary.
Tobias breaks away. "It's Christmas!" he exclaims.
Everyone in the room hoots and pounds their fists on the walls and tables. I leave Tobias to talk to Zeke while I get the cake.
Tobias' POV:
"Alright," I say to the group huddled in front of me. "Tris will be in there for a while getting the cake ready, so now we can get her present. Zeke, where is Uriah?"
"He's in our room, setting everything up," Zeke answers.
"Perfect," I say. "Now, everyone go to Zeke's apartment; I'll bring Tris when she's ready."
At that everyone quietly exits, and I go into the kitchen, just as Tris is coming out.
"Woah, Tris; let me help you."
"Okay," she says.
Instead of taking the cake out of the kitchen, I place it on the counter and throw Tris over my shoulder.