Chapter 2 - The abnegation girl

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Tobias pov:

A grey blur falling into the net, I play the image in my head again and again. It still feels like yesterday. And it feels like yesterday that we kissed there at the chasm, that was the moment, the first time ever I felt loved, the first time ever I felt like someone actually cared about me, regardless of my past. And now she's standing in the crowd of initiates waiting on the reveal of the scoreboard that decides their future, her future, that same scoreboard that once decided mine.

"They are Dauntless now and they will be official members of Dauntless forever" I hear the speech end and Eric reveals the scoreboard. When I see her name at the top of the scoreboard, in the same spot that my name once was, I can't stop smiling. I walk up to her.

 "Do you think a hug would give too much away?" I ask carefully. 

"I don't care" she replies, she puts her arms around my neck and crashes her lips into mine, we share a long, sweet kiss and when we break apart I see Christina, Will, and Al staring at us. 

"What the heck!?" Christina yells, staring at us "Since when?"

 she yells at the top of her lungs, not that anyone notices, yelling is not exactly an uncommon appearance in Dauntless.

"Second stage of initiation, I didn't tell you because I wouldn't want you to think it is favoritism that I came in first" Tris calmly answers. 

She looks at us shocked, but then her facial expressions go back to normal, and nods with understanding. 

Tris turns to me again and hugs me. "Do you want to go to my apartment?" I ask. She nods and gives me a peck on the lips. We walk hand in hand to my apartment. I open the door and let her go inside first.

I shut the door and press her gently against the door it isnt long before her lips find mine. The kiss is full of longing and I push tris carefully up against the door. Her legs strangle my waist, the door carying most of her weight. My hands rest at her waist while her hands are messing up my hair, but I don't care.

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Tris pov:

I stand with my back pressed against the door, he lifts me up so that the door is carying most of my weight, while my lefs strangle his waist. His hands rest at my waist and my hands are messing up his hair. We kiss a kiss full of longing. When we break apart after what feels like a few minutes I see that half an hour has passed. 

We both sit down on the couch and he looks at me with nervousness on his face, he's never nervous. "What's wrong?" He sighs and scratches the back of his neck
"Do you want to move in with me?" I stare at him for a while, "I mean it's okay if you don't want to, you don't have to, I just thought it would be convinient, you stay here all the time and half of your stuff is here allready, but I don't know what i thought. But you don't have to if you don-"

"Yes," I cut him off he looks at me with a questioning look "Yes, I'll move on with you" He has a relieved expression on his face and I see him relax. 

"We should move your things and go to dinner then" I nod and we walk to the door, just before we go out of the apartment he presses his lips to mine. I sigh into the kiss, oh how I love him. 

We pull away and go get my things, we sit down at the table with our food, in the cafeteria and then it hits me like a wrecking ball. I love him. I've never loved anyone besides my family. I love him in a way I never loved anyone else. I love him. But how do I tell him that? Does he feel the same? I breathe deep in and deep out "Tobias?" I whisper so softly so only he can hear, he nods encouraging me to continue, "I love you" I say silently.

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