Fate

Chapter Eight

Fate chapter eight

This'll be the last chapter of his story, other than an epilogue. I hope people liked reading it as much as I liked writing it :)

Tris Pov

Studying is harder than solving world hunger at this point. Trying to study for my junior year finals should be at the top of my priority list, but my mind seems to think differently.

I hear a knock on my door and Tobias' voice comes from outside. "Hey, I'm going into town, you wanna come out with me?"

I get up, glad to have an excuse to not be studying. I check my hair in the mirror, a habit that seems to have become routine since Tobias' arrival. When my dirty blonde locks are deemed presentable I throw on my good boots and run outside where Tobias is waiting for me. He's got the keys to my truck twirling around his finger, leaning against the peeling red door. The ever present smirk playing on his lips seem to do something to my intestines, and the way his gaze falls on me in a slightly protective, caring way...

I pull myself out of the trance and snatch the keys from his fingers.

"I don't remember you asking me permission to borrow these, mister." I say squinting my eyes accusingly but keeping my mouth upturned so he knows I'm not serious. After knowing his past it's no wonder he finds it difficult to distinguish sarcasm from verbal abuse.

"I don't remember you asking me permission to look so nice in those jeans, missy." He says in it such an off handed way, not changing stance or even shifting his gaze from my eyes, that I decide to not think much of it. I stick my tongue out and him and stick the keys into lock and open it but before I can hop in Tobias throws his body in the seat. "Let me drive." He says confidently, but I see something mischievous lurching behind those dark irises.

"If you get us lost I'm kicking put and driving home alone." I say, but slide into the passenger seat, obligingly.

"Ouch, that's pretty harsh I'd have to say."

"Oh, toughen up, and let's get going or we won't be home in time for nighttime feeding."

He steps on the gas, throwing me back and we both laugh. He seems a bit reckless but I'm not sure if he's just driving this way to amuse me or.. He runs a stop sign and my thoughts are confirmed.

"Tobias you don't have a drivers license do you?" I question, but It comes out like a statement.

He looks over at me far too long for some one with far too little experience on the road.

"How'd you figure it out?" He asks, the beginnings of a genuine grin playing on his face, lighting his eyes in a way that makes it hard for me to think.

"I could teach you if you'd like." I suggest.

He looks at me again, captivating me. "You would do that?" I nod in response and his grin spreads out fully, illuminating his face. "Well then get to teachin'" he says in a sorry excuse for a southern accent.

"Well for starters the speed limit on this road is 40 and your going 65, so slow down."

"I would love to Trissy, but I'm not sure where the break pedal is located" He see the look on my face and seems to sober down a bit and the car slows down to less breakneck speeds.

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I'm not sure how we make it to town but some how we do, and we even manage to successfully park in front of the local dinner, despite the fact that the truck manages to fill three parking spaces.

We get out grinning crazily, and whether it's Tobias' presence, or the adrenaline still pumping through my blood after the drive here, or a combination of both that is the reason for our crazed expressions I'm not sure, but the expression stays on my face and his throughout the night.