A/N:
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Disclaimer: You know the drill. I do not own Divergent, any of the characters, or the queen of England (read chapter for explanation.)
The next morning, I wake up at six a.m., which is almost an hour before I usually wake up. I don't know why, but I feel extremely giddy and excited this morning. Probably because I finally have a boyfriend, and probably because that boyfriend was my childhood best friend.
Yep, that's definitely the reason why.
I drag my body out of my bed and take a quick shower. For some reason, I think that now I need to impress Four - Tobias - whatever his name is. I honestly don't understand why…I think that I'm turning into a Christina-type girl.
I also guess that now I just don't want to embarrass him.
I reluctantly get out of the shower and get changed. I slip on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and put on a black ruffled tank top.
Man, I look like a…girl.
I decide to turn the girliness down a notch by throwing my blue-ish hair up in its normal high ponytail and slipping on my favorite pair of worn-down combat boots. There we go, I think to myself. I go back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply my normal amount of eyeliner and makeup. By the time I am done, It's about six forty-five.
God, I'm taking forever to get ready, too. Like a girl.
I grab my bag out from its normal corner and head downstairs, meeting my mom - on the phone - and my brother sitting at the kitchen counter. My dad most likely already left for work.
I barely see him anymore.
"What are you so dressed up for?" he asks. I roll my eyes. That's all I seem to do when he talks to me.
"Why do you care?" I say back to him, not even trying to hide my annoyance.
"It's just not…like you."
"Yeah, because you know so much about me, don't you?" I end the conversation there. I grab an apple and start to walk out the front door.
"Where are you going?" I hear Caleb ask me.
"Oh, I don't know, Caleb. Maybe…school? I thought you were supposed to be smart." With that said, I walk out before slamming the door, and I start biting into my apple. I half walk half jog to my car and shove the key in the ignition. I turn on the radio, and instantly some pop boy band sounds through the car.
"Ah! My ears!" I scream to myself, accidentally throwing my apple somewhere in the backseat. I quickly fumble for the 'Power' button and turn it off.
Now that's the way to wake a person up.
I drive to school in complete silence. It's kind of nice.
When I pull up in the parking lot, I see Four - Tobias - leaning up against his car, looking at his phone. I notice something else, as well.
He's wearing his glasses.
Okay, okay. I know why I'm here early, but why the hell is he here and wearing his shamazing glasses?
I park a few space down from him and get out of my car. I start my way towards him.
"Hey, Four - I mean, Tobias," I say - slipping up on his freaking name - when I know he can hear me. He looks up and smiles.
"Hey. I just sent you a text message asking you to come early. Seems as if you already planned that." He smirks. As if on cue, my phone buzzes annoyingly.
I have got to change that setting.
I dig in my pocket in search for it, and when I pull it out, I see the screen that says his name on it. I know it is the text he just apparently sent me.
"Why are you wearing your glasses? I thought you didn't like them. I mean, I like them, but…" I trail off, not sure how to end the sentence. I shove my phone back into my back pocket.
"Oh, I thought I would try them out. But now that I know you like them, I'll be sure to wear them more often," he says, adjusting his glasses. I haven't seen him do that in forever. It makes him look smarter, more noticeable, more handsome…
"So why'd you want me to come early?" I ask him, trying to shake myself out of my daze. There surely had to be some sort of reason. He smiles this time, instead of smirking. He gently places his hand on my hips and touches his forehead to mine, the glasses' brim pushing against my eyebrows.
Kind of like what we did yesterday.
Yesterday…
I like it, I think.
"So I can do this with you without your - or ever my- friends criticizing us," he replies. With that said, he leans in and tenderly places his lips against mine, moving them slowly. I place my hands lightly on his shoulders, and I find myself melting into his touch - something I never did when we were just friends, when we were just kids. He pulls away, and I instantly miss the feeling of his face so close to mine; him breathing the same air as me.
"Hey, how about we don't try to hide us, and see which one of our friends finds out first," I suggest, definitely wanting to do that more often and not in secret. He smiles and takes his hand in mine.
"Have I ever told you how much I like your hair like that? With the blue?" he asks out of nowhere.
"No, I don't believe you have," I say, laughing. He laughs as well.
