Chapter 12

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(Tris P.O.V.)

/ 2 weeks later- Wednesday Night/

Tobias jerks out of bed. He pulls a pistol out from under the bed. He looks at the locked door, simultaneously throwing on some jeans and a shirt. "Get dressed, now. Stay here until I knock on the door, six times, then three times, then six again, make sure you lock it," he says, then in a hurry, he runs out the door. (A/N: I believe that was the code for the safe house door from Divergent. I'm too lazy to go upstairs and grab my book.)

A few minutes later, I hear the knock combination. I whip open the door to see Tobias holding an Oriental short hair, Siamese cat. This cat is cute, it is curled around Tobias. The cat is resting its head on Tobias's shoulder, while Tobias holds the cat like he is burping a baby.

I laugh at the sight of this. "You look hilarious, let me take a picture," I say, grabbing my phone from his bedside table.

I take the picture, his blue eyes, twinkling in the flash, along with the cat's eyes. His stubble starting to grow out. I'll pester him about it tomorrow.

"The cat knocked over a vase downstairs. I guess he was smelling the flowers I got you a few days ago," Tobias says, dropping the cat to the floor, lightly. He strips to his boxers and we both climb back into bed.

Today is the day that we travel to the Weddington Wildcats stadium, which is a few hours away. Coach Amar decided that we should take a bus -as a team- stay the night after the game and leave.

Christina and I hand our bags to the bus driver, who loads them under the bus.

"Trissy! I am sooo excited for the trip," Christina squeals as she pulls me onto the bus.

"Me too! I have been waiting. Those wildcats are going down," I say, confidently.

Christina and I walk down the bus aisle, swaying our hips -a little more than they do naturally- making all the football players gawk at us.

Tobias chose a seat towards the middle of the bus. We are riding in a charter bus, and oh boy, is this a nice one.

It feels as if we are flying in first class with Delta. There are two seats, with a table -about a foot wide- with a back, separating us from the seat behind us. There is also a triple prong adaptor under each seat. With that, the chairs lay down like beds. At the foot of each chair, is a T.V. mounted to the hard shell of the chairs in front of us.

I sit near the window and Tobias takes the aisle. I reach over and grab his hand, which seems to have also been doing the same thing.

"Tris, sweetie, time to wake up. We're here," Tobias says, as he lightly rubs my arm. I sit up, and see him wraveling up his headphones around his phone. I press the home button on my phone, the time reads 7:17pm. I pull back the drawn curtains and see the sun setting behind the brown, yellow, and bare trees.

Tobias hands me my bag and I stand, and walk off the bus, with Tobias close behind.

I step off the bus and I am greeted with the chill of the cold, bitter mid-October air. Tobias, as if on cue, hands me his jacket. It is a gray Abercrombie zip up with the moose on my left side.

I zip it up and I am immediately wrapped in a blanket of bae.

"Meet me by the ice machine in 30 minutes. Wear something athletic," Tobias says as I open my hotel room door. I nod and walk inside.

I plug in my phone, walk over to my small suitcase, and pull out black nike pros and a white sports bra.

I throw the clothes on quickly, run to the bathroom, pull my hair into a ponytail, grab an extra black hairband and I plop down on the bed.

I turn on the T.V. and watch America's Next Top Model while drinking a canned Dr. Pepper.

I round the corner to see Tobias leaned against the wall, wearing a black jacket, gray under armour, red and black athletic shorts, with gray and black Nike's. (A/N: Theo James holding the TFiOS book outfit.)

"We're going to the gym, I'm going to teach you how to fight," is all Tobias says, before he grabs my hand gently, pulling me towards the elevator.

(Tobias P.O.V.)

I casually look over my shoulder while I run on the treadmill. I watch Tris, her form, her technique, her strenght.

She is punching the bag with a lot of force. I see one thing she is doing wrong.

I hop off the treadmill and walk up to her back side, quietly.

"You're not going to win. Not like that."

She seems startled because she jerks from her train of thought.

"That's good to know," she says, before turning back to the suspended punching bag.

I watch her hit the punching bag a few more times. She pulls her fists back, they are bruised. Tris hits the bag a few more times. She may be small, but she is strong, and quick. I really admire her for being a soldier. She is my little soldier.

"Keep tension here," I say, I place my hands on the small of her back and rotate her hips.

She looks at me for a second. She then goes to throw another punch.

"You're weak. You don't have much muscle. You have to use your whole body. Use your knees and elbows."

With that, I walk off. I go back to my treadmill and start to run again.

I've been running for 30 minutes now, my little soldier still fighting over at the bag. (A/N: Foreshadowing the sequel!)

I hop off, take a chug of water, then go get Tris. "Tris, honey, it's time to go."

She stops hitting the bag, after an excellent jab. She nods, and I throw my arms around her, pulling her closer. I rest my hands on the small of her back.

I place a gentle kiss on her lips. She kisses back, with a little more force, so I kiss back with more. I begin the battle for dominance, I end up winning after I slide my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Tris obeys, as soon as her lips open, our tongues collide, exploring each other's mouth, even though we both know it by heart.

Tris ends up wearing my black, zip up Ralph Lauren jacket. We are walking hand in hand down the street back to the hotel. I see Tris glance over at an ice cream shop. I scoop her up, bridal style and run across -currently empty- street.

I open the door with Tris wrapped around me, she hops down, I open my wallet and hand her my debit card, "On me, pumpin," I say, before she can reject my offer.

I plop down in one of the booths near the window, I stare out the window, looking up at the full moon. Tris comes back with a large sundae, two spoons, and two waters.

"Cliche," we say, in unison. We both laugh, I reach across the table and grab her hand. She looks up at me, then a beautiful smile crosses her face, not many of these smiles cross her face. It's not that her smiles aren't beautiful, but with this one, I can tell, I can tell, she is happy. Happy.

