Destiny ~ Book Two Of The "Meant to Be" Series

Chapter 10

"Two hot chocolates, please" Tobias orders. Of course, he knows what I want to drink. I tuck bits of my hair behind my ear and rest my chin on my hand as I play with left over sugar sprinkled on the table. "Can we talk now?" He asks.
    "What do you even have to say?" I say casually, not making eye contact, continuing my piece of –sugar–art.
    "I wan to tell you, that she kissed me. I couldn't push her away" he says and I roll my eyes laughing.
    "Yes, yes you could" I say.
    "Push her? Do you know the drama queen she is? She would pretend I hurt her or something. She did that to one of the guys she tried to kiss at school and he got expelled for 'women abuse'"
     "Tobias, you could of done something"
     "Tell me what could I have done, Tris. Please, tell me what I could of done" He says and I sigh, covering my face with my hands. I try to think of what he could of done, but whatever he would do, Nita would still make a big deal out of it. She could even call the police for the smallest thing. "Can you at least look at me?"
    My eyes are still a little puffy, and they're probably red too. My jumper sleeves are up to my fingers and I slide my hands away from my face, crossing them against my chest and leaning back on the chair.
      "Fine." I say finally looking at his ocean eyes. "But, you'll have to forgive Dylan for kissing me before I left for Chicago" I add, trying to make him a little jealous. I know it's wrong, but I always like seeing him get a little competitive and nervous. His muscles tighten as he tries to stay calm. He crosses his arms as well, to cover his anger fists from me.
      "He kissed you?" He asks, leaning his arms on the table and coming closer. The waiter comes over and gives us our hot chocolates. I nod casually at Tobias as I take a sip from the warm, hot-chocolate. "Fine. Anything else you have to tell me?"
      "In our school in LA, students always "shipped" us, and rumored that we were dating. Also, we were roommates in last year's summer camp" I blurt out, all casually, acting like it's nothing. Everything I say is true, and it feels so much better letting him know, but I feel so bad for saying all of this with the tone of ignorance in my voice.
  Tobias tries controlling his anger, and surprisingly he succeeds. "Also. . . He'll be spending the summer in my house. . ." I say a little calmer and less annoyed. I tell this to him quietly, and scared, so he doesn't kill any of the waiters or customers.
     "What?" He asks confused. He laughs sarcastically "Tris, I thought you wanted this relationship to work out as much as I want it to"
     "And I do"
     "If you did, you wouldn't let some other guy –that has a crush on you– fucking living with you all summer while your boyfriend lives next door" he snaps.
     "Then I'll move in with you" I blurt out my thoughts. I only realize I said that after a while. None of us expected me to say that. I should of thought twice before saying that, now I probably sound like a creep.
      "Fine"
      "Don't say Fine! You either want or do not want it! Stop making me feel like you're doing all of this without your wanting!" I snap at him, yelling. The whispers and quiet conversations in the coffee shop stops for a minute as everyone stares at us, confused at why I just yelled at Tobias. He ignores everyone around us, and stares at me dead in the eye.
      "Im sorry. Im sorry" he says. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess Im just a little scared that Im losing you again. And of course: I would love you moving in with me" he says calmly, placing on a light smile on his face as he holds my hand. The warmness of his touch sends goosebumps to my spine, and feels like electrifying my whole body. His hands are always so warm comparing to mine. Every time he touches me, I feel like brick of pain and anger is being released out of me, and being replaced with only happiness and pleasure. I close my eyes at the feeling on his calm large hand over my small, cold and shaky one. I sigh as I hold his hand tighter.
      "You won't lose me, not again" I say. He lifts up my hand and lightly kisses it. He pulls my chair closer to his and wraps an arm around my shoulder, and with the other one he touches the side of my face. "I'm sorry"
      "For what?"
      "Being rude, and blurting everything out while I should of been telling you everything more calmly" I say rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb and looking up at him through my eyelashes. He doesn't respond, he just smiles and brushes his lips against mine, making me want more every second. I grip on his arm as I deepen the kiss, totally denying the fact that we are at a coffeeshop. Stroking my hair, he pulls back and hugs me instead. He is always the one keeping me under control. If it wasn't for him , god knows what I would be doing right now.
  He always fonds a way to keep my mind off things, distracting me with whatever he can. Making me forget my shitty past, my shitty family. Making me think only about the future instead. The beautiful future, I might have with him.