Inked

Chapter 11

Hey guys! Here's the next chapter :) I don't feel as great about this one as I have about some of the others, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Be sure to let me know what you think :) - Loopy

Poe had never been so active. Tris wondered if he was feeling well, if he was sick or something, since she'd never seen him move with such purpose. His nose was a bit higher in the air than usual, his eyes shining with judgement as she tried on outfit after outfit.

He'd just casted out one of Tris's favorites, and she'd had enough. She threw up her arms, exasperated. "Well, what do you suggest?" she shouted at him. To her surprise, he stood from where he'd been sitting, walked into her closet with her, and stood underneath a shirt that was hanging up.

Tris scowled at him. "So, you've been thinking more casual this whole goddamn time, and you didn't feel the need to tell me?" she grumbled, but she marched forward and yanked the shirt from its hanger, throwing it over her head and pulling it down on top of her black camisole.

Poe let out a low growl, and it took her a second to realize it wasn't in response to what she'd said to him. She shot him an incredulous look. "You don't want straps showing." She stared at him, and he stared back, and it was everything inside of her not to shove him out of her closet, but he was just trying to help, and she knew that, so she let out a frustrated sigh and began pulling off the undershirt and reaching for a bandeau bra.

In the end, she was dressed in a flowy black-and-white striped top that fell off both of her shoulders, dark wash skinny jeans with rips up the front, and black combat boots. It was pretty much like what she wore every day, only this top showed off more of her tattoos. That was a smart decision, she had to admit grudgingly, since the designs usually were good at starting conversations with Tobias. He'd only asked about her collarbone design, and her left wrist was pretty self-explanatory. Now he'd see her bravery symbol on her right shoulder, and the selfless one on her left. The back of her right shoulder was covered in a black and red floral pattern that fell diagonally across her back. It started around her symbol, giving it the effect of it growing out of it. She had more, but these were the ones currently exposed.

She checked her clock as she struggled to tame her hair. He would be here in twenty minutes, and she still looked like a mess. There was a new kind of nervousness pulsing through her body, making her fingers shake. It was Tobias, and she knew she shouldn't be so worried. But she couldn't help it. She'd never been on a date before.

An annoyed groan burst through her mouth as her fingers continued to get tangled in her hair. She'd cut it herself a few months ago, a week or two before she'd met Tobias, and it was choppy and everywhere constantly. The longest pieces currently fell to her jawline, but it was so wild, it was hard to tell.

She gave up after five minutes and began brushing her teeth, instead. Poe sat beside her, pressing his head into her thigh. He could tell she was getting stressed, and he wanted her to calm down. Tobias would be here soon.

"I know," she said, spitting out the last of the toothpaste and rinsing off the brush. "I'm trying. Just... I'm nervous." She sighed as she crouched down to be eye level with her dog.

He pressed his nose to hers. Don't be. He loves you as much as I do. Tris shook her head and planted a kiss on his snout. He'd always been good at chasing away her nerves, almost as good as he was at getting on them. It was because he was always right, and she was too proud to admit that.

But she loved him, and she knew she'd be nowhere without him.

There was a knock on the door. Suddenly all of the tension that had been slowly unknotting itself from her stomach slammed back inside of her, making her wince a bit. She stayed still.