Eren POV

I enter the school feeling quite on edge. It was my first day of school after all, but I wanted to make sure I had as many friends as possible. I walked to the principal's office to grab my schedule and lock for my locker. Once inside, I was greeted by an unusually peppy secretary. "Hi! You must be the transfer student from Germany! My name is Ms. Zöe. Your name is Eren Jaeger, yes?" She asked me.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

"Here's your schedule and your lock with your combination. Have a nice day, Eren." She cheered happily as I left the office. I walked down the long forest tree and navy blue corridors until I found my locker. I quickly dropped off the items I didn't need for my next class and hastily searched for my 3rd period class. I slowly opened the door to the classroom, making the door creaking open. As soon as I walked in, all eyes were on me. I waddled toward my new teacher and whispered my current situation. "Sorry class for the interruption, but it appears we have a new student. Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr. Smith asked, gesturing to me.

"Hi! My name is Eren Jaeger! I was originally from Germany, but moved here to Atlanta. I hope we can all be really good friends." I said cheerfully to the class and shuffled to the nearest empty seat. As Mr. Smith continued his lesson, I began to examine my surroundings.

I sat behind a tall, dark - haired guy with an undercut. I sat next to a brown - haired girl with a high ponytail. I also sat next to a bald guy. 'I'm already finding friends to make! Great!' My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the school bell. All the students began to pack up their things and exit the classroom, and I begun to do the same, but someone lightly tapped my shoulder. I turned to see it was someone as short as myself, subtly fidgeting. "H - hi. My name is Armin Arlert. Since you're new here, would you like me to give you a small tour of the school?" He (She?)  asked timidly.

"Sure! Thank you!" I replied. I followed him (her?) out of the classroom. He (she?) showed me all the classrooms and explained to me who's the teacher, what class it was, and so on. Once we reached the final classroom and/or room in general, I thanked him (her?) once again and walked to find my locker. Once found, I grabbed my stuff for my next period and swiftly walked to my next class.

~Lunch~

By lunchtime, I managed to make a few friends throughout most of the day. The short blonde haired one (who apparently was a guy), Armin, the long, black haired one, Mikasa, the freckled one, Marco, and the horse - faced one, Jean. Jean was barely my friend, considering I felt like he was a threat in general, but I decided to make do with these events and get over myself. We all sat down to the closest lunch table and made conversation. "So Eren how do you feel about our school so far?" Marco asked.

"It's nice, let's hope it'll stay that way for a while." I replied.

"If anything bad or uncomfortable happens to you, Eren, don't hesitate to come or call one of us." Mikasa reassured.

"Thank you Mikasa, but I believe I am capable." I said simply. We then remained in a somewhat comfortable silence until the bell rang. We all waved our goodbyes and headed to our respectable periods. I walked into the room only to notice the tall, black haired one was in my class. He really intrigued me and perked my interest. He laid his head upon the top of the desk, his hair scattered over his pale arms. 'I want him. I want him bad, but I must wait.' I thought as I walked up to the desk behind him and sat down. The beginning of class began and all I could think about was the seemingly handsome gentleman seated in front of me.

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This story was inspired by the song Twisted Nerve (ÆkaSora remix), the Yandere!Eren edit by Heichou.6720 and a couple of Yandere!Levi fanfics I've read. I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, but this fanfic will get dark extremely quick and I hope you all are ready for that. Anyway correct any mistakes I have made at all, comments and kudos are always welcome! Laters<3

~CoolCat