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Chapter 23
Tobias' POV
"Are you related to yoda? Because yodalicious."
"Oh my gosh, Tobias! You are unbelievable."
"Is your name nobody? Because someone once said, nobody is perfect." I'm about to say another pick-up line until she interrupts me.
"Okay, okay. You win." She says, laughing.
I ignore her. "And my favorite one, if we were both squirrels, I'd store my nuts in your hole."
"Tobias! You have such a dirty mind." She pushes me playfully.
"Dirty for you. And I wouldn't consider it having a dirty mind, I just have more of a...creative imagination." I tell her playfully.
I see Tris looking at me out of the corner of my eye, which just causes me to smile internally. She's amazing.
I abruptly stop and wrap my arms around her waist. She makes a weird squealing noise as I pin her against one of the lockers. I put my forehead against her and smile.
I love you.
I know I've openly told her this already, but that's different, because now we're actually dating. I told her this when she hated me and now that I have her, I cannot afford to lose her again. That would hurt too much.
I feel Tris' lips meet mine. I have to bend down a little in order for this to happen. As much as I hate it, I absolutely love Tris' shortness. She's so short and adorable, it just makes her even more cute. Don't get me started on her cute little butt. I know I'm a teenage boy and all, but she's just so cute...don't get me started on her boobs. These thoughts arouse me a little and I have to think of something else, that will turn me off. Is that a thing? Being turned off? Huh. I'll have to ask Zeke about that later.
"Oh my gosh, Tobias!" I feel Tris push me off her.
"What?" I look at her with a confused expression.
"You should probably do something about that." Knowing Tris, and her innocent little mind, she refuses to make eye contact with me. I know she is talking about my boner. Whoops? I can't help myself though. I am a teenage boy with hormones that is constantly deceiving me.
I look at Tris with a coy expression to see her glaring at the floor with a face as red as a tomato.
"I can't help myself, Tris. To me, you're like a light switch-constantly turning me on."
She bursts out laughing. "I don't understand how you can make a joke out of this. That's not funny!"
"Sure...I'll see you later, babe. Have fun in your nerd class." I pull her close to me.
"Shut-up!" Tris pushes me, like hard, and I walk away laughing loudly.
"What are you smiling about?" Zeke asks me as I walk into homeroom.
"Hm? Oh nothing. I was just thinking..."
"About Tris." I never thought in my life that two words can make my face turn red. Like really, really red.
"Who else?" It's no use to deny it, of course I'm thinking of her.
"Yeah I thought so." It's been a week since Tris and I have started dating and so far, we have been going strong. She makes me really happy and honestly, I have no idea what I'd do without her. The only thing I hate, is how sometimes I can be extremely awkward and weird around her. She makes me so nervous sometimes and...gah...I really like her.
Luckily, first period modern history goes by really quickly. Is it bad that Tris is like ten times smarter than me?
Sometimes when I'm around her, she starts using these big words around me. She has three AP classes, like, what the hell? Why would someone put so much pressure on oneself? Usually, sophomores can the choice of doing one AP class, which is AP Euro. But no, Tris has to do AP Euro, Spanish, and whatever the hell math or English class she's taking. She's amazing. Hm...I need to figure out a way to ask her to formal.
I spend almost all of class thinking of her, which is sort of bad because I didn't catch most of the lecture during class. All I remember hearing is something about the British and French. But who am I kidding, the two countries are always getting involved with one another.
During brunch, I sort of accidentally ditch Zeke and head towards my locker to receive something. Then, I quickly find Tris. It's interesting how quickly I can do so. She may be short, in a cute way of course, but it's like we have some sort of bond that allows me to instantly find her even in a crowded room. I instantly think of a corny pickup line that has to do with ionic bonds. Gosh, I'm such a loser sometimes.
"I have something for you." I sneak up behind Tris and place my lips really close to her ears. Bad idea, because she jumps a little which causes her shoulder to hit my jaw.
"Shit! You scared me."
"Sorry."
"Hm. But what did you want to give to me?" She asks. Gahhh...she's so cute.
"Hm?" I ask, still in some sort of trance.
"Tobias!" A feel a painful pinch the my left side. Well, that was totally unnecessary. Nonetheless, I realize that I was drooling a little and quickly wipe it away with with the side of my arm.
