(Eren P.O.V)

I walked up to the door and knocked. The teacher opened it and looked at me like I was the most disgusting person. She'd probably seen the news.

"I need to speak to Bertholdt," I said very calmly.

"Do you have a pass or something?" She asked.

"Why would i need a pass?" I replied.

"To take Bertholmeul out of class..." she gave me a you-dumbass look.

"Er... no ma'am... they... they didn't give me one?" I winged it.

She snorted, "Bertholemuel."

"Please, that's not my name," he mumbled and walked out with a blush on his face.

"Bertholdt, what the fuck? I'm hurting so fucking bad right now. Where's the fucking weed?" I said once the door was shut.

"I'm sorry dude," he grabbed it out of his pocket, "I just got scared this morning so," he looked around viciously while he talked to me.

I grabbed it out of his hand, "yeah, whatever dude, so about this drug dealer thing."

Bertholdt made a weird noise and looked at me with fear, "What?"

"What'd you fucking tell him?" I got closer to him, looking up intimidatingly at him.

"I..." he pushed me away and hurriedly went back into his classroom.

"Pussy!" I yelled.

The teacher started coming towards me, so I took off back to my classroom.

At lunch I didn't sit down with Annie although it was Monday.

As I sat down, I could already feel awkward tension. I knew it wasn't with me and Mikasa, or with me and anyone at all.

Armin spoke up, "Eren? But its Monday."

"Eh, they're kind of annoying," I said sitting by Mikasa.

I was trying to figure out who was making it so awkward. Mikasa kept staring at her food, not eating. I looked at jean, he was doing the same.

I grunted and also looked down, "So, Mikasa," I looked up and smiled, "What'd you think of The Mummy?"

She looked at me and narrowed her eyes, "What?"

"What'd you think of the mummy?" I whispered, looking up, "What was so hard to comprehend about that?"

"Eren," jean looked at him, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm not doing anything at all. I'm just asking what she thought of The Mummy," I glared at Jean.

"It was a good movie," she looked back down.

"Oh, and since Jean went with her, how was the movie Jean?" I looked at him.

"Why don't you tell us how the movie was?" Mikasa spoke up, "Oh, and since Annie saw it with you, let's ask her as well."

"...We went as friends," I said.

"Mm? So did jean and I."

I didn't know what else to say so I just blurted out, "Whys is it so fucking awkward?" I looked at Jean.

He turned his head to the side.

"Its not," Sasha said, poking her food.

"Mikasa and I kissed," jean whispered.

Eren's mouth was gaped open slightly, "What the fuck?"

Mikasa got up and left the lunch room. Eren followed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled at her once they got in the hallway.

"You'd been neglecting me for a fucking week," she turned around, but kept walking backwards.

"So you kiss that douche bag?"

"Why not?" She turned back around.

"I don't know, maybe because you're my fucking girlfriend?"

She stopped and slowly tuned around, "Didn't seem like it."

"What?"

"Seemed like Annie'd been replacing me."

"That's fucking ridiculous," I rolled my eyes.

"Is it?"

I paused. She had been flirting with me for the past couple of days and hugging up on me.

"Okay, well, I didn't fucking kiss her."

"I'm sorry I kissed Jean okay? He just wasn't being a dick, unlike someone," she came closer to me, raising her voice.

"I... i told you I was sorry c'mon."

"Eren, I'm carrying your fucking child," she kept coming closer, "You wanna know why? Cause you were careless enough to get your ass drunk and fuck me without wearing a condom or pulling out like a fucking dumbass."

"Keyword, drunk," I said, starting to get angry.

She lifted her hands, "I'm sure it wouldn't be any different if you weren't," and smiled.

"You fucking bitch."

"You fucking dick."

I shoved her against the wall, "What the fuck, I just don't understand, while your pregnant with my child, you'd fucking kiss that horse shit," only one of my arms was on the wall, but it kept her in place.

"I don't know why I did it," she looked down.

I didn't really know what to say so I just stood there. I shifted uncomfortably and awkwardly.
We avoided eye contact.

The she whispered, "Why'd you try to rob that store?" She asked.

"Huh? Did you see it on the news?"

"You're on the news? For fucks sake Eren," she looked up at me, "Youre so sickening."

I grunted and placed my other hand on the wall, "Fuck you."

"Really? Wow," she tried to push away from me, but I held her in place.

She pushed and pushed again then screamed, hitting my chest. I slammed into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and instantly fell into the kiss.

I shoved my tongue in her mouth without permission and ran my hands up her shirt.

"R-right here?" She asked.

"Mhmm," I said in between kissing her and pushed her into the nearest bathroom. I pushed her into a stall and locked the door, "Be quiet okay?"

"Okay," she grabbed me again.

She fumbled with my belt and unbuckled it in a hurry.

-

We came out way past lunch. Turns out we'd been in the guys restroom, so I had to hide Mikasa as she came out.

Her hair was a mess, but I didn't bother to tell her. I was still zipping my pants as we came out. We separated without saying bye and went to our classes.

(Mikasa P.O.V.)

I tried, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I bit my lip and smiled. Then I shook my head. He was way too rough... what about the baby? Oh well, what harm would it do if it had screwed up the chances of it being born.

-

I didn't want to ride home with Eren because I wasn't so sure what was going on with us at this point, so that meant I had to ride the bus.

The thing is, my teacher asked me to stay after school and talk to him about how my grades had been dropping.

So, I'm in first load, which means my bus leaves almost as soon as school ends. I tapped my foot as my teacher talked. It felt as if he went on for hours.

School ended at 4:00 and he kept me 'till 4:20. I rolled my eyes as I walked out of his room. I'd missed my bus, and all of my friends had left already, so I couldn't ride home with anyone.

I sighed. I live about 3 miles away. I'd have to walk almost 2 hours-ish to get to my house, unless I waited for Levi to get home from work, which, he worked late today so that'd be waiting for five hours at the school.

I braced myself for the longest walk I'd ever taken in my life. It was 95 F°, and I was already sweating 10 minutes into the walk.

I stayed on my phone until it died, which was 30 minutes into the walk. I sat down and took a break. Pit stains formed under my arms.

"Ugh," I said getting up.

I kept walking for another thirty minutes when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw a guy in a hoodie following me.

He was a good distance away, but I picked up my speed anyways. He trailed behind me for at least 20 minutes, but I'd only been going straight, so maybe he wasn't following me.

To test my theory, I turned a few corners. Nope, I was being followed. I took so many turns I wasn't sure where I was anymore, but I didn't care, I was starting to get scared by this man behind me, and all I wanted to do was get away from him.

About 10 minutes later I noticed another guy on the opposite side of the street. He also had on a hoodie and some gloves. He kept glancing at the man behind me.

I got more nervous and picked up my speed again. They picked theirs up with mine. I, still, kept turning corners, and I, still, was being followed.

Sweat, not from the heat, poured down from my hair and dripped down my face. They'd been keeping their distance for a while, but now, they started getting closer.

I kept turning and turning corners. Soon, I was going through alleys and more alleys. A third man joined them.

5 minutes later, I was faced with a wall. I heard one of them chuckle.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, failing to hide the fear in my voice.

"When you get out of the hospital, make sure to tell your boyfriend to not fuck with Sinaloa," the one with gloves said coming closer to me.

As he got closer he pulled off his gloves. It revealed fist spikes under them.