AN: Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! Just kidding, but I am really sorry I haven't updated in a long long long time but I got busy and lazy and also I needed time to recover from the ending of Allegiant (yes it took me this long). I'm not going to say it won't happen again because it probably will but sorry in advance. Read! Review! Enjoy!

Tris' POV

I sit in the middle of the studio, alone, stretching everything I can. It's been few weeks since I've done any dancing. I've been so busy, working at the tattoo parlor and spending time with Tobias, I've sort of neglected my usual routine.

We're not really supposed dance during the break—Lauren says it's a time for us to heal—but I can't stay away. When I dance I feel free and beautiful; who doesn't want to feel that way?

I get up and walk over to the stereo to turn it on. The beginning notes of a classical song I've never heard fill the studio and I close my eyes to let the music wash over me. I try not to think and let my feet carry me across the floor. I don't need to know the song to be able to dance to it; I just need to able to feel it.

I go up on point and start to turn and fly across the hardwood floor. I don't even know what I'm doing or if the moves even look good together, but it feels amazing.

I continue to improvise dances for a few more songs until I run out of energy. I stop and look at myself in the huge mirror on the wall. I'm sweating and wisps of hair are plastered to my forehead but my expression looks relaxed and content. Dancing has always been a great stress reliever for me.

Then my eyes drift down to area of my body that should be blessed with curves, but instead is all hard lines and angles. Christina always tries to tell me that I have a nice body, that I have just the right amount of curves.

"You have just enough so that you're hot, but not so much that you're trashy, Tris. You're perfect. You're proportionate," I remember her saying to me.

I tilt my head to the side and sigh.

I do not see what she is seeing.

Suddenly, I see something in the mirror's reflection. A man standing in the doorway of the studio, smiling at me.

Tobias.

I turn around and flash him a coy smile. "Really, Tobias? I mean, I know you're obsessed with me, but I thought you'd be above stalking."

He starts walking toward me and I really look at him. He's wearing a white dress shirt, with a black tie and pants. His hair is slightly disheveled, like he styled it but it was mussed in the wind. God, he looks sexy.

I cover myself up with my arms, feeling self-conscious. He's standing here looking gorgeous as ever and I'm in a ridiculously tight leotard with sweat practically dripping off me.

"Stalking?" Tobias says, snapping me back into reality. "Don't flatter yourself. It's not that hard to find you considering you go a total of, like, four places."

With a smirk, he slowly leans down and presses his soft lips again mine. The kiss is short and sweet and it leaves me wanting more.

I pull back looking at him skeptically. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," he answers, with a smug smile. "And I have a serious ballet question for you."

"Shoot."

"How do you go on the tips of your toes like that… doesn't it hurt?"

I laugh a little. "Well, there are wooden blocks on the tips of the shoes that help you stay on pointe. Usually, people wear gel pads to cushion their toes, but it still hurts like hell. I mean, you get used to it, but my feet are perpetually red, callused, and blistered. I can do it without the shoes, you know?"

"Yeah, right," he chuckles.

"I can!" I protest indignantly.

"Show me."

"Fine." I quickly untie the pink ribbon on my shoes and shove them into Tobias' chest.

I walk over to the barré so that I have something to use if I lose my balance. I place my feet in first position and slowly lift off the ground on to the tips of my toes. Tobias stares at me, wide eyed.

I laugh and quickly drop back down on the floor.

"Don't expect me to ever do that again. It's really bad for your feet." I point a finger at him.

"Then why'd you do it?" He asks as I saunter over to him

"I wanted to prove you wrong," I retort as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss.

I pull away and look at him questioningly "So, you want to tell me what you're doing here and why you're so dressed up? I've never seen you in a tie before."

"Get your stuff together. I have a surprise for you," he says, a grin spreading across his face.

"A surprise?" I complain as I grab my dance bag. "I don't really like surprises."

"You'll like this one."

"How do you know?" I question skeptically.

"It's a surprise anybody, even you, would like," he teases.

"You should just tell me what it is now." I put a pair of yoga pants on over my tights and leotard and slip my shoes on.

He laces his fingers with mine as we walk out of the studio. "And why on Earth would I do that?"

"So, I can tell you if it sucks and then you can change it."

"My surprise doesn't suck," Tobias says feigning hurt.

"You should let me be the judge of that." We start down the street toward my apartment building.

"Fine, I'll tell you the surprise." I look at him expectantly. "Well, we're going to go to your apartment and you're going to put a nice dress on and then I'm going to treat you to dinner at Ruth Chris. And that's all I planned. After that we can do anything you want."

My eyes widen. Ruth Chris is expensive. Really expensive.

"Why?" I ask.

"You're my girlfriend and I realized that the only time I ever actually taken you out was for burgers. I wanted to do something nice, to show you how much you mean to me."

I laugh a little. "And you thought the best way to do that was with overpriced food."

"Well, you do love food, Tris."

"You got me there. But, I definitely don't have any dresses nice enough for that restaurant."

"Well, then it's a good thing Christina is going to let you borrow one of hers, isn't it?"

I stay silent. "Run out of things to complain about, Tris?" Tobias teases me.

"Just about."

"So, does my surprise suck?" He says it jokingly but I look at him and see that he really wants me to like it. It could be worse.

"It's acceptable," I concede.

He smiles at me. "I'm glad you approve."

