Safe at Last {ON HOLD}

Chapter 9

TRIS POV

I tell him everything, I have been needing to tell someone lately before everything clicks in place. "Well, I'm extremly dumb. Why did I tell you all that? You'll probably go off and tell your new best friend Tiffany." I tell him.

"What? Me and Tiffany are not best friends, or even friends for that matter." he tells me.

"Yeah, I'm not dumb. I can tell you're more than friends. The way she looks at you... it explains a lot."

"Tris, I don't like Tiffany."

"Oh yeah? Then why do you keep hanging out with her and talking to her? And just so you know, I hate her."

"I can tell. And if 'hanging out and talking to her' still applies to her dragging me places and not shuting up, then yeah, I do."

"That's not how it looks. You probably just think I'm a worthless peice of trash just like Tiffany and Beth."

"That's not what I think of you."

"Oh really? What DO you think of me then?" I ask, starting to raise my voice.

"That you're beautiful, strong, amazing; I think that you're perfect."

"Thats a funny joke."

"No Tris, I mean it. You are beautiful-"

"Nope"

"You are so strong because you deal with people like Tiffany and Beth every day, yet you don't even seem fazed by it-" he wraps his big, muscular arms around my tiny, bruised torso.

"That might be true..."

"And you're just... amazing and perfect. I've never really had any friends, I have a few, but I don't talk to them that often. I've never felt the same way about anyone then I feel about you, Tris." without warning he moves his face closer to mine and gently puts his lips on mine. They taste salty, but a bit minty, and are soft but slightly cracked. I don't pull back, I kiss him back, out of all people to kiss I choose the stranger that saved my life that I hardley even know. I kiss him harder and put a hand in his messy hair, while the other one goes against his firm chest. His hands move around my back before settling just above my hips. I hear footsteps, but I couldn't care less until I realize who's they are.

Standing in the doorway is an angry looking Tiffany with her arms crossed. "I thought Inwsrned you Tris." she says. She pulls on Tobias' shoulder to get him to look at ber. "I'll make this clear for you now Tobias, you're MINE. M-I-N-E MINE. Not Tris', not Beth's, MINE. So Tris, back off and Tobias, how could you do this to me?!?"

"Listen Tiffany," Tobias starts. 'Tobias please don't get me, or yourself into trouble...' I think to myself. "I'm not YOURS, so stop acting like I am. This is my life and I get to make my own decisions. It's never gonna happen."

"But we're soulmates! Two beautiful, amazing people-"

"Sorry, are you refering to me and Tris now?" I really should defend Tobias- but I don't want to make things worse for either of us. 'Tobias, be careful...' I think.

"No! Us Tobias, us! We would have been PERFECT!" Tiffany is yelling now. I pull on Tobias' shirt to get him to back up. Luckily, he gets my message and doesn't make another comment. I see Tiffany's hand flying by and I don't think, I just do. I quickly go onto my knees and stick my arm out infront of Tobias like a mother would do to a child if a car stoped abruptly. I hear the familiar sound of a slap and feel pain shoot through my arm.

"Ugh, I can't belive I ever liked you. Bye, and don't come running back to me." Tiffany says she she walks out and slams the door loud enough for everyone to hear.

Hey guys! I've been thinking: I've been having a hard time writing and staying focused on this book, so I'm considering archiving/deleting the book or put it on hold. I'm just not very proud of this and I don't want my profile to be filled with a bunch of terrible things. I already have another story that I have been working on (it's an original idea) so I might just work on both these then delete this when I publish the other one. Tell me what you guys think I should do.