Chapter Three: It's a date

I watched as the freckled male held onto Jean, his fingers gripping to the male for dear life. Fear probably eating him alive as he strains to get his voice through, however, his attempts were slightly worth it as he chocked out the single name: "Ma-rco--" He had tried to say more but as the pressure in his neck grew, he rubbed it trying to relieve himself from the pain, small gasp for air and brutal heavy coughs escaping his throat. His lips covered in blood from the cut before he licked them, however only more just covered the bruised flesh making him shiver in disgust from the taste I would guess, his body jerking when he shifted his weight from the pain in his ankle which was undoubtedly broken. The fucking bone was bent out of shape for Christ sake, it's fucking disgusting, I shiver myself and decided to need to look anywhere but at the injured male and they homo-horse who blushes. 'Disgusting...' I looked behind me to see Connie cringing at the sight of the injured male, whose entire frame feign innocence, it's was alluring to say the least however I wouldn't dare look at him that way, even if it killed me. His large dough brown eyes slowly close as more tears ebb from the corners of his eyes, his lower lip quivered, and Jean slowly stroked his back which caused the male to jerk forwards before relaxing into the touch. 'Jean...got to hell...' I think as Jean pulled him closer, Marco continued to cradle his wrist as he tried to get more words out, his tears and extremely hoarse voice didn't help much. "I--meeting--Armin--books." He cried, the ambulance pulled up to us along with the loud police car with blared the sirens loudly, Marco cringed from the loud sound and whined in pain when he applied pressure to his snapped ankle. Two police men came rushing out and one of them went running over to Connie who held the man in a position where he couldn't escape. "I--library to--friend Armin..." He cried more, his words broken, and obvious attempt to try and explain what he was doing and how it wasn't his fault, however he didn't need to strain himself for us to know so. The ambulance men came rushing over as I watched the cops talk to Connie who was fuming with anger, he didn't like people who hurt others, wish I was that kind. I did feel bad for the poor boy, I could see why he was targeted though(despite how rude that sounds), his entire frame was perfectly built(in a cute fashion) and his face was probably cuter then any child I've seen and any girl I've slept with. His hands gripped to Jean tighter with fear as the ambulance men came up to them, his eyes refused to open as they spoke to him, trying to let him know it was alright. "N-no!" He tried his best to shout when one of the men touched his shoulder, I sighed heavily and tried to push the ambulance men off and thankfully he backed away. Marco looked up at with gratitude, I nodded my head to show I noticed.

"Set out the gurney and let him put the boy on it..." One of the men said, and as if the male weighed nothing, Jean stood up. 'Eren you need to work out more...' I told myself as I watched him set the male down, how he bit his lip in pain and sniffed before cradling his wrist and trying to move his foot in a comfortable position. "We're going to take you to the hospital now--" Marco used his good hand to try and swat their hands away, I watched in annoyance as Jean climbed in the truck at Marco's request, a happy-ish look on the horses face. They asked me to close the back door which I did and hit it twice to let them know they could drive off, which they did quickly with the lights and sirens blaring, I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped about forty feet in the air before turning around to see that it was only Connie.

"Ass wipe..." I say with my hand over my face as he laughed at me, he pat my shoulder twice and pointed to the police men behind me.

"They want to question you, I have to go the hospital." He said.

"Why?" I inquire before he help up his hand, his fucking finger looked bad, I cringed.

"The fucker had a good grip." He chuckled. "So the police are gonna take me, text me later." I nodded and said goodbye, I cracked my knuckles and walked over to the two uniformed men who conversed back and forth, two others have the unconscious rapist under medical attention as another ambulance rolled up to the scene. 'They should just let him die...' I think as I stop before the two men. However I couldn't get it out of my head, the same name Marco kept repeating. 'Armin...' Was that the same Armin whose tutoring me, or was it just some coincidence that he had the same name, I should probably just asked Ms.Zoë later; which I intend on doing. My fingers rake through my messy brown locks and wait for them to speak, when they do not, I do.

"You wanted me for questioning?" I asked impatiently, the more credulous looking fellow of the two nods their head and pulls me over to the side with who I would presume to be his partner.

"What's your name?" He starts, his pen clicked as he began to scribble on the note pad, probably describing my current actions, whilst the other police officer pulled some sort of a tape recorder from his pocket and hit the button. 'So many unnecessary precautions...it's annoying...' I say to myself before I spoke.

"Eren Jäger."

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"Alright son," starts the cop as he paused to put away his notepad and pen as the other cop ended the recording, "thank you for your cooperation today, you did a good thing." I nodded my head.

