Chapter eight: When the Jealousy hits, drown in it.

{This is a filler chapter to help move the story along, and show Eren's feeling development. No particular "plot" but it does have significance, however it's shorter then usual. Also, I want to say that I am sorry for slow updates, all of my classes are AP and College level and it slows my progress, I had to write three different two or more paged summaries for Astronomy, I had so much trig homework, I already had a project for Forensics, Questions to answer in my AP English class for each chapter of The Great Gatsby, and for pages of notes per chapter for AP US History...wtf?I got a 98 on my trig test and a 96 on my AP English test though...so my absence pays off! (I got an 82 for AP US 😢 Ew.}

It was a nice day, the sun obviously peaking out through the clouds as if to let us know he still exists, the wind harshly whispering in my ears, and forcing the trees to dance. Despite the wind and clouds, it was actually quite hot so it was the perfect weather for my favourite hoodie which was styled as a muscle tee shirt and had no sleeves at all, of course to go with the black top I had chosen a deep grey cargo pants and had the cuffs of the legs pulled over my black rebar timberlands. The pavement I walk on was spotted, patches either bathed in the shadows or illuminated by the sunlight because of the blotchy clouds in the sky. I had my earbuds in and blasted Linkin Park's "Lost In the Echo." My long legs effortlessly carried me to my destination with such a fascinatingly fast pace that I was unaware that I had arrived until a voice called me out to say that I was walking past them, the annoying snort of Jean's mouth accompanied the whispers of the wind. "Shut it horse face." I call out and yank one headphone out of my ear, rolling my eyes and walking towards them, they were resting under a tree which provided so much shade. I throw myself  next to them and groan. "God...I'm so sore..." Coach had me running laps yesterday for some unknown reason, I feel like he did he because the world decided to let everyone know what I had done to Armin.  Thats Beautiful Son of a Bitch.

"Who'd you fuck?" Connie asked nonchalantly as he sipped on the original flavoured ramune, I snorted his time and shook my head as Jean threw his head back with laughter.

"Well, fuck...you just get right to the point don't you?" Jean asked rhetorically , and groaned with a smile as he rubbed his right eye with the heal of his palm. Connie chuckled, shrugging his shoulders with a recognisable smirk before leaning back to lay against the shaded ground.

"Gosh, the people I surround myself with..." I mutter, Jean and Connie snicker making a triumphant smile graze my features.

"Oh please, your dumbass can't befriend anyone else!" Connie says loudly from his place on the ground, slamming my fist into his bicep, he squeaks like a girl making Jean and I break into a fit of laughter, eventually Connie joined in too when Jean started turning red and how I chocked on my own laughter.  "You fucks, I couldn't breath."

"That's your own god dammed problem, Eren." Cried Jean who fisted his chest to clear his throat from laughing to hard.

"Some friends."

"You need us."

"I need Jean, he's got the weed." Connie sat up and slapped my chest making us laugh once more. "You're just the wife, I'll find myself a mistress soon too."

"How dare you say that, I reckon we get divorced!" Connie cried, pettily and femininely crossing his arms over his chest. "Jean, will you propose to me instead?" Connie said sticking his tongue out, I roll my eyes expecting Jean to say no and side with me, instead he's on one knee handing him the weed instead of an engagement ring.

"Not the weed, oh sweets I'm sorry, we won't get divorced and the weed'll be safe with us,"
I plead.

"Hmm, no, yes Jean, I'll marry you."

"Not the weed!" I cry, falling backwards right on the root of a tree.  "Well fuck me!" I cried once more.

"Bitch, you're a fucking dom., don't even say that shit..." Jean whispers as he and Connie fall deeper into their roles as Connie cradles the "weed baby" and scolds Jean for using such language in front of the child. "Sorry, sorry..." Jean mummers as he watches Connie carefully roll the weed and gasp with adoration.

"We make the cutest kids, Jean." Connie said factually, Jean nodding in agreement.

"That could've been us, Connie..." I say feigning a heartache.

"Was-sup Gaylord's!" Shouts a voice making us all jump, Jean and Connie scrambling to keep the weed from touching the dewy grass. "Oops, almost ruined the weed?" Reiner says with little to no care.

"You monster..." Connie playful sneers, hugging the blunt into his chest. Jean's hands placed over Connie's for triple protection. 

"Trying to kill our child, the fuck is wrong with you."

"Connie's cheating on you bro," Reiner says and slaps my shoulder.

"I know, but Gosh do I love their child." I say before flinching at how wrong that sounds "I-"

"You fucking rapist, don't you dare touch Jean Jr." Connie says quickly.

"You're naming him after me..." Jean says with a gasp.

"Oh, of course, your name suits him best." Connie reassures him.

"And you included me in being a Gaylord, why?" I inquire incredulously as my hand points at the two boys cooing over an imaginary family. I swear, I have the best friends, of I'll never tell them that though.