I sit across from Tobias, fidgeting and uncomfortable. Christina gave me possibly the tightest dress on the planet. The dress is short, fitted and covered entirely with black lace with some sort of mauve fabric underneath it. It's the perfect mixture of slutty and classy as Christina put it.

She was right about the slutty part. Jesus, this thing is practically a shirt.

Tobias is telling me some story about Zeke and him doing God knows what, God knows where. I occasionally nod my head and smile but all I can think about is this dress/shirt exposing my ass to the rest of the restaurant. Tobias notices I'm not paying attention and trails off.

"Oh no, please, finish your story; I was paying attention. You and Zeke were…somewhere, doing…something," I say, in a pointless attempt to convince him I knew what his story was about.

"Tris, obviously something is bothering you. Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to force it out of you?" he says with a playful smile.

"You're going to think I'm being silly."

"I promise I won't."

"Fine," I take a breath, "It's just that my dress is really short and revealing and I'm just not used to dressing like this. And these heels I'm wearing are ridiculously tall, like, seriously, they're 7 inches. I don't know how I didn't fall flat on my face walking here. I look like a hooker and I feel so uncomfortable." He doesn't respond. I start to think that he thinks I look stupid in the dress too, when he speaks.

"Tris. You are beautiful to me, no matter what you're wearing. True, the outfit isn't really your style, but you look amazing, either way. Not hookerish at all."

Just as I am about to respond, I hear a voice from behind me say, "Oh, barf. That was almost too corny to be believable. You shouldn't lie to her like that, just boosts her already-too-big ego."

Molly.

I slowly turn around to see Molly and Peter standing behind, with fake smiles plastered across their faces. Every muscle in my body goes tense, and I pray to God that they don't do anything that will scare Tobias away.

"Well Beatrice, don't be rude. Introduce us to your little friend," Peter says.

Tobias stands. "Tobias Eaton." He holds out a hand for Peter to shake, but Peter doesn't react. Tobias awkwardly places his hands in his pockets. "May I ask who you two are?"

"Peter."

"Molly. Charmed, I'm sure. We dance with Tris at Joffery Ballet. I'm sure she's told you about us."

"Not to my recollection," Tobias replies stiffly.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Tris is usually too wrapped up in her own little Prima-ballerina world, to notice the lowly demi-soloists." Molly acts as if the answer was a joke, but the look on her face tells me it was really the opposite. My fingers curl around the edge of my seat and refrain from saying the millions of comebacks that I have in my head. I see out of the corner of my eye that Tobias is staring at me with confusion but I refuse to make eye contact with him. I know what he's thinking: why am I not defending myself? But, if I did that, I would be giving Peter and Molly exactly what they wanted. They want to get a reaction out of me, so I just don't let what they say get to me.

"So, Tris," Peter says, with a devilish grin on his face," I have two questions: What the hell are you wearing and how much did you pay Tobias to go out with you? Or maybe the more appropriate question would be how much did he pay you because… really that outfit. I know dancers don't make the most money but selling your body to make a little extra is kind of extreme."

My face goes bright red. Peter sees my embarrassment and takes it as another opportunity to pounce. So he continues.

"But, really, Tobias if you are paying her, you really aren't getting your money's worth because, trust me, she's not the best kisser. I've been there, done that. And if you want to do anything more, well, let's just say, I don't think she's very experienced in that category."

I just sit there silently as Molly laughs. Tobias waits a second to see if I'm going to say anything. When I don't, he speaks up. "Okay listen up, asshole, why don't you get the fuck out of our faces so we can try to enjoy the rest of our dinner, which you so rudely interrupted."

Peter chuckles. "Woah, tough guy." He steps so that he right in Tobias' face and says, "What are you going to do if we don't?"

My eyes widen as I see what happens next. Tobias brings is hands up to Peter's chest and pushes him so he falls on to the table next to us. When Peter regains his balance, Tobias' arms swing around and his fist connects with Peter's face. I hear an awful crack and then see blood pouring from Peter's nose.

I pull some money from my clutch and throw it down on the table. Before he can cause any more damage, I grab Tobias' arm and quickly exit the restaurant. Once we're outside I quickly drop his arm and start walking down the street, away from him. My heels are high and hard to walk in, but I hope he can tell I'm walking away mad.

"Tris!" He calls after me. "Where are you going? The car is parked down the other way!"

I stop and whip around to face him. "Do you really think I want to fucking go home with you after that?"

Tobias jogs over to me. "What did I do wrong? That asshole deserved it. I was defending you, since you didn't seem to want to do it for yourself."

"Excuse me, but I was doing fine without your so called 'help'. I was handling it. What you did, was giving those two exactly what they wanted. They wanted a reaction out of us, and that's exactly what you gave them. And punching Peter? That was definitely too far. I, on the other hand, was letting them know they weren't bothering you."

"They weren't bothering you? I'm sorry, but your silence was just screaming 'I have no self-respect'. If you had just told them off from the second they got there, we wouldn't be in this situation."

That pushes me over the edge. "Who are you to tell me how to live my life? I've known you for what a month? Two? And you think you have me all figured out. I am not some scared little child you need to teach how to act. I can handle myself fine without your help." I turn around and head back down the street.

I hear Tobias call my name as I walk.

I do not look back.

AN: Okay I promise I will not fall of the face of the earth again. I'm seriously going to try to finish this fic by the end of the summer so I don't neglect it during the school year, like I did this year. Also, I might try writing another fic, in addition to this one, so comment some ideas of what you'd like to see! Thank you soo much for reading.