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"For the last time Caleb, there is nothing going on between, " I choke on my words. Shall I call him Four? Shall I call him Tobias, this is becoming far too complicated for my liking, "between Tobias and I." No one says anything more, Caleb's thinking through the words he's going to say next.
"How long have you known? When did he tell you who he really is? " He spits at me.
"Not much before you, when Marcus arrived Dad called me downstairs and standing in our doorway was well, this," I gesture to Tobias, who looks slightly offended that I referred to him as this, as opposed to Tobias, Four or him.
"And you're not angry?" Is he trying to get me to rise to the bait, is he stupid? I could have sworn he was an Erudite. Maybe he would have been better suited to being an abnegation.
"Of course I was! My best friend kept such a huge secret from me, who wouldn't be mad? " Caleb looks like he's about to interrupt so I continue with what I saying, "But while you were kissing up to anything with a pulse down there, we were busy sorting it out." I cannot be doing with Caleb today, or tomorrow or ever. Today is one of those days where I realise that being in a different faction throughout school will do me good.
"So you're not angry?" he's trying to intimidate me? Well, should I need it, I still have Tobias to help me, he could intimidate him any day.
"No. Do you want me to be angry? Because I can be angry at you? Would that be good enough?" I need to leave, I need to get away from him and everyone downstairs, "Come on Tobias," I grab his hand and drag him from my room, picking my shoes up on the way out. At the bottom of the stairs I place myself into the deathtraps called shoes and toss my cardigan to the side.
"He'll bring Susan and Robert later, I just can't stand him. Take me away from him, please. " I could burst into tears, but I spent too much time trying to make myself look bearable.
"Sure, let's go," he can see the panic on my face. Gently, he tilts my face to be inline with his, "Look at me, look into my eyes. Tris, Breathe. He's gone, you don't have to talk to him, let's go to the party." He helps me walk out of the house and along the street.
"I promised that I'd go with Susan to this party, I have no clue who's house it's at anyway," I state, suddenly the guilt of leaving them behind hits me.
"It's at some guy who was in my year's house. You wouldn't know him. I'm guessing that you were just Susan's plus one." Tobias laughs slightly.
"Well, you guessed right. I didn't really know anyone here, I just didn't really fit in. You can probably see why I was so excited to join a new school." I've tried my best to block out the past, but I can't. Still the memories seep through even when I wish for them to not. I still remember the old days here. The days of sitting alone because I didn't agree with their morals, the days of wanting to leave, the months of planning before I finally left.
"Well, I'm certainly glad that you moved. I can't imagine you still here, I mean everyone here is so giving; you, Tris, you are selfish, but in the best way." He squeezes my hand tightly leaving me feeling bashful.
"That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." I giggle.
"What? That you're selfish? Yeah, that's sweet. " He swings me in close while we walk, nuzzling his face into my hair.
When we arrive, I dart straight for the drinks, I need as much as I can to blur out the conversations with Caleb.
"So, can we act like a couple tonight or not? I mean, we'll be avoiding your brother, so I see no reason not to," Tobias asks while I pour beer into a cup.
"Well, yeah, we can. I mean, no one here remembers me, so why not?" I answer. Everyone here will probably remember Tobias, he's not someone you can forget.
"Why wouldn't they remember you? I mean, I remember seeing you around, I never fully knew you, but I saw you wandering the halls, I saw you at my mother's funeral. People still remember me, but only slightly, I left years ago."
"True, yet you've grown up a fair bit. I mean, look at you, you're muscular and tonight you can see the tattoo curling around your neck," tonight you can see the black flicks curl around his neck, no one here has a tattoo, or at least I can't see any. He's different, the girls will be all over him.
"And you've not grown up? Look at you, Tris. That dress looks amazing on you, you look much older than you did when you first arrived and you're a decent height in those shoes. "
"I'm not normally a good height then?" I tease. Tobias wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in close. He touches his forehead to my own.
"You're a perfect height, well, I think," he whispers.
"You think? "
"I know. I know you're the perfect height." He touches his lips to my own, moving his mouth vigorously. Every time I kiss Four I understand why people describe kissing as melting, you literally feel like your bodies are merging together. I pull away laughing, holding Four in one hand and my beer in the other.
"Beatrice? " I hear a confused voice call.
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