I am so excited to share this story with everyone but at the same time, I am super nervous. This story will be rated M for adult themes in later chapters. I do have a Pinterest board that is set up for this story so feel free to check it out, it has all my inspirations on it for each chapter, and I will update it when I upload new chapters. The update schedule for this story will be every other weekend barring anything crazy happening. I don't own the Divergent characters, just the story idea that is all mine. Please review and let me know what you think! And as always, Happy Reading!
"Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it."
-Charles R. Swindoll
Tobias POV:
"I'm crazy!" I mutter to myself as I hurry to take out my bright yellow sticky notes and black pen, that Stacy had gotten me when I was in college.
Tris would never want anything to do with me after all, she has a boyfriend, but I have heard how that boyfriend talks to her. He is a piece of shit. I could treat her so much better. She deserves so much more.
I quickly write my phone number on the pad along with something about finding me when she finally got home. I slap the sticky into the inside front cover of her "Divergent" book and look for her in the long line. My eyes are automatically drawn to her. She is pretty, even with only maybe two hours of sleep and little to no make-up on. She waves at me; I wave back. Her acknowledgment of me makes my heart want to leap out of my chest.
As she moves her blonde hair behind her ears, she starts looking through her bag. I'm nervous as fuck, walking through the crowd of people over to her, my heart feels like it will explode in my chest as I finally find her, still looking through her bag. I hear her laugh nervously, as I stand behind her while she talks to a woman in front of her, but I can't make out what she is saying, I'm too in awe of her. God, she is so short and petite compared to me. I just want to take her in my arms, and I want to protect her from all the evils in this world. But, then I think about Stacy.
Stacy, that woman, the bane of my existence at the moment. This is her last chance to prove herself to me or else I am done with her. She constantly toys with my emotions for her, but, on the other hand, she is the only girl that I have ever had feelings for.
As people start to stare at me, standing behind Tris, still not saying a word like a fool, I say "Here, you left this in your seat." She twists around, giggling with embarrassment. Her hair smells like coconuts, reminding me of warm California days.
"Thanks, Four." She smiles as she takes the book from me. Last night, Tris asked what I was looking forward to doing during R&R, and I told her sleep. I lied.
After last night, playing cards with her, listening to her talk about her job, then this morning finding her asleep on my chest . . . I need to get rid of these god for blasted contacts. I should have worn my glasses instead, and I need a stiff drink to help lose my memory of the night I spent with Tris for my flight home because I am leaving Tris behind to go home to Stacy instead.