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Chapter 24
Tris' POV
I drag Christina with me to the art supply storage room in our main building. She complains throughout the whole way, whining about how she wants to spend time with Will and how her feet hurt from walking so much.
"Oh quit complaining. We barely even walked much." I tell her.
"Says, you. You're hella athletic Tris. You have like a high tolerance for exercise." I raise an eyebrow. What?
I scoff. "Okay...But I'm really not that good when it comes to athletics."
"Oh don't give me that bull crap, Miss I'm taking three AP classes, when only some of the sophomores are only taking one. And don't forget about how the lowest grade you ever got was like an A, 94%." She crosses her arms and glares at me.
What? How did she get from talking about athletics to my grades?
"Actually, the lowest grade I've ever received was a 97%, there's major difference." I correct her, as her scowl deepens.
"Tris, I literally hate people like you. Hella smart, hella athletic, and fucking hot. Like seriously, that is not socially acceptable. You are not allowed to be good at everything. Ugh, I am so fucking jealous of you. And fuck, you're fucking boyfriend is so fucking hot as well, with the exception of Will of course." She rants. "You're lucky that we're friends otherwise I'd try everything to make your life fucking hell. It's not okay for you to be fucking perfect."
"That's not true. I am not-"
"Don't even go there." She puts a finger to my mouth. "Anyways, what are we doing in the art supply room anyways?"
"I asked Mrs. Monica if it was alright to get a poster. I want to ask Tobias to formal." I say rummaging through all the cabinets.
"Isn't it the guy supposed to ask the girl."
"Christina, don't be sexiest. Girls are capable of doing what guys can do as well. And plus, sometimes I feel as if Tobias is the girl in our relationship. Just the other day, he was doodling my name all over his notebook, don't tell him I saw that. His face was so red when I returned it to him." I sigh.
"But Tobias is the toughest guy I know, excluding Will."
I laugh. "Tobias thinks more with his dick more than he thinks with his brain. All day yesterday, he kept staring at my boobs."
"You have nice boobs. There small, but so cute." She tells me.
"It's nice to know you like to check my boobs out. But seriously, teenage boys need to control their dicks." I state.
"I'm not sure they can. Don't guys get boners at like random times of the day? I bet you the thought of boobs and butts give them instant boners. They're all hormonal piece of shits. This is why, one day when a dictator tries to take over the world, it would be a woman. I mean, like all the guys who've tried, they've all failed. Like Genghis Khan and Hitler. Girls are actually smart and strategic." Christina points out. "And we have boobs to distract all them boys."
I laugh. "Okay, that's good to know."
"So, how are you going to ask him?"
"I have absolutely no idea." I say now realizing how undeveloped my plan is. "I want to ask him in a really cute and original way. Like flowers and a teddy bear is cute, but everyone does it and it's kind of lame now." I wait for a few seconds before a brilliant idea comes to mind. "I got it! I'll get the marching band to help."
"Damn Tris. How the hell are you going to arrange that?" She asks.
"Well the band director loves me. He knows me from choir because my choir director is always calling me to have a conversation with them. I can ask him if it's alright."
"Aw Tris, that'll be so cute. And it really emphasizes how much of a geek you are." I playfully push her.
"I'm not a geek."
"You so are. What are you going to write?"
"I don't know." I say while running a hand through my hair. "It'll come to me. Anyways, I have to go to my student council meeting. I'll make my poster during the meeting."
"And they won't care?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Nah, we talk for like fifteen minutes and then we don't really do anything after that."
"Okay, well have fun." I wave to her before going into the designated room for where the main student council meet."
"It's about time you showed up." Zeke rolls his eyes as I try to walk into the room as quietly as possible.
"I'm sorry, I had some business to do." Zeke looks at me skeptically. "What business?" I know he and Tobias are best friends and I really don't want to tell him I'm planning on asking him to formal. So, I try to be as blunt as possible.
"Uhm," I start, "I had to receive something from the art supply closet- room thingy." Wow, way to be settled, Tris.
"Why?"
I glare at my fellow student council members as they seem to take our little exchange humorous. There is nothing funny about me getting interrogated by Zeke.
"Fine! You want to know? I was getting a poster."
"For..." Oh my freaking god.
