Tobias POV
"I said the front door." She whispers when she opens her window.
"Yeah I know but it's late and I didn't want to wake your parents with the door bell." I then start to climb the gutter like I used to before. Surprisingly I haven't forgotten even though it's been a while.
"So what was it you wanted me here for" I say as I cross her room. It's still the same, her parents most of known she'll be coming back. Would have been nice of them to at least tell me.
"Just wanted to give this back to you." I see her putting my old hoodie and some DVD's in a bag.
"You know I don't want those things." Then I see the jewellery.
"Now why would I want that. I gave those to you, their yours."
"Four, just take them."
"Stop using that name against me Tris, like I mean nothing."
"I have no right to call you Tobias, you are Four to me now. And as for these things, I don't know, give them to Nita for all I care?" She really knows how to hit below the belt. Her words hurt more then a fight with someone like Eric would.
"This is what this is all about, isn't it? You're pissed that I'm with her now? What did you want me to do Tris? Wait around for someone who I never knew was coming back or better yet, why they left in the first place?"
"This has nothing to do with that tramp who apparently was your first, or any of your other sluts."
"Right, it's about that? What did you want me to say, we've spend a night together and then you left without telling me why? I was protecting you. Can you imagine the questions that would of come right after." Can't she see that I'm always protecting her.
"I don't need you protecting me, I just don't want these things anymore, can you please take them and leave."
She turns and looks at me, stretches her hand with the bag full of things. We stare at each other for a while, seconds maybe minutes, who knows.
"That's it, you're not going to say anything else?"
"What else is there to say." I stare back at her, I realize she's never going to tell me what I need to know.
"Nothing Tris, nothing." I walk over to the window and climb down. She can throw those things for all I care. I don't care anymore. From this day I'm going to forget about her and everything she meant to me.