Chapter five: You're doing this on purpose

I'm literally King, you honestly cannot say that I am not, thanks to myself...and Armin,...mostly, I managed to pass my recent English exam. And no, not by scraping the bottom of the barrel, I got a fucking 68 that's three higher than I simple 65. You should see the look on my face as I sit in the back of the classroom and stare at my grade with a huge grin, I know my grade will not improve much and I'm in my last form so I should be getting higher grades by now, but I'm doing better thanks to the blonde nerd, who pisses me off. I sigh with content and quickly fold the paper up and neatly pack it away in my folder so that it won't go everywhere because that is so fucking annoying, I don't understand how people can just shove their books and papers into their rucksack or even their pockets, like, what are you doing? Are you okay? Do you need some help, maybe I can find you a personal helper who knows how to organise your shit, I might be stupid but at least I know how to do simple things such as properly put away papers and such. So here I sit with my face contorted in pure disgust as Connie shoves his papers into his bag, I can hear them getting crunched together and I can clearly see that one of them has become torn as a huge corner comes drifting off of the paper. "Oh mein Gott. Warum bin ich Freunde mit dich? Warum musst du zerstört, mein Gefühl der Ganzheit. Ich hasse dich, Connie." I say to him, he looks up me and shrugs his shoulder as if he hadn't done anything wrong, this boy, this poor little bald boy needs so much help that I don't know where to start. "Stop..." I whine and seat his hands away as he tried to pile the rest in to his rucksack. "Give it to me." I say and hold out my hands to retrieve the paper from him as he shakes his head, I raise my brow and he quickly hands over the paper, I glare at him and he returns it before we both chuckle.

"Good luck with finding a place to tuck it into, I'm a mess bro." He says, and I should have listened to him. I gaped at the bag with my chin basically touching the floor beneath my feet, I couldn't tell which half of a paper belonged to another because everything was far to mixed to see, I couldn't even tell he kept his books in here because you couldn't see them!

"How?" I asked and dug my hand into the bag and lifted up a handful of torn sheets of paper, he bit him bottom lip and looked at the papers as if his eyes were glued to the sheets before we both bursts into laughter, the class looking at us as if we are insane and Mr. Eld stated before resuming to hand out the test which, as I said before, I passed.

"Dude, I don't even know.." He said as we laughed, not knowing what to do with the torn paper in my hand, I swallowed my pride and stuffed them back into his bad. "What did you get on the test?" I held up my hands and smirked, I heard a loud clash from the front of the classroom and saw Sasha wrestling with Jean for a chip, and as everyone can see, the chip wasn't hers. The teacher pays no mind to the situation considering she does this constantly, Sasha is many unknown things, but her love for food is most obvious.

"Let it go...bitch..." Jean whispered loudly at which she remarked with a shake of her head, I looked at Connie as he smiled fondly at her.

"And you love that?" I inquired rhetorically and snickered as he shook his head at me.

"Yes Jäger, I do." He laughed before looking at me. "It sounded like we are getting married." We both laughed, the idea of marrying another male made me cringe internally but I know Connie is straighter then a line, and so am I.

"Where's the ring, Ms.Jäger?" I joked.

"Oh dear," Connie started and looked around his desk jokingly, "I must of lost it while washing your plate." His high-pitched voice made me choke up with laughter when a hand slammed down on Connie's table.

"Dude, go take care of your girl." Jean said, his eye twitched as he looked back over his shoulder and we watch Sasha searching the desk for the chips.

"But Connie's my wife?" I say making Connie sputter out laughter and Jean wiggle his eyebrows.

"No, but really, go promise her Korean food or something."
Jean said, and quickly took his seat as Connie ask's the teacher if he can talk to Sasha outside.

"So, what's up hor-"

"No no, not that nickname." He said and held up his hands with a glare, I chuckled and waved him off before speaking.

"I talked to Marco the other day." I say and stare at the doodle I'm engraving into the desk.

