AN: Okay not much of an author's note here, just thank you for the reviews! They motivate me to write faster haha. Some personal stuff I'll talk about at the end of the chapter but other than that enjoy!

Tobias' POV

It's been one week and I still haven't heard from Tris. I have no idea what happen to her the last time I saw her, but she seemed pretty distressed.

There have been no calls. No texts. I even went to her ballet studio to see if I could catch her after class or rehearsal but she never came out. I'm trying to accept the fact that I'll probably never see her again and I'll probably never know why.

It's Wednesday and I'm trying focus on this training session. I'm trying to force all thoughts of Tris and the incident out of my mind, but somehow she has invaded my brain. All I can think about is her and how she left without any warning.

Suddenly, I hear Zeke shout from the front, "Hey! Christina! Tris! How are you lovely ladies doing today?"

My head snaps up. Tris?

I tell my client to take a break and race to the front of the gym. And there she is.

She looks nervous and uncomfortable and when her eyes land on me her expression contorts into something between fear and embarrassment.

She quickly looks away but I try to catch her eye again.

"Hey, man. What's up?" Zeke says to me but I can barely hear him because all I'm thinking about is how Tris is standing right in front of me.

"What's up with them?" Zeke says to Christina.

"They go out, but they got in a fight."

"That's not true, Christina," Tris hisses. I'm guessing this is the Christina Tris was yelling at on the phone the other day. She has a habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"Ah, some tension here I see." Zeke strolls over to Tris and puts his arm around her. Something ignites inside me –jealously, probably. "Well, Trissy, I know he isn't much to look at and you could probably do a lot better, but, hey, you could do a lot worse."

I finally find my voice. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here." It sounds harsh, when it wasn't meant to be.

Awkward silence falls over the group. Finally, Christina breaks it by saying, "I'm going to go work out now… You coming, Tris?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," She says with really looking at Christina. Zeke takes this as a hint he also needs to go, leaving Tris and I alone.

"I'm sorry I flipped out like that. It must have been really weird for you." She still won't make eye contact with me.

"Not really, I was just concerned. I mean seriously, what happened?"

The look on her face tells me she doesn't want to tell me. "The short version is I had a bad dream," she admits, looking embarrassed.

I still want to know more, so I pry. "And the long version?"

Tris takes a step closer to me. "Listen, there is some stuff about my past I'm just not ready to tell you. Stuff I've never told anyone. Are you okay with that?"

I nod my head. And I am. There is certainly things I'm not ready for her to know and on some level I'm glad we're keeping secrets for now. Whatever she has to hide, can't be as bad as me.

When I was younger, my father would be me. And not just smacks across the face. That I could have taken. No, he beat my face brutally, kicked me across the room, and shoved me in my closet. People at school started noticing that I always was bruised and began deducing my "clumsiness" might not be clumsiness at all. So, he pulled me out of school, got me a tutor, and paid the tutor extra not to tell anyone what he did. My mom was no help; she left when I was ten. She's tried to reconnect with me in the past few years, but that doesn't make anything better.

Anything that's happened to Tris, can't be worse than what's happened to me.

She takes another step closer, so that we are pressed up against each other, and wraps her arms around me. "Thank you," she whispers softly.

I'm not one for public displays of affection, but Tris just looks so small and innocent in my arms, I can't help it. I tilt her head up towards me and place a soft kiss on her lips. She pulls away after a second, but I can see she is smiling and blushing, so I know she liked it.

"So, Trissy?" I tease.

She laughs. "Well, back home in Connecticut, I was best friends with him and his little brother, Uriah. And they would call me Trissy to annoy me but after a while it stuck. Zeke moved here for college but dropped out. You probably know all that though. You know, part of the reason I came to dance in Chicago was because I knew Zeke lived here and he'd help me out if I needed it. But, just because I let them call me Trissy doesn't mean you can!"

"Okay, Trissy," I tease again.

"Shut up, Toby." She playfully pushes me.

"Okay, okay. No nicknames," I give in.

"Tris! Come on!" Christina comes over and starts pull Tris away, toward the machines.