"So!" Reiner says loudly, making all of us jump at his booming voice. "Are you queers reading to go back to my place," Connie fearfully cradles the weed with Jean, "don't worry Mr. and Mrs. Kirsten, I have my own weed." We all break into a laugh at Reiner's comment, afterwards we all stood and stretched out legs, reluctantly, the happy couple handed over their beloved child in order to wake up their own sore muscles and tendons.

"Let's get, bitches!" Connie says loudly.

"And you scolded Jean for cursing," Connie barks out laughter, shoving my shoulder playfully as I hand him back Jean Jr. and we all proceeds to exit the park and head in direction of Reiner's place.

Reiner and Connie walk ahead of Jean and I, Connie bothering Reiner with Jean Jr. and showing him off much to Reiner's content, so I didn't have to worry about an aggravated Reiner. Jean sighs and turns to me, cocking his chin out with slight arrogance before speaking to me with his head locked in the same position as though he was balancing an invisible glass of water upon his chin. "Marco is doing better, much better, he wanted to me to thank you again," he starts and lowers his head, "he always gets so chocked up about it when he speaks of it..."

"He's allowed to, that was traumatising, tell him...tell him I say that you're very welcome." I say, the mood settling into a silent euphoria.

"Armin...he-uh," there was a pause.

"Armin what?" I say quicker than I would have preferred.

"He was talking about you the other day, he-"

"Catch up slow pokes!" Reiner says loudly.

"I'll tell you later." Jean reassure me, I nod my head although I'm still curious.

So we walk into town, cracking jokes and making small innuendos here and there along the way, our laughs louder then the honk of a large ship. As we were walking and Jean was explaining the importance of pronunciation and annunciation, I heard a familiar noise, the tone soft and soothing as ungulates down. My eyes wondered across the street and I felt my heart clench. There sat Armin, in the chair of café as he had his head leaned back in laughter, the oh so sweet tone, but my heart twisted in an unfamiliar sensation when he leaned over the table to hold another man's hand. Said man leaned back over to whisper something in the beauty's ear making the blond giggle gingerly. Confused and jealous, I stomp over, telling them boys to give me a minute and race across the street.

"Armin." I say shocking the boy, making him jump in his seat and turn to me with a hand over his heart.

"Well, geez Eren, you scared me..." He trails off before he giggles, deciding that he didn't want to coo at the cute giggle because it was simply too gay, he cocks his head in the direction of the sweaty-looking and unmistakably looming male besides Armin. 

"Who is he?" I ask bluntly, silently cursing myself but deciding that it was too late to try and fix it. Thank fully, Armin was unaware of my true intention and instead sat there in front of the small café window, the subtle breeze gently making the strands of his hair dancing to the whispers of the wind, his tight fitting diluted blue dress shirt was gently rocked, as much as they could be considering they were tucked into his white pants, and I couldn't help myself but to notice the way he wore black Sharnbrooks Suede Chelsea boots to match. The soft scent of his and his friends coffee linger around us, his cherry red lips pulled back to reveal his pearly white teeth. The big cerulean eyes were crescent from his smile as he tilts his head every so slightly, his gentle scent mingling in the air as well.

"Bertholdt! This is Bertholdt," he gestures to the male to smiles brightly at me and of course I return said smile, "and this," he now gestures his perfectly long and slender fingers at me, "is Eren, I believe I mentioned him to you before..." He ponders only for a moment. "Yesterday, I believe."

"The boy you tutor?" Armin only nods. "Then yes, you have." A sharp shrill of a cell phone ringing cuts the introduction short. "Excuse me for a moment," he says, and Armin only mouths the words I was dying to and needed to hear for some reason, 'girlfriend'.

"I just wanted to tell you, that uh, I can't make it to Saturday tutoring...so may I get your number...in the case where I end up going anyways..." 'Fuckin' smooth Eren', can't even ask for a number without sounding dumb and gay, although I was internally beating myself to the pulp, Armin seemed-once again-unaware of my intents.

"Oh sure!" Armin says as loudly as he can without interrupting Bertholdt's conversation. "That'll be very helpful actually," he paused and makes grabby hands at my phone, quickly I give it over and we exchange phone number. With that I left, meeting back with the boys and we continued our travel to Reiner's house.

"What was that all about?" Jean questions, I shrug my shoulders.

"Just telling him that I can't make it to Saturday tutoring..."

"But, you're free on Saturday's," I nod.

"I know."

That Saturday was spent alone in my room, curled up in my sheets with Oh Wonder playing a beautiful soft beat through my ear buds, the soft pitter-patters on the rain that clashed against my window helped calm me even more so, the gently sway of my body helped to ease my mood only slightly.

My finger lingering over the send button, my lip tentatively being tugged at by my cuspate tooth, my heart oh so foolishly racing.

'Sorry, but I'm not free today_'