Chapter Two: Saviour

I carefully weighed my options as Ms. Zoë and Mr. Ackerman stood their waiting for me to reconsider after having refused, but after finding no desire to be tutored by some nerd I simply turned on my heal and strode away from Ms. Zoë and Mr. Ackerman who stood there baffled, basically with their tongues hanging from their mouths as they stared at with me disbelief. "Wha-I don't understand. Aren't you failing all of your classes? And not to mention the test you've recently failed for Mr. Smith." Ms. Zoë stated quickly after catching up to me and standing before me, truth is, if I say yes that makes me useless because I wouldn't be able to do something on my own, and I already have Mikasa to make that very obvious for me on a daily basis. So quickly, I nod my head, before turning around and speaking as Mr. Ackerman also approaches us.

"Yes, but if I actually apply myself I'm sure I'll do just fine." Mr. Ackerman man sighs and shakes his head before speaking. However I turn away from them to hide the sheer embarrassment of the fact that my teachers just openly told me how stupid I am, ouch.

"Yes, that's true, but you might need some help--"

"And there is no better help then my son." Ms. Zoë chimes in. "Look, this is your last year in high school and quiet frankly I want you to leave this year with a bang. You did fairly okay last year, and now you've gotten worse. Mr. Ackerman, the other teachers and I are worried." Instead of focusing on the fact that what they had just said is completely true I turned to face them with a smile.

"Awe, you care." Mr. Ackerman rubbed his face with his palms as Ms. Zoë nodded her head vigorously.

"Exactly! So I highly recommend that you take my offer on having my son tutor you." Once again I shake my head and reject her offer kindly, both teachers having given up on convincing me nod their head. "However, my offer will remain open just incase you change your mind." I smile graciously and nod my head to show my gratitude before speaking.

"Thank you Ms. Zoë and thank you Mr. Ackerman but I'm sure I'll be just fine." With that we all head back to our respective classes and continue on with our day, thankfully I avoided running into Ms. Ral so I wasn't questioned by her. However, Jean and Connie never failed to ruin the beginning of my day...

As the end of the day rolled around I began to think over my friend choice as Connie pretends to regurgitate at the word 'Vagina' every time Mr. Smith uses it in one of his sentences. I sat in class with dearth of attention as Mr. Smith discussed what our next text will cover, I much rather focus on the Sims on my phone, but I quickly shoved the phone back into my pocket as he rose to his feet with papers at hand. He handed out our latest test and frowned as he passed my desk, handing me the paper with an 'F' written in red that has been circled, I groaned in frustration and ran a hand through my hair. '43! Mikasa is going to kill me!' I think as he walks back to his desk and begins to talk once more. The bell rung rather loudly as the students, myself included, fled from the classroom with Jean and Connie at my side. "Well, I'm definitely going to fail this next test." I spew out with dejection and wallow in self pity.

"You haven't even focused enough to know the material on the test, of course you're going to fail." Jean states, and as much as I want to get angry at him I know he's right so I just mumble and walk towards the stairwell, I see Sasha at the end of the corridor scarfing food down her throat.

"Oh yeah! Connie, Sasha wanted me to remind you that you own her dinner." He gasp in remembrance before signing to himself and chuckling.

"Yeah, that girl, she's a handful." Connie mumbles as we part ways, Jean and I make our way downstairs before he heads towards his car and I head towards Mikasa. As I began to walk towards her I felt a scowl form over my features and my hands ball into small fist as I watched Mikasa pin Annie to the car and kiss her, I roll my eyes and hurry past her towards the back seat and pile in startling them both. Thankfully they pull apart and also enter the car, Mikasa wore a sly smile and Annie blushed furiously, quickly she started the car and we were on our way back to the house. I sat in silence after Mikasa had dropped off Annie, I hadn't spoken to either of them during the whole ride and quiet frankly I don't think I should, acting such a way with the same gender...In Front Of My Face! After I had specifically told her I don't condone such behaviour, gosh, she pisses me off. I suppose my facial expression was showing my disapproval because I felt a hard smack on my thigh making me jolt and shout from pain, I turned to Mikasa who was glaring at me from the front seat at a red light.