"I'll talk to you later!" Tris calls to me as she is dragged away.

I smile to myself a little and return back to my client.

Two weeks later…

Tris and I are on the couch in front of the TV in her apartment. Like usual, we're not really paying attention to what's happening on the screen, only each other. Conversation flows easily with her, and I feel like I can tell her things I've never even wanted to tell anyone. Maybe soon, I can tell her about my parents.

Tris gets up to go to the bathroom and my eyes rake over her as she walks away. There's no denying it; Tris is beautiful, even if she doesn't think so. She's sexy too, and the fact that she doesn't know it makes her even more irresistible. My mind starts to wander and wonder what it would feel like to be on top of her. Or inside of her…

Tris reenters the room. "Hey, what are you thinking about? You look so serious." She's sits back down on the couch next to me.

My face flushes and I stutter, "N-nothing. I was just thinking about you."

"Oh really?" She raises her eyebrows. "What about me?"

I scrambled to find and answer that doesn't sound totally creepy but Tris just smirks and presses her lips to mind. It takes a moment for my mind to register what's happening but soon I kiss her back with passion. I feel her hands come up to my head and her fingers weaving into my hair.

I'm about to pull her on to my lap when I hear a voice go, "UGH. Guys! Seriously?"

Christina.

Tris pulls away quickly and shouts, "Christina get out of here!"

"No! It's my apartment too and I should be able to leave my room to get some juice without having to witness what I just witnessed."

Tris stands from the couch and walks over to her. "Well, then get your juice and leave."

"I don't think so. I need a change of scenery. Plus, you guys are watching my favorite show! Friends! I can't miss that," She says and plops herself down next to me on the couch.

Tris glares at her. Christina seems unfazed. A wicked grin appears on her face as she says, "You really should have thought about this before you started doing all that boyfriend/girlfriend stuff out here. You should keep it to the bedroom, in the future."

Did she just say boyfriend? I guess that is what I am, I just hadn't thought about it yet. The thought makes me smile. I'm Tris' boyfriend. She's my girlfriend.

Tris stomps over to me, pulls me off the couch, and drags me down the hall, into her room.

I laugh. "You're cute when you're angry."

She wheels around and points a finger in my face. "I am not cute. Cute is a word you use to describe a puppy or a five year old girl. I am a twenty year old woman and I am not cute."

I sit down on her bed and look around her room. I've been in here before, but never for more than a minute. I've never really looked around. It's quite simple in here—she only has a bed, a dresser, and a small TV that rests on top of it. There are some clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor but it's not too messy.

I watch Tris as she grumbles to herself. I hear her say something like "I need a new roommate" and I chuckle to myself.

I interrupt her by saying, "So, I'm your boyfriend, huh?"

She looks at me wide-eyed, "Yeah, well, I mean, aren't you? Only if you want to be. I hadn't really thought about it but—"

I walk over to her and silence her with a kiss.

When we part I touch my forehead to hers and ask, "Tris, will you be my girlfriend?"

She replies with a little nod of her head and our lips meet again. Her hands wind up into my hair again and I wrap my arms around her waist. Suddenly, she pushes me back on the bed and straddles me with her legs. Her tongue swipes across my bottom lip and I open my mouth so I can taste her, all of her. My hands move up underneath Tris' shirt and suddenly she stiffens and pulls away.

I push the hair out of her face gently. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She doesn't look at me. "I just think we should stop before… we do something we might regret."

When I don't respond she continues. "It's just, I've never done it, and you're great, but I don't know you that well. And I don't want you thinking I give it away to anybody. I know it seems like I was pushing it in that…place, before, but I got carried away. I just—"

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down." I try to soothe her. "I didn't think it was going to that place, or anything. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Tris pecks my lips lightly. "Thank you," she whispers.

AN: Okay guys! I know it's been fluffy up to this point but soon things are going to take a turn for the worst so be prepared! This chapter was actually done like 5 days ago but I had to add on to it because it was too short so your welcome! Also, school is starting on Monday for me so it might take me a few weeks to update again. I'm going try my hardest! REVIEW please!