"Yeah? Ho-how is he?" He ask with a stutter, I role my eyes and answer back.

"He doesn't look okay, poor boy got afraid of Ar- of his own friend at first," I refuse to say his name out side of tutoring, "he was glad to hear you were worried about him though, made Marco blush." I added and put my pencil down to inspect Jeans features which seemed pretty calm, hm? So he isn't into Marco, I could've sworn that he is, but I'm not complaining.

"Really? That's good, I guess." He says and turned to face the teachers desk, I wonder if he's smirking?

"Yeah, I have tutoring with, uh.."

"Armin." He said quickly.

"Yeah, I have tutoring with him today, I'll tell Marco you say hello."

"Marco still goes to the tutoring sessions?" I nodded. "Well, it has only been like, what? A week now?" He says and thinks over it, I nod my head and jerk backwards on my chair as the door swings open and Sasha happily trudged to her seat and Connie walks over to Jean and I. "She seems happy, promised her your four inch dick?" I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing but to no avail because as I stared at a bright red Connie the situation only became funnier.

"Dude, what the hell...of curse I did...but with a side of fries too." Jean now joined into the laughter and Connie, my sides now hurting as the teacher began to yell at us to be quiet or we'll all be sent to the principles office, not a place that I haven't been to but not a place that I'll like to go to again. I bite my thumb to keep myself from laughing as Jean bite his lip as he walked back to his seat and Connie held his breath.

"Side of fries?" I whisper, he shrugs his shoulders and whispers back:

"It makes all them girls go crazy."

Let's just say Connie and I visited a very angry person after that comment.

I slung my rucksack over my shoulder and yawned as I waved goodbye to Connie and Jean whom decided to 'study' after school, basically meaning Jean will Study while Connie does something batshit crazy. I heard a honk from across the school parking lot and looked up to see who it was, because I am a very nosey person. "Eren?" I looked over my shoulder and saw Mikasa standing literally, and I mean literally, right behind me.

"Shit, Mika," I start and move forward and away from her body, "personal space." She rolls her eyes and moves her head in the direction of the car which I'm not allowed to drive because of my 'excessive anger' and 'dangerous road-rage', I just really hate slow people. My prescription wasn't ready the late time I went to pick it up because I had read the date wrong, so until I start taking them again I'm not allowed near a steering wheel unless it's being grasped by another person.

"You're going to be late." She says in her normally light tone of voice, I shake my head and wave her off.

"It's not like I enjoy going anyways, at least going late means less time with the nerd and Marco." I say and check my watch. '3:24' "oh mein Gott, Mika, we've have enough time.

"No, there's traffic in the roads, so haul your ass in the car, or do I have to carry you like a child?" She says, her voice going two octaves lower then usual.

"I think I should get in the car." She nodded her head and we both crossed the parking lot to the left, thank fully we got front parking, but sadly it was all the way near the end. "Hey, Mika?"

"Yes?" She asks and enters the drivers seat as I take my place in the passengers seat. She seems tense, Mikasa doesn't talk much but at least with my she forms actually sentences. I brush it aside and ask my question.

"How long will I have to do this Tutoring for?" I ask as I removed my rucksack and rest it on my lap, my gaze drifting towards the window, as I awaited her response I watched the cars zip past me and the trees disappear from my view.

"Until you're smart enough to handle your own, which won't happen because you're so dependent." I snapped my head up and glared at her.

"How so?" I question as she slowed down the car because of the yellow light, once the light turned red she whipped her her to face me.

"You can't do...you can't be on your own. You need the people you think are the closest to you always there," she paused for a thought and started the car and kept her gaze on the road, "you attach yourself to people you can lean on. It's not a bad thing but it's not the best either." She said, I wanted to argue back, snap on her, maybe punch her in the neck. But everything she just said sounds like me, I use her for school, Jean and Connie for classwork, homework, and weed. I use my parents for the money, well, I use my dad for the money and I use my mom for comfort. I don't know what I use Mikasa for, but it's probably not even that important considering it's just Mikasa and she annoys my life sometimes.