"Do you know, just how fucking rude you are?" She questions with venom in her voice, I shake my head and point at her.

"You know I don't like it, I've told you I don't mind your relationship as long as I don't see it." I sneered, she was about to yell when a honk from the car behind us sounded, she quickly turns around and begins to drive.

"I love you, but you make me want to kill you right now." She said angrily, I watched as her knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped to the steering wheel.

"I love you too, and right now I really want to kill you. How selfish can you be, Mikasa?" I grew fearful as she pulled over the car and whipped around to face me. "Oh no..." I whisper.

"Oh no is right! How can I be so selfish?! How can you?! Look, Eren, it's not right for you to stop me from kissing my partner because for once I want to show someone affection that isn't you. We aren't discussing this, but when we do get home we are discussing your grade. Mr.Ackerman told me somethings today." She finishes coldly, once again, driving off. Sadly, we attain our destination all too soon.

"A 43? Eren, really?" She hadn't seemed so surprised and if anything it seemed as if she was faking to be surprise, well Mr.Ackerman did inform her of my failing grade prior to this moment, shit. "I'll tutor you." I instantly shook my head, you see, when I was 12 years old...I had failed my first test so I asked Mikasa for help and her tutoring consisted of pain and memorisation. Not a good match. "You have no one else, unless you want Jean to help you." She says slamming the test papers down on the dinning table, I jump a little before wagging my finger in front of her face.

"Hell no, he'll just laugh at me the whole time..." I mumble in self defence and tap my fingertips against the cherry wood dinning table. She sighs in distress before patting my head, cocking her head to the side.

"Is there anyone you might know, like we're you ever offered something?" She seemed as if she hinted but Ms. Zoë only told me about Armin this morning.

"Well..." I started by scratching the back of my head and playing with the table cloth.

"Well, what?" Mikasa demanded.

"Ms. Zoë--"

"Perfect!"

"Wha-hey! Just who do you think you are, going about my business and such--"

"I think I'm your sister, and I'm telling you your doing what ever offer Ms. Zoë was kind enough to give you." I grunted.

"No way! I don't need any help-"

"43! A fucking 43, Eren!" She shouted back, like an actual shout and not raising her voice like usual. She sighed. "I didn't mean to yell..." She mumbles. "But you're calling her business number and accepting the offer, okay?" I sighed, fucking great, school work with a nerd.

"No, tomorrow we'll just tell her in the morning or something." I mumble and retreat up the stairs, not wanting to discuss this topic any further.

The following morning Mikasa let me sleep in an extra minute as an act of apology from her side since I spent a whole hour trying to get her to stop being mad with me, I was actually very sincere this time. However 6:45 rolled around and I forced myself to leave the warm and comforting surface of my bed and waltz over towards the dresser happily, Jean, Connie, and I are going to smoke weed today. After school this time because if we miss Ms. Ray's class one more time she'll go ask the other teachers if we were present that day and then we'll be caught, so we just had to brave school today like the brave soldiers we are. Pulling on a fresh pair of undergarments, I quickly threw on my navy blue short sleeve shirt with deep grey cargo pants and the black combat boots with the ends of the pants places over the boots. I rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash my face with cold water to keep me awake before combing my thick hair and ruffled it slightly. I raced down the stairs and towards the kitchen to grab another Apple, I thought for sure I would beat Mikasa out the house this time when she zoomed past me and out the front door. However, during the process she had shoved me causing me to fall over. "Stoic bitch..." I mummer and exit the house. I walked over to the car at a leisurely pace and inchmeal into the car, and before I could even buckle up Mikasa zooms off, haha, bitch.

