Our Two Bedroom Story

Summary: Tris is fresh out of college and her parents want her to follow in their footsteps and teach at the prestigious 'Abnegation Academy' – Here's the catch. Before she can secure a permanent position, she must complete a mandatory 1 year Teaching Residency at another school. But with 4 outstanding schools offering the residency, Tris' life is about to become a whole lot more complicated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, or any of its characters.

CHAPTER 1

Tris

The quiet hours of the night were a stark comparison to the nervous energy that had overtaken me almost entirely, the late summer wind and the constant hum of the city only serving to amplify the beating of my heart, loud and fierce and drumming with life.

As I looked out of the cab window, I admired the slowly fading bright lights that seemed to dim as I got further away from the windy city of Chicago. I was beyond tired. My flight from New York was only two and a half hours long, but somehow my luggage was put on the wrong plane. After 3 hours waiting at baggage claim to hear when my possessions would return, I found out that it was on the other side of the country. So naturally I decided to take my carry-on luggage and return the next day after work to collect the rest of my belongings.

The cab gently pulled up to the side of the road, and after I paid my fare, I stood outside the small townhouse with confusion. I rummaged through my purse, looking for the small piece of paper that had my new address printed in my mother's unmistakably neat cursive writing. After looking down from the paper and up to the letterbox a few times, I decided I was more tired than I first thought. As I approached the white door, I swore that the volume of the unidentifiable techno song was turned up even more than five seconds ago. After 6 loud knocks of the brass door knocker, the loud music was finally turned down with an unmistakable "Shh" coming through the door.

Loud footsteps were getting closer and closer to me before the large door was swung open rather abruptly. I looked up from my eye leveled view of an impeccably muscular shirt clad chest into the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen.

I looked down to hide my blush. "Um, sorry, are you Tobias Eaton?"

His gaze narrowed. "How do you know my real name?" He'd been drinking; I could smell it on his breath.

"I'm Tris; your father is friends with my parents. I'm supposed to move in today." I replied suddenly more confident.

He looked down on me with wonder in his blue orbs. While we were locked in a staring contest, both of us failed to hear and notice another two pairs of footsteps coming up behind Tobias.

"FOURRRR!" One of them shouted. "Who's at the door? Is it Santa?" Another obviously intoxicated voice bellowed.

I finally ripped my gaze away from my new roommates when I heard laughter.

"Well, now what do we have here?" the taller one said, looking around Tobias' shoulder at me.

I looked up at the men standing behind Tobias with a look of confusion on my face.

"Four, you didn't tell me you hired a stripper!" the other guy said with glee.

A strangled cough was let out of my mouth as my face lit up as bright as a tomato.

"Shut up Zeke," Four said, "I think the party is over."

Sounds of disapproval came from behind him as he stepped to the side to let me in.

With hesitance, I picked up my forgotten carry-on luggage and stepped over the threshold.

The house would be really nice, if there weren't red solo cups littering the floor and other various alcoholic beverages and rubbish.

While Tobias was kicking out the two other temporary and expendable resident's, I decided to look past the filth, and take a good look around the house I'd be living in for the next year. As I walked through the small hallway from the door, I noticed the bare walls. There were no pictures, no paintings, and no decorations at all. It was as if no one even lived there. 'This is going to have to change' I decided. As I stepped further into the house, I came across an open-plan living room, complete with a kitchen across the back wall, a black leather couch to the left facing the rather large flat-screen television. To the left of the kitchen was a small four chaired dining room table and a glass sliding door that overlooked what seemed to be a decent sized backyard.

After awkwardly standing there for what seemed like forever, Tobias finally came back into the living room.

"Sorry about them. They can be a bit over the top after a few drinks." Tobias apologised.

"So, all these cups on the floor are from you three?" I guessed.

"No. There were quite a few more people here, but they left because they have work tomorrow."

The blood drained from both of their faces with realisation.

"Crap." We said simultaneously.

As if we could read each other's minds, we both go to work in tidying the place up. Tobias went to the kitchen to get a garbage bag while I started to pick up the mostly empty cups on the floor.

Half an hour after we both started cleaning, the house was spotless, and we decided to call it a night.

"Hey," Tobias started, "thanks for your help. I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Tobias, welcome to Chicago."

I smiled. "Thank-you Tobias. It's very kind of you to let me stay with you. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. Our parents are friends, right? That means we're friends."

"I guess that does." I agreed. "Well, if you could show me my room, I've had a really long day."

Tobias pointed to a door besides the television cabinet and we both said good night.

Hey guys, new story (yay!). I'd love it if you't leave a nice review (if you want) of what you thought and if I should continue or not? I have so many ideas! thanks for reading :)