"I'm going to ask Tobias to formal, happy? Now I swear to my mother's grave, if you tell him anything about this, I will hunt you down and skin you alive." To my pleasure, Zeke visibly gulps and slowly nod his head.
"Good. I'm glad we're on the same terms. Now, have you called this meeting to order yet, Ezekiel?" I clap my hands and sit in my assigned seat.
"Yeah, like five minutes ago, we finished when you arrived."
"Oh shit, sorry about that."
Whoops.
After the useless meeting that I figured I didn't have to attend, I manage to decorate and make my poster in a fifteen minute period. I'm pretty proud of it. Two of my friends, Sofia and Laila, helped me as well.
At one point, my mind drifted and Tyler was in my mind. I know he still wants to be friends, but he really isn't trying that hard. I know he still cares, he makes sure to show that. However, sometimes I feel so guilty about how we ended. Of course what we had was real, but in the end it didn't work out. He truly deserves someone that will dedicate all their love and feelings for him. He deserves it.
On a brighter note, going back to my formal-posal...Huh, if they call it a promposal, would the asking of another person to formal be called formal-posal? That just sounds really lame. Anyways, I got a really witty pun...
Tobias...Conduct the beat of my heart. Will you go to formal with me?
I know, I know, it's so lame...but it works...?
I managed to get the marching band to help me by pulling a few strings. Even some of the guys thought it would be cute and agreed. Bless their hearts.
I'm planning on asking him during lunch tomorrow in front of the whole school. I mean, like of course the whole school would be watching. It's quite noticeable if a whole band is playing music, the band really attracts attention.
I must be in deep thought because when I go to my locker to retrieve my notebooks, I don't feel arms wrap around myself.
"Hi," he sighs into my ear.
I turn my head and is greeted by a bright smile. "Hey. How has your day been going so far?"
"Greet. I'm so happy to see you." Recently, after semester two, he got his whole schedule changed, so now we aren't in any classes together. He didn't like taking Spanish, so he transferred into the Italian 1-2 class, which ended causing his whole schedule changing.
I smile. "Same here." I pull away from his embrace and watch as I entwine my hand with his. I stare at them and my smile just gets bigger.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"For what?" His forehead press against mine and we practically breathe in the same air.
"For sticking with me. I know I'm not the most easiest person to be with. I'm extremely bossy, and have low tolerance for anything, really. I'm sometimes really stubborn and-"
"Sometimes?" He laughs.
"Okay, I'm pretty stubborn and I'm not the most prettiest girl. I know that-"
He puts a finger to my lip. What's up with him and Christina always doing that? "I'm going to stop you right there." He tells me as I just glare at the floor. "You must be mistaken for another girl because I know for a fact that you can be bossy and have a low tolerance for mostly anyone but our main group of friends. But you aren't like every other girl. How cliche is that line?" He smiles. "But I'm serious, that's what I like about you Tris Prior. You're different and you make sure everybody knows. I like how you are able to light up a room with that gorgeous smile of yours. I like how you bite your lips when you're thinking and when you are confused. I love how you nose scrunches just the tiniest when you're thinking. I love the little freckles just below your bright blue eyes. Every little detail is perfect about you. I love how you are extremely perceptive and how intelligent you are. I, in fact, love how stubborn and how you'd always stand your ground even when you know you are wrong. I mean, sometimes it can be really annoying...but, I like that about you. I know I could go on, and on, but I hope you get the point."
I feel like my heart just swelled two size bigger, and I swear it's about to be burst right out of my chest. Tobias is my gift, from life. He's so special.
"For someone who has a mind of a five year old at times, you really are a man of your words." I bury my face in his toned chest. "You're so special and you mean so much to me." I say to him, and mean every word of it.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He says quietly.
"What?"
"I'm in love with you." He says it with so much emotion and I'm almost a hundred percent sure I heard him incorrectly.
My heart races, and I can hear my own heartbeat in my head. He's given me so much. And in that moment, I can feel every gently touch, remember every last kiss, every time he would whisper inappropriate joke in my ear, which is almost all of the time. I remember all the times he's caressed my cheek and tuck strands of hair behind my ear. I remember all the of the times we would just stare at each other without saying a word.
He loves me...Oh my god, he just said he loves me.
"I-" My voice cracks, and I regain composure. I shift my head and look at him dead in the eye. "I love you too, so much."
