AN: Hi guys! Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I was having major writer's block and also I was pretty busy. Some background knowledge for this for this story: professional ballerinas usually have a ballet technique class and then 4-6 hour rehearsals 5-6 days a week and then maybe a performance afterwards. In this story Tris will have 5 days of dance, a 2 hour class, and only 5 hours of rehearsal with an hour break before rehearsal. I'm trying to keep things short so that she has time with Tobias but it will still be realistic. Okay, enjoy!

Tris' POV

All morning a ball of nerves rests in my stomach. I don't think I'd be able to take the rejection if Tobias didn't call. What if he thought I was a bad kisser? It wouldn't be the first time a guy thought that. My kissing experiences weren't great.

My first kiss was with my best friend in 10th grade, Uriah. He asked me out on a date and I said okay. At the end of the night he kissed and it was like all first kisses: awkward. We kissed a couple times after that and it was alright. Then, one night we were hanging out in his basement and he tried to make out with me. The moment our tongues touched we busted out laughing and decided it was better that we stay friends.

The only other guy I kissed was Peter. I went out with him a few times before I figured out he was an asshole. He broke up with me because I was "the worst kisser ever" and he "could totally get a hotter piece of ass".

Dick.

Christina interrupts my thoughts. "So are you going to tell me where you went last and why you looked so happy this morning? Did you get laid?" she says as she ties up her pointe shoes in the dressing room of the studio.

"Christina!" I gasp. "No!"

She gives me a scandalous smirk and continues to prepare for class. "What did happen, then?"

"I… ahh… went on a date."

"Oh my god, Tris! That is so great! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know if it would work out. I didn't want to get you worked up over nothing."

"Well obviously it did go well! You were practically glowing this morning!"

"Shut up, no I wasn't!" I say indignantly. I try not to get too worked up. The last thing I need is for the other girls to start listening in on this conversation.

Christina and I start to make our way into the dance studio, where we have ballet class. We sit on the floor and stretch as we wait for the teacher.

"So give me the details! I want to know everything." Christina looks practically giddy. She loves this kind of girl stuff. I'm not one to gush about boys, or clothes, or make up, but I can't deny I want to tell her everything that happened last night.

So I do.

I tell her about the night of the performance, and the burger joint, and the slutty waitress, and the walk home, and the kiss.

"Tris, that sounds so cute! He's totally in to you," Christina says with so much enthusiasm I can feel it radiating on to me.

"You think? He said he'd call but he hasn't yet…"

"Oh my god, Tris, its 9 am on a Tuesday. He's definitely at work or something. Plus, it's the day after the date. He's not gunna call right away. He doesn't want to look desperate. He'll wait until tomorrow after work."

"But I want him to call me today. He wants to call, I want him to call; why go through all that?"

Before Christina can answer our instructor, Lauren, enters the room. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, line up at the barre."

The whole class quickly moves to the barre as Lauren turns the music on. I stand next to Christina and two my other friends in class, Lynn and Marlene. We go through our normal warm up routine. A couple times I catch Molly and Peter glaring at me. Christina notices too and halfway through warm ups she leans over and whispers, "What's up their asses today?"

I just shrug my shoulders and continue with the routine. Maybe if I ignore them, they'll leave me alone. I look over my shoulder to see Peter and Molly still glaring at me. Or not.

When the song ends, we all turn to face Lauren. "Okay, so on Sunday I came and saw your performance. Generally, it was good. But, your turns were atrocious. So, that's what we're going to work on today."

Marlene speaks up. "What was wrong with our turns?"

"Well most of you barely gave yourself time to prep for the turn. And then Lynn, Peter all of your pirouettes traveled. You're supposed to stay in one place. Here, Tris, will you demonstrate the proper execution of a pirouette and a fouetté en tournant?"

I nod my head and awkwardly make my way to the center of the room. I start with both feet turned out, my left far behind my right. I bend my legs and then push off on to pointe in to my spin. I complete the turn and land in fourth position. I hear everyone behind me clap.

I then start in fifth position for my fouetté turn. I extend my right leg and pilé with my left. I whip my around my body as I go up on pointe. This propels me into a pirouette and I bring my leg into an attitude. I repeat this sequence several before I settle into fourth position again. Again everyone claps. I run back to my place next to Christina.

Over the next two hours I watch all twenty people in my class struggle to get their turns up to Lauren's standards. I should be focused and practicing but all I can think about is my phone and how I could be ringing right this second. At the end of class I go to the dressing room and check my phone. Nothing.

My face contorts into a frown and Christina looks over my shoulder to see what I'm upset about. "Tris, stop worrying! He's going to call."

I'm being too sensitive, I know, but I don't have much dating experience. I have a right to be anxious.

"I know, it's just—"

"It's just nothing, Tris. Come on get changed. You, me, Mar, and Lynn are going to lunch."

After lunch there is still no call. Christina tells me not worry, so I decide not to. I try focus on dance and rehearsal. The last performance before our summer break is this weekend, and I want to get the dance perfect.

Still, no matter how I hard I try to focus on ballet I can't. I go through the motions without thinking. It's not that I'm not thinking about dance, it's that I'm not thinking about anything. If I think about anything I'll end up back at Tobias and that will make me unnecessarily upset. Why am I so worried anyway? It hasn't even been 24 hours. I don't even know the guy that well either. Why am I so attached already?

I know the answer to that question is in my deep rooted insecurities from my childhood. I was never pretty and I never really fit in, so I was constantly ridiculed in school. As I entered high school, I saw the other girls had breasts and curves, while I remained childish and flat. I only had a few close friends. The boys never asked me to the movies, or to the dances. I didn't care all that much, but it still kind of stung. After high school, I did acquire some curves, but I was still nothing to look at.

I just don't want Tobias to overlook me like all the other boys did.

I want him to want me.

I want to be noticed.

AN: Okay so originally this chapter was going to be much longer but it was taking me a really long time to write it so I'm going to separate it in to two chapters. Please review if you liked it! I really enjoy reading your feedback! Also I have a tumblr if anyone want to follow me. I post Divergent, THG, Doctor Who, and just funny stuff. Idk it could be fun.

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