"Ouch, could you be any more insensitive." I mutter.

"You can't live on your own because your a baby."

"Mikasa!"

"You asked-"

"Rhetorically!" I rolled my eyes as she pulled up to the front of the library, I sighed and quickly exited after some short goodbye's and an 'sorry' on her part. I watched in despair as the car that brought me here drove away, my heart clenching at the thought of having to go in there and face Armin, he makes me think weird and I don't like it! Nevertheless I find myself walking through the doors and waving hello the Librarian who seems to recognised me, my stomach churning slightly as I walk into the portion of the library that just packed with chair and tables. I see him, twirling one of his strands of hair and looking at Marco who seemed to be talking with someone or at least trying to get over the fear he's slightly developed. Armin laughed at something I swear something did a summersault within my stomach, his laugh is a giggle and hearing it over and over only makes it cuter. I ignore my thoughts and wave to catch Armin's attention which he instantly gave and gestured for me to walk over to him, sadly when I sat down I noticed our height difference and realised how adorably small he is. 'Armin I should kill you.'

"What subject would you prefer to start today?" He asked me and titled his head in a cute fashion, I chewed my inner cheek in annoyance and said nicely:

"Math would be nice, I have a test coming up soon." He nodded and smiled, those large Cerulean dough eyes squinting as his lips stretched into a smile.

"Anything specific?" I nodded.

"The proportions of triangles, I don't get how to find the altitude, or any side..." I whisper the last part as I watch him bite his lower lip and think over something.

"Oh!" He chimes in his ever so light voice. "I know what your talking about." He giggles at his own self incompetence and waits for me to pull out the paper, I sigh with annoyance and anger but he doesn't seem to notice so I reach for my books and grab that one labelled with 'Geometry.'

I groan when I look back up and notice Armin looking at Marco with sweet eyes, God I swear it's like he's doing these things on purpose, batting those thick lashes and biting his extremely soft looking lips. He turns to face me and smiles when our eyes lock, his friendly aura surrounds us and he parts those sweet-looking lips to speak, but I beat him to the punch, trying to avoid having to hear his voice which is orgasmic to my ears. "So, my homework, he circled the ones I did wrong on my review sheet so..." I trial off and pick the paper out of the pocket divider, he takes the paper and skims over at least 95% of the questions because I got 95% of it wrong. 'Honestly I'm a lost cause, I don't know why you're waisting your time on me...'

"You just need help, somethings are harder for some people then it is for others, that's why I've decided to help you." Admin stated firmly, his eyes still glued to the sheet of paper in his hands before they meet mines which are wide in disbelief. "You don't know how to whisper..." He giggled. 'It wasn't even supposed to be a whisper, bitch...'

"Either way you're waisting your time A-" I grimaced as his name dances on the tip of my tongue.

"Armin..." He whispers disappointedly. "Honestly I would've thought you knew my name but I suppose I don't go noticed anyhow." He chuckles. "Okay, lets get started, I'll explain to you how to set the proportions and you apply them to eat problem, okay?" He asks, his cerulean eyes glimmering with hope and excitement, I nod my head and reach out so Armin can hand me the paper. As he does, his soft skin rubs against my palm and he smiled at me when I grew slightly flustered. As quickly as that moment started is as quickly as that moment ended because he drew back his hand as a soft red tinted his cheeks, Armin pointed at the paper as Marco told us he was going to find a book of his own, I looked around to make sure the area was clear just incase; I don't think that boy would live through another 'accident'.

"Proportions...how do you set them equal to each other matter?" He nodded his head and pulled out a pencil from his pocket.

"Yes, you'll get the wrong answer if you don't set them so they're corresponding."

"What?" I asked, my brain already hurting form the idea of have g to memorize proportions.

