"Engaged, my ass!" I roar, outraged as I stomp through the streets of Shiganshina. "What kind of crap is that?"

I still couldn't believe the nonsense I heard an hour ago. Suri engaged to that grumpy old man? Since when? And why the hell was she making a big deal out of it? That's some sort of news I don't give a tiny rat's ass for.

"It isn't 'crap'," Armin sighs tiredly with Annie around his arm.

After the little get-together at the bar everyone went their separate ways. Mikasa and Jean happily heading home while Sasha had to drag a drunk Connie to his apartment before she left for her own. And as for Suri and Levi, well I didn't stick around for long to know where they headed off to.

Annie and Armin had coincidentally ran into me just a few minutes before but I knew Armin just wanted to see me home. I didn't complain about it and found myself fuming over the dumb shit that happened earlier.

"It's great," Armin continues with a happy smile. "Suri gets to spend the rest of her life with someone she loves."

"With that buzzard?" I sneer hatefully. "Though for an old man he sure knows how to brawl."

"He isn't old," Annie defends with a frown. "If you stayed and didn't storm off you would've heard Mikasa asking about his age. Wanna know how old he is?"

I click my tongue as I roughly shove my hands into my pant pockets. I didn't answer for a long moment as I glowered at the street before me. I tried to appear aloof, uncaring about Levi's age.

But the thing was—I was curious. My body became restless by the second as that simple questioned replayed in my mind. How old was he?

Could he be younger than I thought? Or maybe even older? Damn it all I had to know, I hated how Annie made it sound all mysterious.

"Fine," I bite icily. "How old is he?" I knew Annie was smirking without looking at her.

But still she answered and seemed impressed with her response. "He's twenty-seven. About five years older than Suri."

"He is old!" I exclaim.

"No he's not!" Annie proclaims with a frown. "Being twenty-six isn't old. What? Are you saying being twenty-four is old too?"

She abruptly shrugged off Armin's arm before stomping towards me. I stop suddenly in my tracks when she appears in front of my face. I curse colorfully in my head.

I knew I'd hit a soft spot—considering how Annie was indeed older than Armin. She glares pointedly at me and I knew one wrong move she could have me on the ground.

I quickly send Armin a pleading look but he simply shrugs. I click my tongue, he's so damn useless.

"Answer me, Yeager," Annie prods darkly. "You find me old too?"

I swallow thickly, I knew the right answer here, but a part of me refuses to disagree. I fight with myself—telling myself a beating isn't what I want, but it was like having acid being poured down my throat. I had to say something, it was more like a reaction than an urge.

Even if Armin stood before me and having Annie glaring menacingly up at me my tongue was brash than usual.

"Yes," I hear myself mutter. "Considering how you're three years older than Armin and myself, you're like an old hag——!?"

A rough slap echoes the street. The sound bouncing off the skyscrapers and ringing my ears. Although that was the least my worries considering how my neck was violently turned to the right. I slowly began to feel the stinging sensation radiating off my cheek.

"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" Annie glowers, hand still raised. I don't react.

I only blinked once before look back at the woman. She was beyond angry—a tiny part of me started to wish I had better control of my tongue. I had expected her to say more, but she turns away instead. Fuming like a wild boar.

"Let's go Armin," she commands as she strides past her husband. "I want to go home."

We watch her walk further away, I don't bother touching my cheek. I already knew I had to put ice on it when I got home. I listen to Armin sigh but didn't sense any angry radiating off him. It surprised me slightly.

"She does have a point," he states finally looking at me. When I meet his gaze I saw only pity. I gritted my teeth at that. "Watching what you say would be nice."

"Shut up," I snap with a frown. "Shouldn't you hurry after your wife?"

He nods nonchalantly but makes no move to hurry after her. "Why did you act like that when you saw Suri, Eren?" He questions instead. "It's been years since your guy's breakup—"

"Don't tell me how to act, Armin. We've been over this."

"Is it because she seemed happy earlier?" He demands. "Mature even? Or is it because she's engaged?"

I found myself cringing to the last question. The image of Levi and Suri pops into mind making my blood boil. I could tell though that Armin was slowly becoming irritated, his voice giving off attitude.

Why did he care so much about how I treated Suri? It's not like he dated her. I had no intention of answering.