Well that was embarrassing.
I feel like the people above really hate me, because my face manages to flush red, once again, may I say. I feel my body temperature raise like a hundred degrees.
"Are you...drooling?" She asks me, totally baffled.
"Oh shut up!" I press my palm against my face to cool it down...somewhat.
"Aww...Tobias. It's okay to be embarrassed. You're so adorable." She goes onto her tippy-toes...because she's short, and pinches my cheeks.
"You're so short."
"Stop making this about me." She places her hand on my chest. "And I hate how you openly make fun of my height.
"What are you, like five?" I pat her head.
"I'm five two! That's a whooping two inches. Two inches is a big difference." She defends.
"Sure. I'm a good foot taller than you, though. It really isn't a difference because I'm still taller." I love making teasing Tris. She's like a little feisty chihuahua.
"I hate you! Ugh."
I hug her from behind. "It's okay, Tris. You can let it all out. I won't judge."
"Shut up!" And then she hits me on the arm.
"Ow, okay!" I raise my hands up in the air.
"You still haven't answered my question. What do you want to give to me?"
"Oh right." I unzip my backpack and take out two article of clothing. "This is my football jersey. And this is my football sweatshirt." She looks at me with a blank face.
"Sorry Tobias. I can't wear this." She hands it back to me.
"Wait, why not?"
"Because since I'm too short and my body is too small, this will literally be like wearing an oversized dress." I can't tell if she's messing with me or not.
"I-never- I- ugh. Fine! If you take it, I won't make fun of your height ever again, please?" I plead.
"I was just going to say you owe me a kiss, but that works as well." She pats my belly. "Thank you very much." She takes the clothes from my hand. "I'll see you in bio. Bye, Tobias."
The fuck just happened?
I swear she smiles evilly as she happily skips away. That evil little girl.
I love her.
It's really hard to focus throughout the day. I hate how I am easily distracted. I really hate it.
Christina really must be rubbing off of me because, I don't know, I feel like a schoolgirl fanning over my girl.
MY girl.
I like the sound of that.
I never doodle in class.
Tobias Eaton doesn't do that doodling crap. Well, until now. I constantly sketch Tris' name in several fonts.
Tris Prior.
Hm...Eaton.
Prior.
Eaton.
Prior-Eaton.
Tris.
Tris Prior-Ea-
"Whatcha doing?" A loud voice startles me and she peeks at my notebook that I throw across the room.
"Nothing, Tris." Please don't get my notebook. Please don't get my notebook. Please. Please. Please.
She walks across the room and receives the notebook that I had thrown.
Thanks, universe.
"Here." She narrows her eyes at me. "You okay. I didn't scare you, did I?"
"No." Yes.
"Oops, sorry then. How was your last period?" She plops herself on my lap, and without even realizing it, my arms automatically wrap around we waist. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and sigh, loudly.
"You're amazing." I love you.
"I know."
"After school, do you want to come over and watch a movie." Thank goodness it's Friday. I want to spend as much time with my beautiful girlfriend as possible.
"Okay. Right after school or should I come over at a certain time?"
"Nah, I can give you a ride to my house." I say against her neck. "
"Okay. I'll meet you in front of the A building then." She says as she laces our hands together. She smells so good.
"Okay. I can't wait." Am I turning soft? No! This cannot be happening.
Tris quickly hops off my lap and waves goodbye to me.
"I'll see you later. Have fun with your last few classes." She has an amazing smile.
"I'll be thinking of you." I call after her. Mainly because I've been thinking of her all day.
Who actually gives a fuck about the process of Meiosis? I mean like, I get it, cells split and divide. And the fact that our teacher is making us do a spot motion video on it. Please, kill me now. I really wish I did biology freshman year. It's better late than never, though. I feel bad for scientists, are they always this bored? Nah, it's probably just me.
My last two classes couldn't have gone any slower. I am so anxious to be spending time with my beautiful girlfriend, it's so hard to focus throughout the day.
I see Tris sitting on a wooden bench in the front of the school. She swings her legs back in forth, which I find really cute, mainly because she's too short for her feet to fully touch the ground. She's so cute.
Gahhh...since when did I use the word cute? What is she doing to me?