I wake up to the annoying beep of the alarm clock, its monotonous, boring, annoying and irritating beep. The only thing this annoying is Mrs. Rosenthal dreading on about some life story, adding in 'Mkay' every few words.

I roll out of bed, after shutting down the Rosenthal clock. I run my hands through my short hair. I wash my face in the bathroom, brush my teeth, and brush my hair a little. I throw on some athletic attire, and head to the gym.

When I walk in the door, I throw away my Starbucks coffee, to see another cup in there.

I walk to the weight room, and I see someone punching bag. I see pink and white Nike's, tan skin. She is here, that's my soldier. I walk to her, I see headphones in her ears, and her knuckles tapped.

She stops when she sees me, a smile growing on her face, boy, oh boy do I love having that effect on her.

"Mornin' gorgeous," I say, wrapping her in a hug. She places a soft kiss to my cheek then pulls away from my hug.

"Mornin' handsome," Tris says, she grabs my hand, we head into the gym the facility has and we run around the track, hand in hand.

"Do you want to take a shower now, or after the game?"

Tris thinks for a second before placing a kiss on my lips and pulls me onto my hotel room bed.

"I want to do this," she replies, pulling my sweaty shirt off my head, tossing it to the floor, and giving me a wink.

'YAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS', I think. (A/N: Inspired by my best friend, Camryn, here you go, 'lil nugget' :])

I nod, she giggles. I pull her close to me again. I kiss her lips, hard. I nip at her bottom lip gently, causing a moan to escape her. I smirk, before sliding my tongue into her mouth, her doing the same.

I pull off her shirt and unclip her bra. I see her smile, I see waves full of love, lust, and commitment in her soft, blue-gray eyes.

I don't ever want to let her go. I never will.

"Still on the pill," I ask, she nods before replying. "Yea, I took it before I went to the gym this morning."

With that, we begin with what relaxes us most, what draws us together, like the laces to a shoe.

That is only one of the examples of what we are. The laces, represent us, how we are always there for each other, how we will always hold each other together. The shoe, it represents our problems, as a couple. The size, it represents, no matter how big our problems, we will always hold each other close, holding on till the end, because, bad things happen, but something good will come out of it.

I begin to stretch, along with the rest of the team. Weddington is a big school, but so is Millennium.

The Weddington side is packed full of green, while the other side is only 1/4th full. I know, throughout the game, our school will come.

It's halfway through the second quarter and the stadium is packed full of students.

I pass the ball to Zeke, who then makes a run for the end zone.

Zeke scores the touchdown, then the crowd goes crazy.

/Half Time/

I watch Tris and the other girls run onto the field, they start their routine, which is different. I also noticed they are using pink pompoms, probably for breast cancer awareness month. My mother had breast cancer, and she is one of the survivors.

Halfway through the routine, I turn to see people waving to me from the crowd. I notice them, it's Marcus and Evelyn. They actually came. They came for me.

The girls finish their routine, I run up to Tris to greet her with a kiss, on the lips, in front of everyone. I don't care what people say. I really don't, because when it comes to Tris, my goal is to treat her like she is the only girl in the world.

/4th quarter- 20 seconds remaining/

Zeke passes me the ball, I sprint, faster than I ever have, and score a touchdown. The crowd goes wild, I look over to Tris and see her jumping up and down with Christina. She lets go and runs to me, she jumps at me and I catch her, kissing her on the lips.

The stadium goes bursts into a bunch of "awe's" and I look to see the team photographer taking a few more shots of the two of us, so I kiss Tris again, not that I didn't want to.

I pull away and look at the crowd. I point to them and the students in the bleachers scream "Millennium," and then the football team and cheerleaders scream "Prep." It's something I started earlier this year, we do it after we win a game, which we have won all of.

I go to greet Evelyn and Marcus, both with a hug. "Tobias! You're such a big boy," Evelyn says, pinching my cheek, causing me to blush. "You have a drop dead gorgeous and really talented girlfriend, too."

I nod and smile, I then give my attention to Marcus who is smiling at me, he nods and I nod back. "We'll see you tomorrow when you get home, son."

"Bye Mom and Dad," I say, testing out the words. They seem to fit. I've never really used them.

"I love you," I say over the crowd. They turn to me, a smile growing on their face, "We love you, too son," Marcus says, and Evelyn nods. I wave to them and they wave back, soon they are engulfed in the crowd of people.

/Major Time Skip- Homecoming (1 week later)/

"Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton!" The whole stadium claps. We just won another game.

Tris and I walk to the center of the field, soon the rest of the candidates are called. We are in the running for Homecoming King and Queen.

"Your Homecoming queen is…. Tris Prior!" The crowd burst into cheers, Tris is then given her crown, it looks amazing on her. She has always been my princess. Ever since we met. Tris is given her sash and bouquet of flowers. She looks happy. Happy.

Flashback

"Beatrice, I love you." Beatrice turns to look at me. We are sitting in the meadow behind her home.

"Tobias, I love you, too," Beatrice exclaims. I stand up, pulling her up with me. Once we are standing, I pull her into a kiss. A kiss on the lips.

"You're my princess, okay?"

"Okay."

Flashback Over

"Now, for your Homecoming King, our king is…. Tobias Eaton!" The stadium burst into cheers, again, then I am given my crown and my cape.

Tris and I walk into the school. She is wearing a beautiful silver and white dress, I am wearing a black suit.

"Tris, will you dance with me?" She nods before replying, "You bet your bottom dollar I will!"

Tris and I dance, for a long time. The bond between us has just grown even stronger. We are inseparable.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I saw TFiOS on Friday, had a party for 9 and half hours on Saturday, and went to the movies yesterday. Well, here is the new chapter! DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!

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