Why waste my breath on stupidity such as this? Still, Armin held my narrowing glare, his cerulean eyes burning in silent rage. When minutes passed Armin finally looks away. He turns around, clicking his tongue in the process.

"I'm only asking because Suri moved on, Eren. She bears no hard feelings for you now. Maybe you should do the same."

His words ignited the spark inside me. I could sense my anger scratching against my chest wanting to be unleashed. But Armin had already walked away before I could tear him a new one.

I click my tongue, turning my glower to the ground. I already moved on, I moved on long ago. I didn't care for Suri, she was still the same annoying girl I regretfully dated in high school.

Yet, there's one thing different, and it drove me up the wall like a madman. She was freaking engaged.

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I knew it was stupid. It was stupid to get wasted with no recollection of what the hell happened the night before. I wasn't sure where I went, who I fucked, or where I slept.

I barely made it out of some woman's apartment this morning knowing sure as hell that I whipped up some lame excuse to get in bed with her. And I knew it worked like a charm considering how she seemed contempt in her sleep earlier. The mere thought brought vile to rise to my throat, earning myself a disgusted snarl from myself.

It was rare for me to sleep with a random woman—that was Floch's specialty. Not mine. Yet here I was, exiting the apartment building in the same clothes I wore the night before.

I could still taste the bit of alcohol on my tongue and knew my appearance was a mess. I didn't care much though, all I wanted was refuge in my own apartment. As I trudged pass many passerby's attempting to go to work my mind was someplace else.

It's been like this for days now. Me drinking till I couldn't it anymore, sleeping with random women who throw themselves at me. I wasn't sure what the hell my problem was.

All I knew was that I was angry—and I needed to forgot about my anger. But this wasn't my way of doing things. Beating the crap out of people, now that's what I desired.

It's just that I wasn't heading back to the hideout anytime soon. Not after what Reiner did all those nights ago and hearing Zeke's threat—if I were to see them again. . . .I shake my head.

My hands were already balled into fists in my pockets—I wasn't ready. If someone where to annoy me Zeke wouldn't hesitate to demote me of my position. And I couldn't let that happen, I was already getting close to my goal.

That simple thought, however, brought a burning sensation to swell over my entire body. My goal to become the leader of all Titans, to control all of the Underground, have Ymir and her gang underneath my feet—the mere thought brought me satisfaction. A devilish smirk glazes my lips with a glint of greed and desire gleaming in my eyes.

If only Zeke surrendered his power then I would rule it all. Everything would be in my grasp if he was gone. Soon, I tell myself.

Zeke would have to step down or get killed by some rival gang sooner or later. Because if not then I wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger myself—— I found myself stumbling backwards abruptly. Some light force pressing against my chest had brought me to my sense.

I was too focused on my thoughts to even notice that a young woman had crashed into me. I root my feet to the concrete to stable balance and hers. I don't dare touch her—only glare her with a questioning look.

She had mocha-colored brown hair. Her face practically buried in my chest. Was she ever gonna move?

"Hey, lady, I'm not some support person or whatever you can lean on," I say firmly. "Back off."

"O-oh! I'm really sorry!" She squeals before me. "It's just—my headphone got tangled with your sweater."
She backs up slightly her headphone still connected to the string on my sweater.

Yet, when she took a step back I realized she wasn't just any woman. She hadn't looked up yet but I knew who this was, and I curse colorfully in my head.

"You're so damn clumsy," I mutter already feeling my blood boiling. Suri didn't hear me, a sheepish smile coming to her lips before she lifts her head. I watch as surprise overtakes her eyes but she still smiles anyway.

"Eren!" She breathes with a tint of rouge on her cheeks. "I'm sorry for bumping into you. I looked down at my phone for a second and I—"

"It's fine." I roughly yank her headphone off the sweater string and toss it back at her. I wasn't gonna stand around and chit-chat.

She looks at me blankly as I stride past her, my shoulder grazing against hers in the process. I grit my teeth together, I completely forgot she now lives here. It's was going to be nuisance to not to run into her often.

"H-hey! Eren!"

I didn't bother hiding my groan. My shoulders slump and I look up at the grey sky in annoyance. Listening to the light patters on the concrete ground I do my best to tighten that leash upon my anger. "You didn't let me finish."