"You're welcome." I muttered back, loud enough for them to hear but low enough to appease my own desire to want to quit talking, gosh they had so many unnecessary questions. He patted my shoulder twice and I gave an awkward smile just to be nice before they got into their car and drove away, going in the same direction as the hospital, probably wanting to question that Marco kid. I shook my head and stretched my hands over my head and looked up towards the sky, the wind was blowing slightly, rustling the Autumn coloured leaves causing a few bright red ones to float past my face. The sky was a hue of deep orange soft pink as the sun began to disappear behind the buildings, letting the evening cast its shadow, the air felt clean as I stretched out my back once more. I turn to leave the Library when the most beautiful figure walks from between the two buildings where Marco was attacked, their curvy hips moving beautifully and their semi-long hair being tousled in the wind. The blonde hair looked soft and luscious as the body moves, they were in a rush and it was evident. I lick my lip as the person runs in the opposite direction, their face has gone unnoticed and most likely will remain that way as I watch them rush off in the direction of where the sun sets, their hair glowing and figure seems to only stand out more. Too bad I won't ever get to meet this person I hope is a girl, hopefully we'll meet again, I wouldn't mind that. I sighed heavily and pulled out my phone to check the times, '6:34', great. I'll get to live another day, I rub the back of my head and start to walk home deciding the bus is too crowded and calling Mikasa is too much work. The image of that person wouldn't leave my head, no matter how much I wanted it to, theirs hips, their hair, their slim figure. I bite my lip as the tightening in my pants grew, it wouldn't go away, not even the disturbing though of Mikasa's face could over power the thought of that person.
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"Oh mein Gott..." I whispers to myself as I walk out of the public toilet, my hand sticky and hot, I look at my phone and scowl.'7:59'. Mikasa is going to kill me, I sent her a quick text to let her know I was heading home.

To: Sis 🙄
    I'm on my way home.

Sent: 7:59
I used the tissue to wipe away the residue of the cum off of my hand and chucked it into the trash bin on the corner of the street, a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as I quickly rushed towards my house, the lights could be seen from where I ran, my rucksack shaking side to side as I did so. A silhouette by the window could be seen pacing back and forth, obviously Mikasa had failed to find her phone, that dumbass. I decided to slow my pace when I could blearily see the numbers on my front porch, I fixed my rucksack and hopped up the steps making it creak, her figure left the window and I knew she was standing at the front door which swung open before I could pull out my keys. "You asshole! You're late!" She shouted before pulling me into a tight hug, I chuckled and patted her back twice before she dragged me into the house. "I can-"

"Lock the door dummy." I tell her and pull away from the death grip she refers to as 'a mothering hug to sooth my pain'. Her eyes narrow from the interruption but she walks over to the door and locks it,  I hate it when people in the movies forget to lock the door.

"Hey Mikasa, I'm going to-" The familiar low tone stopped talking when their eyes landed on me, Annie stood beside Mikasa with her hair tousled and plump lips, a bright purple-reddish spot evident on her throat. I bit back my bile as Mikasa showed her to the door on Annie's request to leave, and I was so thankful Mikasa didn't ask her to stay. However once she was out the door I stormed over to the ravenette and shoved her back forcefully. 

"What the fuck was that?" I hiss as she lands on the couch, her body stiffened, I've never done that before but she has just royally pissed me off. "Why the hell is she here?" Mikasa stood up and began to remove the scarf from around her neck, her eyes narrowed with anger but it was evident in her body language that she was hurt. "Hu-" The back of my knee was kicked in by her heel and she wrapped the scarf around my neck and tossed me back, I landed with a hard 'thump' and groaned.

"Don't push me like that..." She mutters. Her hair casts a shadow over her face as she looked towards the floor, not wanting to look me in the face, I'm a bit embarrassed my sister just kicked my ass so im glad she didn't want to face me. "I'm allowed to like who I fucking want to, stop acting like a bitch when you see something like this, you're not five years old. Act your goddamn age Eren!" She shouts, she rolls her shoulder back, must of been the area my push has injured. My knee is sore now so we're even.

"I told you-"

"I know what you fucking told me." She hissed. "I obviously have ears that work unlike yours." She sneers, wiping her face from behind behind her hair. 'Did I just make Mikasa cry? Period + Anger doesn't mix.'

"My ears do work." I retort instead of asking if she was okay.

"Oh yeah, tell that to your grades mister straight 50's, if they work you would hear all of the information." She pulled the scarf from around my neck and I rubbed the area that was burned from when she had slipped it off. "Get your ass in bed, and be ready to walk to school." I watched her walk away, rubbing her shoulder and wiping her eyes.

"Mika-"

"Go to bed!" She shouts and whipped around to glare at me, her eyes where a bit red and her fist are clenched, a tear rolls down her cheek before she wipes it away and flips me off. Walking back up the stairs and into the bathroom, I groan loudly and throw myself onto the soft deep crayon yellow couch.

"Go-good night?!" I shout in a question, hoping to get some kind of a response, but there wasn't any, and today's the first day I go to bed feeling sorry. "Warum bin ich unfreundlich?" I ask myself and walk into my bed room, my body lands onto the comfort and I strip to my underwear and get below the One Piece comforter. 'Fuck my life...'