Before classes start, I pulled Ms. Zoë aside and asked if her offer for her sons tutoring was still available and to my dismay, it was. However, I forced a small and Mikasa stood there nodding her head with Jean obviously snickering from behind their shoulders. I roll my eyes as Ms. Zoë and Mikasa leave whilst Jean tries to play it off that he was laughing at something over his cellphone, he always waits for me before class starts, normally it's just to brag about his oh so perfect grade. Dumbarse. School had been a bore and quickly had given me a headache, I was just thankful that the day fellow past faster then I had expected, my mind hurting from the many failed attempts of focusing for class, so I decided to give myself a break as Jean, Connie, and I entered Mr. Smith's unbearably hot classroom. As I sat in my last class of the day with a raging headache due to the intense heat and the over working of my brain, I sat in pain and boredom as Mr. Smith lectured us over health education, Connie couldn't help but snicker every time he mentions the word Penis. Jean and I share looks of disappointment in our poor friend choices but I'm sure we wouldn't trade him for someone else, I mean I would but I don't know about that horseface. The sun coruscating over the class caused my headache antecedent to this class to worse by an exceptional degree.

From: Neigh Neigh🐴
      We have a test coming up for trig. let's study later.
Sent:3:02

From: You
     That's a lot of work, I'm to tired for that shit. Besides, I've got a new tutor.
Sent: 3:02

From: Neigh Neigh🐴 
      I know, lmao. Besides, we can smoke even more weed.
Sent: 3:03

From: You
      I'm in.
Sent: 3:04

Jean snickered from the front row and looked last his shoulder and shook his head, I too stifled my laugh but more for the reason of excitement. Connie received a message as well as but his phone went off in the middle of class so he quickly crossed his legs and pursed his lips and stared ahead fearfully, Mr. Smith has no problem confiscating a cellphone either. In fact I've heard he meditates to the sound of students begging for their cellphones back, but that's just a rumour, maybe. Mr. Smith gyrates his head around after hearing the ring and stared out across the class before resuming to write on the chalkboard, I watched Connie sigh and pull out his cellphone to read the message. He looked back at Jean and I before wiping away a fake tears from happiness, I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the teacher as he turns around to face us. Holding up study sheets, instantly reminding me of my recently failed test and I sighed, resting against my palm and playing with the fabric of my navy blue shirt. He began to walk around the room and distribute them personally as his voice echoed from his loud tone, having reached me, he whispers: "I have informed Armin of your weakest points." I nodded my head as he walked off before trying to catch his attention and ask how on earth he knew of Armin, but I should have known, Ms. Zoë tells all of the teachers everything. With an exasperating sigh, I heave my body from my seat as the bell rung just as he handed the last student their study guide, I trudge through the doors with Jean and Connie at my side. They both seemed to be engrossed in a conversation about this anime called "Angle Beats.", I took a phone from within my pocket and began to message Mikasa about soon to be whereabouts.

From: You
Mikasa, Jean and Connie are forcing me to study >.<, I'll be back around 7 and some change.
Sent: 3:26

From: Sis🙄
And some Change? How much is that going to be?
Sent: 3:26

Damn Mikasa, calm down, geez.

From: You
When it's 7 o'clock and I'm leaving I'll tell you.
Sent: 3:27

From: Sis🙄
No later then 7, I don't care if you tell me you're on your way back at 7:57 but no 8:00 or 8:01. Clear.
Sent: 3:28

From: You
Damn, okay, clear.
Sent: 3:28

I shove the forsaken device back into my pocket after shutting it off to prevent myself from getting anymore texts, I quickly glance over my shoulder to see if those two leviathan's were following me, and they were. Except this time the entire conversation shifted to topic I was actually quiet educated on, girls. "But you don't understand," Connie starts as we make our descent towards the first floor, "She'll kiss me one day and then act like nothing happened."

"Act as if nothing had happened." Jean corrected, we both turned to glare in his direction, he is super annoying. But he gets good weed, so I like him. "I am sorry, but please speak correctly, that way I won't have to correct you." We chuckled at Connie's slouch as we continue to exit the school.