"Like... 'small side over big side' equals to 'small side over big side'. The proportion wouldn't work if you switched it up like, 'small side over big side equals to big side over small side'..." He started to explain, but his words went in one ear and came right out the other, how do teachers do this? How does Mr. Ackerman do this? "Now," He starts and claps his hands together making me jump back into reality, "try a problem now, I'll guide you when you need it. " He licks his bottom lip and rests his chin on his palm and leaned his elbow against the table, his soft skin slightly red around his cheeks as he stares at me, his free hand gesturing towards the paper so I could start. I could feel eyes on me as I stated back at him, almost mesmerized by his physical appearance, my face getting slightly hot and my stomach churning as I grow even more nervous from looking at him. "Eren..." He says in a sweet tone, his light voice like music to my ears. "You should start-" I slammed my pencil on the table startling him and Marco who resumed reading a second later, sending me a small smile calming me slightly, but not enough to keep me from getting as upset as I am. He's doing this on purpose, isn't he? I bet Mikasa set this up, got this dumb fag to tutor me, get me screwed up like her. I bet he's getting paid too, probably gets more if he gets me to fuck him, but I'm not going to let that shit happen. "Er-"

"Armin..." I whisper in a deep tone, causing him to furrow his brows and focus his soft expression towards me. "Can I please speak to you outside?" I didn't even give him a choice, I stormed right out the library, their eyes...people's eyes watching me, and it's all his fault.

I waited a few minutes, Armin was probably setting up a way for the Librarian to stay with Marco while he goes outside, I expected that much. Although I was growing more furious as he had me wait, so when he exited the library onto the empty streets of our town, I gripped to his arm tightly and wrenched him in a hidden direction to be sure no one would see us.

"Ouch-Eren let go..." He said slightly annoyed and slightly scared, I could hear it in the way his voice trembled only by a little.

"You!" I shout making his body jerk as he gaped at me with wide eyes. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I add.

"I-I don't under-"

"Don't bullshit me, Armin! So what was the bet, huh? Turn me into a fag like you and get four hundred Pounds, right?!" His entire frame shook with fear as my voice grew even louder to get my message across, his large eyes grew red as tears began to fabricate themselves and build up at the edge.

"Er-en," his voice broke with sadness, but before he could continue I spoke.

"You fucking faggot! There's a lot of things that's got to be wrong with you asshole, especially if you think--" I cut myself off when I heard his small hiccup, my heart raced with both anger and sadness as he stared at the floor with his hands covering his face with his hands.

"I-I'm sorry--" I raise my hand smack him, I wanted to really get a good hit a this boy, but the way he curled his with fear and squealed his eyes shut, with his voice trembling and begging me not to hit him; I absolutely couldn't do it.

"I have to go..." I hiss. As fast as I stormed into the library is as fast as I stormed out of the library, both the librarian and Marco looking at me questionably, as I stormed down the steps I heard small sobs come from behind my should and turned to see whom it came from, but I already knew.

He back rested against the library wall and his petit frame trembled as he cried, his small hands covers his face as his hair danced with the wind, his shirt following suit as the fabric flows.  I didn't want him to stay like this, vulnerable and all but it's what he gets for acting the way he did. The said boy was still as he held his side and hiccuped, wiping his eyes and straightening his posture, only to cry more and go back into his old position, and instead of doing the right thing and apologising to his dumbass; I stood their and watched. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and spoke up. "Go home already..." I said aloud, he jumped from fear and whipped around to face me, his once bright cerulean eyes dimmed and red, his cherry lips seemed bruised around the area where his tooth embedded itself and his chest raising and falling rapidly.

"I-"

"Save it, Armin.." I the walked away, I didn't look back even when his small light sobs could be heard as he entered back into the library, and I hate how I hated myself for not going back and apologising to him. No matter how badly I want to turn and round and run back and beg for forgiveness, I'm too dense to admit to my wrong and too stupid to know what's right; and after seeing him cry like that, I've subconsciously established what's not right.