A/N: In this chapter, Tobias is 15, and Tris and Caleb are both 13. This is my first Divergent story so please leave reviews and tell me if it is rushed.
Enjoy :)Tris POV
I grab the metal pole in front of me when the bus jerks over a pothole, for what seems like the twentieth time this ride. Caleb, who is standing in front of me, grabs my arm when I almost fall and steadies me.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it Beatrice." He says, and I know he really means it. In Abnegation you are supposed to help others and expect no praise, even if it's just a 'thank you' or a simple smile and nod. I look down at my gray abnegation shoes, and try to rub a scuff mark off with the other heel, looking for something to do in the silence.
"Beatrice, I want you to be ready." He says suddenly, but not too loud as to bring attention to ourselves. I look up at him. I know what he's talking about. We both turned thirteen, him a bit before me, so that means we are moving from the Mid-level of the school building and into the Upper one, where all the thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen year old faction students learn.
"I will be, Caleb. It's practically the same as the last level, minus the subjects."
He shakes his head. "Not entirely. The Mid and Lower level students are more kinder to the Abnegation then the Upper are. They're older than we are, and... Just, just be careful and don't draw attention to yourself, okay?" He says sincerely. I nod and he smiles before taking his arm back and turning around.
I think about what he said. I mean sure, sometimes a Candor smart-mouth or a cruel Dauntless would say something snarky about the way we dress all the same, or how we are 'do-gooders', but that was about all they would do. They were all bark, and no bite. Maybe it's different now, now that we're dealing with the older kids.
The bus slowly halts to a stop, right in front of the shiny, double doors of the school. Caleb gently presses me back when I try to walk down the aisle. Oh yeah, we're supposed to wait until everyone is off the bus, first.
We wait for a few more people until we hobble down the aisle, and walk off the bus. I hear a screeching of tires as it slowly drives away.
Children young and old press their bodies against us as they try to make their way up the few steps and into the building, not wanting to be late for their classes.
I look at Caleb and we walk up the steps together. He opens the door for me and we make our way towards the two flights of stairs required until the third level of the building. When we pass the elevators, I look at them longingly. I wish we didn't have to be selfless enough that we could at least spare the immense amount of trudging up the steps and take the elevator. But, sadly, that is self-indulgent.
When we finally make it up the flights of stairs I am nearly breathless and sweating a little, though Caleb just seems a bit out of air.
"Well, it's always the hardest the first time." He says, trying to lighten the mood. I stare at him questioningly, and he knows himself he is lying.
I adjust my books in my arms, and huff.
"Doesn't matter, that was awful. I only hope it's easier going d- OOF!" Something bumps into me, and I fall face forward, and my books scatter in front of me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" A boy's voice frantically says behind me. Caleb helps me to my feet while the boy collects my books, dodging the shoes threatening to step on his fingers.
He turns to me with his head down, and hands me my books. I can only see the top of his short, brown hair and his gray clothing. Abnegation.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you standing there. Somebody knocked into me, and I lost my balance and- oh that's no excuse." He finally looks up at me, or down, I should say, because he is at least 8 inches taller than me. His face is warm, despite his strong jaw and cheek bones. His eyes are wide with worry, and are a deep, stormy blue, except around his pupil, which are lighter. His eyebrows are black and furrowed. He's quiet handsome, really. And quiet older, too.
"O-oh. It's no trouble, really. Um.." I look around, and his face lightens and a small smile submerges.
"Good. By the way, I'm Tobias. Tobias Eaton." His smile brings a warm blush to my cheeks, though I'm not sure why.
"I'm Beatrice." I say.
"That's a pretty name. I take it you are new to the Upper level?" I nod my head, dumbfounded. I'm not used to compliments. Tobias shoves his hands in the pockets of his loose gray pants.
"It would be no trouble to show you to your classes. I mean, to make up for knocking you over." He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. Did a boy really just offer to take me to class? I smile.
"That would be-"
"Thank you for the offer, Tobias, but I think we'll be just fine. Come on, Beatrice, don't want to be late!" And with that Caleb whisks me away, dragging me down the hall.
"What was that for?" I ask in a harsh whisper. I try to tug my arm away but his grip doesn't falter.
"He was flirting with you, Beatrice! He's clearly much older than you! Fifteen, sixteen?!? I can't let him get to you, you're just thirteen!" Caleb says. He marches down the hall, looking at the sign by each door, I stumble to catch up to him.
"He was NOT flirting with me! He was just being nice! After all, he wanted to make it up for bumping me." I mumble. No, boys don't flirt with much younger Abnegation girls. And they especially don't flirt with young unattractive Abnegation girls.
"I don't care, maybe he really was just trying to be nice, but it doesn't matter. He's much older, Beatrice. You don't have any place to be involved in any way with him." And with that, he ends the discussion. I sigh and let myself be pulled along, but take a last look at the place at top of the stairs, but he's not there anymore.
Okay, how was that? Hopefully not too out of character. But remember, Tobias was Abnegation raised, he probably became more colder once he joined Dauntless, so he's nicer here. I also hope it wasn't rushed, but I don't think it was.
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