"She loves you, bro." I interject, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

"Yeah, I don't think she would kiss you if she doesn't like you." Jean says whilst fiddling with his cellphone, his fingers tapping away as he does so. Connie and I talk aimlessly until I noticed Jean eyes widen, quickly he shut his phone and shoved it into the back pocket of his grey skinny jeans. "Dammit~" He slurs as if he was drunk.

"What's wrong?" Connie questions.

"I got a fucking 96 on my Physics test. Shit~" Connie and I stop walking to glare at the taller boy who mutters in a combination of English and French.

"A 96 and you're freaking out?" I say as we curve around the school building.

"Yes! My mom is going to decapitate me!"

"Dude, why not just say kill?" Connie says with humour lacing his tone.

"She doesn't threaten me with normal terms, she said she would behead me, I cannot lose my head! Especially when there is such a beautiful face attached to it..." Jean sighed as we quickly walk past the school yard towards the same spot behind the library, damn, his mother must be worse then Mikasa...

"I bet she whips him like horse too~" Connie whispers in my ear, I cover my mouth to stifle a laugh as Jean glares at us from behind his shoulder, we shrug before taking a seat. I groan and rest my head down before looking up at Jean.

"My baby, light it up please." He scoffs buts complies as he begins to fish through his bag, as he does so Connie continues his rant about Sasha and there oh-so complicated "love life" but I personally don't they have reached that point. "So... Ho-" A high pitched scream cut me off making us all jump and Jean drop the weed and lighter, quickly, I look up as Jean cradles the soaking wet weed. Not to far from us, we see a boy about as tall as Jean rush out from an alley way, his ankle obviously injured as he limps away. His crisp blue button up shirt had been slashed and you can noticeably see the scratches below the fabric of his shirt, I couldn't make out his features but I can clearly see the large purple bruise covering an area of his face.

"Get back here ya pussy!" Shouts a rugged voice. "I just want to touch ya'." I cringe at his words as Jean furrows his brows whilst Connie seemed to be completely oblivious to the entire situation. The boy gasped before attempting to run faster, a piercing sound surrounded us, the sound of a bone snapping. The younger boy shouts and falls hard to the floor, in a reaction, Jean and I stand up as a reaction. I watch, frozen and the boy tries to stand before falling harshly. He cradles his wrist, the boy must have injured it in the hard fall. A man, a much larger man lunges for the boy, Jean starts to head over to them as the younger boy tried to scream. 

"Please! Someone he-" He chocked on a breath as the imbecilic man tried to silence him by strangulation, I quickly ran towards them as Jean kicked at man in the side of his head and pulled the trembling body next to him. The harmed male was quick to cower into Jeans hold, you could see the swelling of his wrist and ankle, it pissed me off. I quickly drew my leg back and kicked him in the stomach, I didn't notice Connie at first but he kneed the male in the face. I looked towards the boy and noticed him trembling in Jean's arms, his freckled face bright red and a obvious bruise around his throat, the boy gasped for breath as he held onto Jean for dear life, his chest rising and falling quickly as his fingers tremble drastically and his lower lips quivers, I noticed the deep slash that oozes a scarlet line which lined his bottom lip. I reached out to ask if he was okay, but he cringed as cuddled up to the person who he saw kick the man off of him, his eyes were wide open with fear. His shirt slightly damp with the blood that seeps through the material, his white jeans has become besmirched in the struggle, his knee was fully exposed with scarlet liquid that bastardise the former clean looking area. You can hear the ambulance in the back ground as Connie kept the old man pinned for the floor, I waved my hands in the air to grab the attention of the police men that some lady near by had called. Jean's cheeks flushed in the slightest as the freckled boy leaned into him and weeped, I wanted to slap Jean but it was obvious that freckles only trusted Jean at the moment. However, I kneels before him as the ambulance truck pulls up and asked for his name. He chocked on air as he tried to speak, it was obvious that his voice cords have become damaged.