Splatter [DIVERGENT]

fifteen; screaming

Tris
6:17PM

"So," I begin, my arms increasingly sore from the motion they move in order to apply the paint consistently. "I was thinking about us, then I remembered there's this restaurant downtown."

Tobias glances over at me with a sole tugging at the corner of his lips. As he applies only the grey coat into my office, he nods in amusement.

My palms are glazed in a sheet of sweat, everything tempting to slip through my fingers due to how slippery they currently are. My heartbeat hammers against my ribs, and there's a mass pounding evacuating in my head.

I shouldn't be so overwhelmed with this, considering that we've escalated to a level where I've become open to expressing my real opinions about the world. This shouldn't stress me out so much, but it just feels like a rip.

Especially with Tobias looking at me like that.

"There's a billion restaurants in the city," he chirps, his lips folding against each other in glee. Why do I feel like he's enjoying me getting flustered? "You're gonna have to get more specific."

It evident that Tobias is clearly having fun making me admit the words out loud, I roll my eyes.

"The one beside McDonald's."

"There are also a billion McDonalds downtown."

"The Korean restaurant beside McDonald's."

"I can think of at least three."

"Oh my God, you're so annoying!" I groan, swinging my brush absently, not realizing that the paint had splashed all over Tobias.

He yelps, his roller dropping onto the floor as he clutches his white shirt. My grey eyes widen, my mouth spreading agape. That has to be a $40 shirt!

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, my cheeks glowering a bright shade of red. In the center of his short sleeve is a large stain of grey paint.

Tobias pouts, and I immediately want to dash to the mall and purchase another shirt.

But then, I watch his eyebrow quirk up before slowly bending to pick up his brush. My heartbeat increases, anticipating him to larger one of the brushes with paint to fall on me.

Yet, Tobias chooses to lift up an entire paint can fill with green liquid.

Cooling back, my hands immediately fly to protect my face. Even though Tobias has a definite height advantage, I would severely like the avoid paint getting into my eye—or to dodge this whole scenario completely.

"Tris, are you talking about Makimono?" He asks with a smirk tinging on his lips.

Today, I decided to dress in a pair of light blue overalls with black long sleeves underneath. Luckily, I didn't wear white or silver.

Nodding, I feel the tendons on my neck strike out.

But, Tobias continues taking snail steps towards me, his fingers gripping the ledge of the paint can.

"Aha," I reply shakily, gritting my teeth together. "Tobias, you like sushi, right?"

He looks up to the ceiling, pretending to contemplate his answer for a minute. "I've never tried it before, but I'll be fine to try it." Then, just as I'm about to release a breath of relief, he continues, "but, only if I get to do one thing beforehand."

"What is it?"

Please say 'kiss me.'

His dark eyes are cast with a blazing torch held inside, fireworks glazing underneath. Tobias pinches his lips together, tilting his head to the side--and God does his jawline look like it can cut glass.