Divergent High

Chapter 38

*TWO WEEKS LATER*

Tris POV:

School is almost out, which means only a few more months until collage. Honestly, I cannot wait. I still haven't decided where to go, or what to study in, but whatever I do I want to do it with Tobias right beside me.

Forever and Always.

Sitting in the cafeteria for what seemed the 150th time, I chat with Christina, who is now back and is determined to finish off the school year.

Christina was thinking of collage, but decided to wait another year.

As for Tobias, he hasn't much decided on where to go either. He's told us that he would want to major in law, but didn't know if he would find the time to do it.

"Earth to Tris! Are you even listening anymore?" Christina shakes me, making my attention focus back towards her.

"Oh yeah, sorry. You were talking about working in your aunts clothing boutique. I think you would do great in cosmetology, Chrissy."

She smiles, and leans against Will.
"Well, where ever he goes, I'll make my self comfortable. What about you Tris, have anything exciting?"

I shrug, taking a drink of my pink lemonade. "I was thinking a therapist, but now I'm kind of leaning towards photography."

"I think you should become a writer. You're the only person who can pass Ms. Urie's class." Will speaks up from his book.

"Yeah. If you become a writer, you can write about us." A deep voice from behind speaks up. Tobias wraps his arms around me, closing me into a hug.

I press my lips against his, a grin spreading on my face.

"I'll think about it."

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Tobias POV:

I don't know how much longer J could take it.

Ignoring the rocky shake in our relation ship, Tris and I had been together for almost 11 months now, and I feel like I'm becoming closer to her.

I need more of her.

Her beautiful golden hair makes me want to be engulfed by it forever.

Her shimmering chocolate eyes melt me.

Her personality, god, her personality.

I was crazy for her. I needed more of her. More then I could ever want.

I wait for her by my car. My last hour class gets out earlier then hers does, so she takes an extra five minutes to come out here.

A five minutes that were worth waiting for.

I think I think I see her coming, my eyes squinting to get a better view. But it wasn't her.

It was Lynn.

Getting pissed, I turn to look at my phone. The time read 3:00. I had 1 missed message from Zeke that he told me not to open until he was with me.

"Four! Hey, Four!" Lynn shouts, getting closer to me.

"What do you need, Lynn?" My voice sounds colder then I attended it to.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your guys relationship. Jealousy was just over coming me and I couldn't take it anymore. It hurt to see you happy with someone else. I just want to know if you would consider being just my friend again? Don't worry, I won't try to steal you, I've got my own date to worry about."

On cue, a red head runs up behind Lynn and kisses her cheek.

"Are you ready, Boo?" She asks, her Irish accent sounding thick.

"Yeah doll. I'll be in the car. Just give me a second."

The red head twiddles her fingers at me, running to Lynn's buggy.

"So anyway," continues Lynn, "I screwed up and I'm so sorry. I want to take it back, but what happens can only effect the future now. There is no changing the pass. Please forgive me?"

I check my phone again. 3:03.

"It's okay Lynn. I forgive you. But it's not me you need to apologize to."

Tris starts running to us, not looking back. Her face seems normal, so she's probably just ready to go home.

I point to her. "That's who you need to talk to."

Lynn smiles, shaking my hand. "Thank you! and I will tomorrow when I have the time. I have to hurry and take Elizabeth home. See ya."

"See ya." I waved, right as Tris runs into me.

"Woah there, take it easy. You ready to go get ice cream?"

Tris smiles weakly, looking at the car mirror. "No, I just want to hang out at home with you tonight."

I smile, wrapping my hand in hers.

"All right then. Let's go."

And we drive home. The whole car ride I knew something was wrong with her. Every time I went to hold her hand again, she would adjust it so I couldn't.

I couldn't stand it.

"You okay, Tris?"

I can see out of the corner on my eyes she was fighting to hold back tears.

"Yeah." She chokes out, lying. "I'm fine."

Before I could ask her further questions, she jumps out of the car and runs inside.

I follow her in, where I hear the shower running from upstairs.

I wonder what was her problem?

Hopefully she washed off the problem, being as she was in there for almost two hours.