Divergent:The Outsider

Chapter 30:Mad Bro?

*Tris Pov*

Once I wake up from my dreamless sleep. I go straight to the bathroom to take a shower. While I am in there I decide to get dressed too. I put on a pair of olive green skinny jeans, a black long sleeve crop top, a burgundy, tan, and black cardigan and pair of black ballerina shoes with gold studs.

I put on a gold chain and Rolex. I also put on burgundy lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner.

Since I didn't bring any hair things I just pull it into a bun. I make sure I look okay and I walk out of the bathroom and I see Tobias sitting at his computer desk. It looks like he is sending something to his teacher.

I go behind him and wrap my arms around him. I lean down and kiss the back of his neck, the side of his neck and then his cheek.

"Are you still mad at me?" I ask my lips hovering over his neck and he sighs.

"I was never mad, just... something is a little fishy about that 'dinner'." He says and turns his chair around and pulls me into his arms making me straddle him and I peck his lips.

"I know. I feel the same way. I don't understand why it is important. But I have to go. It deals with my job. I really don't like Eric. Only you." I say and lean down and give him a long kiss. I place my hands on the side of his head and make him look at me in the eyes. "I trust in you to go to job meetings with women and I hope you trust me going to job meetings with men. It's not like I'm always going to have job meetings with men." I say

"Okay" He says again with a sigh. "Fine"
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"He still seemed kind of mad." I say sitting in Starbucks with Christina. We had just come from class and now we are sitting down in the café drinking coffee and talking.

I have a mocha frappe with chocolate and caramel drizzle while she has a crème Brule frappe with whip cream. (FAVORITE DRINKS THERE!!)

"I mean" She says and swallows her sip of drink furrowing her eyebrows. "I don't know why. Even after you guys had S-"I give her a look. "I mean did what you did down in the washing room-that I still can't believe you told me that and had the guts too and once again not doing my laundry down there.

"He should have been in a good mood or whatever. It's not like you are cheating on him or going home with him. Just a dinner for work! I don't know why he has his panties in a bunch."

"True" I nod my head.

"But then again. What if he had a dinner date with Nita?"

"I would be mad but trust in him that he still likes me. We have only been dating for two months and I hope that we have that kind of trust with each other. Or else I don't know how we are going to get through with this relationship. It isn't even this serious."
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I sigh looking in the mirror at my outfit. I have on a pair of leggings and a fancy sweatshirt and a pair of heels. My hair is curled and I have light make up with lip gloss. Not my best but, I really don't care. I get in the car and drive towards the fancy restaurant. I get out of the car and walk inside. Once I get to the back I look for him.

I see him sitting there waiting with a glass of water. I told him not to pick me up that I will leave on my own.

"Hello Tris." He says

"Hey." I say and sit down.

"Are you ready to order?" A male asks walking to the table.

"Yes, I would have the steak dinner."

"Greek styled salad please." I say

"As you know I invited you to dinner to talk about something that would help Burlesque come out of debt-"

"No I am not sleeping with you. I have a boyfriend that would kill you and didn't really want me on this date. So exactly what was so important?" I ask sipping on my water.

"It wasn't for that why do women keep saying that?" He asks

"Maybe if you don't have that rape look then it might change." I say and he glares at me. "Continue."

"As you know everyone loves your singing. Your voice is amazing..." He says and I nod. "The F.V.C and I would like to invite you to a meeting in LA to be enrolled in the CS University. So you could possibly be signed."

Sorry for being short but I feel horrible, and I updated late and came home from school late.