"Shall we?" he asks, starting to lead me towards the school's front doors. I laugh again.
"We shall."
We walk into the school together holding hands. I earn some malicious looking glares from the girls - mostly slut cheerleaders, and I can see Four - I mean Tobias, damn it - earning himself some glares himself from the guys. Either because he's dating me, or he's wearing the glasses that no one has seen on him since his freshman year. I was in eighth grade.
I laugh to myself. The two badass-iest - and wanted - people in school dating.
The ideal way to start some drama!
Shit…
Thank the Lord that Tobias's - nailed it - locker is close to mine, so now we don't have to leave each others' sides. I'm not sure - or want to know - what would happen if we do.
I see Tobias lean close to my ear.
"I see as if we have some jealous people staring us down," he says. I look up at him with a look that says, 'Are-You-Seriously-Just-Noticing-That?'. He shrugs his shoulders as if he honestly just did.
What is on that boy's mind?
We approach our lockers, which are actually closer than I remembered from yesterday.
"Now, to set the high school mood, we need to do this," Tobias says, smirking.
Oh, damn, what is he thinking now?
He gently pushes me against Christina's locker - which is right next to mine, bad choice - and wraps his arms around my waist.
"Seriously, Tobias, in public?" I whisper with a smirk - so no one hears his real name. He grins and tilts his head to the right a bit.
I tilt my head forward and press my lips to his - something we haven't done in a mere two minutes. I can feel him smile against the kiss while feeling glares burn through the side of my head. I end up smiling myself.
I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. I feel the rim of his glasses gently with my fingers; smooth and glossy.
We are rudely interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
Oh, shit…it's Christina. Probably.
Tobias pulls away and smiles at me. Damn, is his smile just adorable.
What the hell am I saying? Or at least thinking…
"Listen, if you two are going to make out, please do it on someone else's locker. Like Tris's maybe…never mind. Don't do it on Tris's locker. She'll beat the crap outta you," I hear Christina say. She doesn't know that it's us.
Thank God.
Tobias grabs my hand, and we turn around to face Christina's wrath.
When she lifts her head from studying her shoes, she breathes in a sharp, quick breath.
"Tris?!" She doesn't recognize Tobias, or to her, Four. "Who's that?" she asks, now turning her attention to Tobias and pointing her index finger at him. I whisper to him to take off his glasses.
He takes them off.
Another quick gasp.
"Four?!"
I nod my head and so does Tobias. I'm not shying away or blushing. I'm surprised.
I must really like him.
"Why were you two -? Why was he -? When did you -?" Christina stutters out. I spot Marlene walking down the hall with Lynn, Uriah, and Will at her side. They seem to be having a deep conversation. I wonder what about. But this isn't the current problem at hand.
Why don't you just invite the whole world to walk with you, Marlene? Maybe you could have a deep conversation with the queen of England!
As they approach us, I can feel Tobias give my hand a reassuring squeeze. I look up at him and smile for the extra boost of confidence.
"Whoa, why are you two holding - wha-?" I hear Uriah sputter out. I face palm my forehead.
"Yes! Four and I are dating! Anyone who has a problem with that can just leave this freaking hallway!" I yell. I realize the entire hallway heard us, and most of them start walking away.
Okay, that's just cold.
Look who's talking, I tell myself.
I realize that first bell is almost going to ring - in about five minutes, actually, and we should start getting to class. I start dragging Tobias with me, not in the mood for further questioning from my friends.
I then realize that Tobias and I never got our books from our lockers, and I outwardly groan. This earns a confused look from Tobias and half my friends.
I drag him back to my locker and start getting my books bundled up in my arms. Science, Math, History, and Chemistry. He does the same, and eventually so does everyone else.
"You're spilling details later," Christina tells me. Everyone else nods in agreement.
Dammit.
I groan again and start dragging Tobias with me towards Science.
At least I won't have to repeat the story more than one. Well, I guess we'll have to explain to Tobias's friends, but we'll deal with that when that problem approaches us.
We get to Science just before the bell rings - thank God, and now I'm not so angry that I have to sit next to Tobias. He sits down and grabs my hand under the table.
A girl could get used to this.
A/N:
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