I feel my heartbeat gradually increase as she hops off the bench and walks over to me with a smile.
At the back of my head, I remember that Tyler and Tris dated for almost a year. Was this how he felt to be with a girl this amazing? Of course, the jealous side of me is totally annoyed with the fact that they dated. Trus is so amazing and perfect, I can bare to feel what it's like to no longer have her. Not again.
I've done too many stupid things in my life and I will not risk anything to harm my relationship with she hopped off the bench and walked towards me.
"You look a little flushed." She places a hand on my cheek. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm perfect. Come on, let's go." I grab her hand and we walk towards my car together, hand in hand.
I open the passenger seat of my car for her and she thanks me as she hops in. After, I walk around the car to go to the driver's seat.
"Have you taken your driver's license test yet?" I ask.
"What? I'm not even fifteen and a half yet." She tells me.
Wait, what?
"So, you're not sixteen years old? Isn't your birthday in December?" I quickly glance at her and then back to the road.
She shoots me a look and I visibly gulp. "My birthday is in August, Tobias." She facepalms herself. "I swear, you and Uriah have a memories like fish."
"August?"
She stares at me. "I can't believe you don't know my birthday, and we've been friends for like twelve years!" She exclaims.
Whoops.
"Wait, I know now. August the seventh." I say flatly.
"August 29th!" She yells.
"Oh sorry."
Tris hits the back of my head. I glance at her with a sly smile on my face, and my eyes accidently drop down to her boobs.
Damn hormones, seriously?
Gahhh...why do boners have to hurt so much? I mean seriously, one moment it's up, and then down and then up again. Fuck.
"Oi! Eyes up front, soldier." She smacks me again, but a lot harder this time. Ouch...
"Sorry." The rest of the ride to my house is quite difficult. I spend the time trying to hide my boner, especially since we are nearing my house and I really don't want Tris to see me "a little too excited". I don't want to make her more uncomfortable then she has to be.
Thankfully it manages to go away as I pull up to my driveway. I open the garage and park my car inside besides my mom's Toyota. Tris steps out of the car, and we go into my house. She tosses her backpack to the side as I do the samething.
Grabbing her hand, I lead her to the living room.
"Should we do homework first?" I ask. Though, luckily, today is a block day so I only had three classes today. I finished all my homework with the extra time we had left in class.
"I don't have homework. I'm a T.A., so I did it during that period." She informs me.
"Okay, same here. Well, not the T.A. part, but I'm done as well. What movie would you like to watch, or show, I don't really care." I grab the remote and turn the T.V. on.
Tris sits next to me and takes the remote from my hand. "Uhm...for some reason, I'm really in the mood to watch Home Alone. So, we're going to watch that." She tells me without any consulting...okay then. The thing is, I would have watched anything she pleased. As much as I hate to admit it, but Tris has me under a leash. I wouldn't consider myself whipped, oh hell no. I just like to do what my girls says.
As the movie begins, I pull Tris close to me and her but happens to put pressure on my precious area. Oh fuck, not a again. Like I said, one moment it's up, and then down. Sometimes I really hate being a teenage boy, I get very hormonal very quickly and easily. I shift myself, so she won't accidentally feel it, and I hear her sigh against me. I smile, and look down at her.
Tris is naturally beautiful. She natural beauty shines so bright and is able to make any guy swoon, including me of course. She catches me staring and smiles, her cute smile before turning back to the T.V, and snuggling even closer. Tris places her head against my chest, and I wrap an arm around her.
The only thing I have to do now, is ask her to formal.
...and tell her I love her, of course. So two things, I guess.
A/N: What the hell did I just write? I think this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written, which is saying a lot. I have such a dirty mind. I was watching Disney Movies with a friend and all we did was make jokes, and whenever characters would say something, and dirty joke would immediately pop into my mind. In Mockingjay Part 2, Peeta was like "Katniss, I need you to cuff me." And I snorted, and my friend looked at me with a look on her face. She was like, I didn't think of it like that, until you laughed, Katrina, and I was like, I didn't even realize I laughed. Did anyone else, laugh when he said that? Or is it just me? Point is, I try to keep my stories as PG as possible, but one day, that might not happen. Hoped you enjoy, I'd be really happy if one of you guys caught my Supernatural reference.