My head is throbbing when I woke up, I don't remember getting much sleep, constantly waking up to try and get Mikasa to forgive me or biting my knuckles from anger. I stretched out so that my back would at least release a few knots, I ruffled my hair and felt the texture, I was too lazy to shower and my hair isn't greasy yet...but Mikasa would kill me either way. I grab today's outfit along with fresh undergarments and rush into the bathroom, wanting to avoid Mikasa. I groan and stripped myself of my underwear, and stepped into the shower, the tiled bottom was covered with smaller oval shapes that would keep my body from slipping but I could still feel the cold. My fingers clumsily turn on the waters flinching as the cold water hit me before it turned warm over the course of a few seconds, despite the crappy morning start that silhouetted figure made its way into my mind again. Their soft looking blonde hair,'twitch,' their beautifully curved figure,'twitch, twitch,' I find my hand snaking down my body--

"Hurry up will you!" Someone shouted from beyond the door disturbing my mood. I sighed and washed my body quickly to appease the bitchy one from beyond the door, drying myself and getting dressed was another hassle but I managed to do so and have just enough time to brush my teeth and grab an apple to make it to the bus, I was running to the door when a hand grabbed my face and forced me to the floor.

"Ow! Wha-"

"Eat your apple and wait for me to finish." Mikasa grumbled, I shook my head.

"I don't mind taking the bus-"

"I mind so you're going to fucking wait." 'What's with all this cursing...' I ask myself and she made her way up the stairs, I groaned, and sat on the couch.

"Girls and their bitchy period cycles..." I mutter, I wasted time by playing games on my phone, the whole fucking hour I had to wait was unbearable but when she made her way down the stairs I bolted through the door with her following suit. Thankfully the car ride was silent with only the Starset blasting through my headphones to file the silence and the minimal traffic that helped us reach school in time. We stopped near the school gate and she hurriedly punched in the code, they creaked open and she put the car back in drive then she parked the car quickly, carefully setting her rucksack onto one shoulder, avoiding the shoulder I had injured. I frowned and stopped her, pulling her back into the seat by the extra straps of her rucksack. "I'm sorry, again, I should've controlled myself...I'll start taking those meds again..." I mutter, she sighed, clenching her fists before speaking.

"You're forgiven..." She forced out, I knew she was still pissed but for me it was start, right? "Now get to class." I smiled and nodded my head, rushing out of the car door and up to the front steps of the door. I waited for the security guards to finished checking me despite having gone to this school for nearly four years you'd think they would recognise you by now, as I'm rushing up the stirs I remember the question I have to ask Ms. Zoë about that boy, I groaned and descended down one flight of stairs and headed towards her room. Once I arrived I swung the door open startling her.

"Eren!" She exclaimed heartily, before chuckling at herself. "Did you need something, son?" I nodded my head and she walked over to me, pulling off the gloves on her hands and fixing her bifocals. "Well?"

"Yeah, right, uh...this son of yours--"

"Armin." She interjected.

"Yeah, Armin, would he happen to have a friend by the name of Marco?" A frown immediately settled upon her expression, she nodded her head before speaking, her hand moved her glasses to wipe her eyes and sigh.

"Actually, yes he does, and the most terrible thing happened the poor lad yesterday." Ms. Zoë frowned before furrowing her brows. "And you know him...?"

"I sorta helped save his life the other day, he kept say 'Armin' and I wanted to ask you--"

"So you're the one the police were talking about, I know Jean was there, Armin and I saw him at the hospital but I didn't..." She groaned.

"Uh...Ms.Zoë?" I questioned.

"Yes?"

"Armin and I, do we still have our tutoring session on Saturday?" She nodded her head.

"Yes, but by the time Saturday comes Marco is going to be released from the hospital, I hope you don't mind if he accompanies you boys, he's afraid to leave his side." Gosh, I'd be too if that happened, poor Marco.

"No, no, of course. It's completely understandable." Shes smiles thankfully at me. I nod my head and walk towards the door, before I come back to class I have to make a trip to my locker, which is a floor above. I groaned and go to walk off when a hand grabs my shoulder and my body barely jerks forward and swats that hand away, in the process knocking over a girl.

"Watch it! I swear you boys play too rough." She sat on the floor rubbing her ankle, how could she have twisted her ankle, I literally didn't even push her that hard. Why was she even walking so close to me in the first place, wouldn't have gotten hit if she knew what personal space was.

"Oh fuck you, get your ass up you aren't dead." I spat and turn around to face the person who touched me, Jean, and he was doubled over in laughter. I wore a confused expression. "What's so funny, Jean?"

"The fact that you didn't even realise she was trying to get your attention. Then you cursed at her." I rolled my eyes, looked over my shoulder to where the girl sat bright red and furious.

"Isn't my type anyways. Now, what did you want?"

"I had a question." He states, fixing himself and stretching out his back. "Marco's clinging to Armin right?" I nodded my head, his face grew rubicund as he stuttered out his word. "I-I, can you make sure Ma-Marco's okay for me. I had to leave, the hospital once Ms.Zoë and Armin came so..." I groaned, raising my hand and smacking him upside the head. "The hell Jaeger?!"

"You wanna make sure your little boyfriends okay?" I teased angrily, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. I might be stupid but I'm not credulous.

"Oh god, don't make it gay Jaeger, I just want to know that he's okay now." He said, his blush brighter buy his tone harsh.

"Yeah, whatever." I proceed to my locker, annoyance and anger written across my expression. I just can't wait for Saturday.