I don't know what's more embarrassing the time I fell into a pool of mud in fifth grade in front of my whole school during a talent performance or this awkward situation I am facing right now. Well, awkward to me, in the le
Initially, I was going to ask Tobias to formal, but now, with how everything played out, I'm not so sure anymore.
...
As I meet in front of the band room to help organize the marching band, I make sure Christina received my text message for Tobias to be in the courtyard. She texts back saying he is currently waiting for me to show up and is talking to Zeke about something, I don't know what.
I allowed the band to pick out whatever song, which is ironic because they chose to play Little Talks.
Don't listen to a word I say...hey!
Not really in my favor, but it's a good song nonetheless and I should be extremely grateful that they're even doing this for me. And I really am.
I walk behind them and they march to the court yard, with me look like a complete fool. The drum major yells a whole bunch of commands, and all the band members do a whole bunch of movements and professional turns. So much for embarrassment. I hold up my rolled up posten in my left hand and just try to follow them to the best of my ability.
I spot Tobias, and he doesn't see me due to my shortness and being in the back of like a group of the thirty people.
As we near him, he stands up with Zeke.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No!
This cannot be happening!
He stands up with Zeke, a poster in his hand, walking to the stage we happen to have in the middle of the courtyard.
I hate Ezekiel right now.
But as the stubborn person I naturally am, I must ask him first before he is able to ask. This cannot seriously be happening right now.
"Tris Prior." His voice says into the mic. Oh hell no. "Wherever the hell you are, will you go to formal with me?"
There's a few aww's and cheers from the crowd.
I sigh. My annoyance sudden changes to anger towards Zeke. When I get my hands on him.
"Oh hell no!" I shout and march right up to him. "You are not allowed to ask me. I am the one who is going to ask you, and you will say yes. I fucking organize this all for you and I will not tolerate you stealing my freaking thunder. Ugh, I am so mad right now." Out of nowhere, I have these mood swings. I swear, I am not on my period though.
He looks at me and smiles. When I realize like more than half of the student population is staring at us, I turn ten shades of red. God, I am so embarrassed right now.
"I'm going to ask you whether you like it or not." I say to Tobias.
He smiles once again and I unveil my poster. "Tobias Eaton," the band starts to play. "Conduct the beat of my heart and go to formal with me?"
"Yeah, I'd love to, on one condition."
"What?" I ask.
"I get to give you my formal-proposal, whatever you call it." Huh, great minds think alike.
"Okay."
He shows me his poster, and I read it aloud.
Tris, would you go to FOURmal with me?
He watches as my face contorts, when my face turns to horror, he bursts out laughing.
"It's great right? I thought of it all by myself."
Okay, when we were small. Tobias came up with the most stupidest nickname ever. He used to make him time himself eating as many donuts as possible within thirty seconds and the most he has ever gotten was four. For while, he forced me to call him by that ridiculous nickname. I mean, I would you name yourself after donuts?
Ugh, boys.
So the fact that he asked me using that vacuous nickname as a pun makes me burst out laughing.
He smiles. "I knew that would eventually make you laugh."
I turn around and tell the marching band that they can go, and thank them profusely. They smile and nod before leaving in a herd back to the bandroom.
"I'm going to kill Zeke." I realize we're still on stage, so I grab his hand and lead him down the steps.
"Give him a break. But why, what did he tell you or do?"
"Wait, let me ask you a question. Did Zeke tell you to ask me to formal?"
"Yeah, but I sort of assumed that you would go with me. So that's why I wasn't planning on making a whole big deal about it. But he somehow convinced me to, and I wasn't going to until I thought of that amazing pun." Tobias explains.
"Yeah? Well he's an asshole. I told him to not tell you I was going to ask you. He must've done this on purpose."
"Well, it doesn't matter now." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "I love you."
I never get tired of hearing that.
Tobias, my first kiss, my first love, first friend, I don't know what I'd do without him.
I grin. "I love you too. Now, come on, I'm hungry. Let's go eat lunch."
A/N: Leave a comment, review, suggestion, or any questions you have. I would love to reply. Many things happened in this chapter. Did you like my FOURmal pun I thought of? Yeah, I am so proud of it. If you haven't yet, please check out my other Divergent AU, it's called Finding Home. I'm thinking about recreating my one-shots series I had. What do you think?