"What's the point in that?" I snap. Looking down at her I notice that small frown on her lips. She wore a simple white romper and black flats, it seemed she was heading somewhere. She quirks up a brow and makes her way to stand before me.

" To apologize. . ?" She responds awkwardly. "I really didn't mean to bump into you."

"And I said, it's fine," I bite with a look. "You're in my way."

I try to walk past her again, but she was too persistent. She followed me, making sure to match my pace.

"I'm trying to be polite here!" She complains behind me.

"Then be polite somewhere else," I mutter.

She groans, "What's your problem, Eren? Why can't you be nice for once?"

That stops me in my tracks. Why can't I be nice? The audacity of her to even question that! I whirl around sending her a daggers glare. Not only was she annoying on the past but she was ten times as annoying now.

"Why the hell should I be nice to you, Suri? You of all people should stay the hell away from me."

She crosses her arms, her polite demeanor completely disappearing. Anger layered her gaze, she bites her inner cheek. I had to smirk, now that was Suri I know.

"You're so damn annoying," I fume. "Trying to act all prim and elegant when we both know you're nothing like that."

She simply stares at me, her face unwavering. She knew I was right. Back then she had such a mouth and an attitude problem, it drove many up the wall.

Now, she acted as if she were some princess with pristine manners and grace. It sickened me.

"People change, Eren," she parrots with a light smirk. "Maybe you should look it up."

I click my tongue at her response. What a damn smart-ass. My fists shook violently, it took all my willpower not to grab her by the neck.

"What the hell is that you want, Suri?" I growl.

She doesn't answer for a moment. Pondering as if my question was a math problem. She tilts her head, her frown protruding ever more now when she locks eyes with me. I wondered what was going through her head.

"Why can't we just bygones be bygones?" She asks genuinely. "High school was years ago, can't we be friends now?"

Now I had to laugh. What a stupid question. Like I would be friends with her.

My laughter was airless but loud. I shake my head in disbelief, smiling at her like she was an idiot. She didn't seem to care.

"Be friends?" I repeat in disgust. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes," she replies firmly. "Why can't you be like everyone else the other night and be civil? I get it—we broke up in high school, but you wanted it. So can't you just get over the whole thing?"

My smile quickly disappears as if it wasn't there before. Instead I eye her coldly, attempting to see that cowardly side of her. To my surprise she doesn't flinch.

"Don't tell me what to do, Suri," I growl lowly, getting in her face. "Unless you want me to beat the shit out of you."

She scoffs and crosses her arms, "Try me, Eren," she challenges. "Don't think you can threaten me like before. I don't take shit from anyone."

"Oh? Do you also get this mouthy in front of your fiancée? Or do you also put up that annoying angelic act in front of him?"

Suri purses her lips, her eyes narrowing, but doesn't say a word. I figured as much. Nothing was different.

I pull away with a smirk having the power of victory radiate over me. "Didn't think so," I sniff with a head tilt. "Stop wasting my time. You know damn well I'm not interested in talking to you, so stop bothering me."

Suri shakes her head as she takes in a breath before letting out a sigh. "You're stubborn as ever," she mutters.

I growl lightly, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She frowns. "You're so set on avoiding me that you won't even give this a chance."

"Tch, you act like that's a bad thing. Believe me, if you gave me a chance you'll definitely regret your words in less than a week."

"Is that a challenge?"

I eye her curiously. There was that weird spark in her chocolate eyes. I remember that look all too well—whatever she had her mind set on something she'll see to its completion. Somehow that intrigued me—it was almost like déjà vu.

"Let's make a bet," she grins mischievously. She takes a bold step towards me. "If I can last a week talking to you then you owe me a cup of coffee."

I huff, "And if you can't?"

"Then I'll leave you alone afterwards."

Oh, the idea of never talking to her again was tempting. I could almost savor the peace and quiet once she lost. Even if this bet was stupid and childish, I wanted her to leave me alone.

Suri was questionably determined too, I wonder if she really thinks she can be friends with me? I couldn't wait to laugh in her face when she realizes how stupid she's being.

So I simply smirk, inviting her to continue her little game. Only I knew it would fail.

"Alright, you're on."

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