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✿•˖*...MUSIC WAS BLARING in your black beats headphones as you strolled down the crowded halls of north chicago high. it was the same thing everyday, a repeated cycle. you walk in, mean mug every loud person mentally and walk straight to your locker to wait for connie.

after putting in your locker combination, you swung your locker open to be welcomed by your mirror that was hung on the door of the locker. you looked at your mirror self, not even bothering to crack a smile because why would you in this place?

you fixed your hair by tucking the two front strands behind the leg of your glasses so they could be put in place. you fixed your fake lashes to your comfort and focused back on adjusting your clothes to make them look right and feel comfortable on you as well.

you wore an oversized, plain black hoodie with a black, loose north face puffer jacket to wear over it. your hands brushed down on your army green cargo pants that were baggy on you. to wrap up the entire fit, your black cats was worn. your favorites.

you stared at yourself even more in the mirror and notice connie was approaching behind you. that was the only time your mirror ever saw you smile. you turned around and rose your hand up, giving your fingers a lil wiggle as he walked closer.

"wassup ma!" connie jokingly said and clasped his hands with yours to dap you up. after letting each other hands go that's when you two did your secret handshake. it might've looked difficult to others but to y'all, this handshake was a piece of cake.

connie was just like you, never smiled in school unless it was you or..."you heard from guapo?" you asked while grabbing the beanie that was in your locker. it's not like you didn't like showing your hair but something about wearing beanies just warmed your heart.

connie's shoulder was rested against a locker and his body leaned, "nah, why?" connie's slitted eyebrow knitted together making his forehead crease from your question.

"homework, ion think her or armin sent it to the group chat last night," you closed your locker after stuffing your materials in your black north face backpack and slammed it shut. connie only shrugged, he really could care less about homework right now.

"ion know man. i didn't even bother texting nobody anyways," connie mumbled, making you side eye him. he didn't look at you since he was looking down at his black air forces, the sound of his guess puffer jacket ruffling was all you heard as he moved his arm up to pull down on the hood of his black nike fleece tech.

you could see his blonde colored hair that was starting to grow out just a tad from underneath his black hoodie of his. connie was always experimenting on his hair when it came to dying it. being unique was his specialty so he centered it around his appearance— his hair.

"nobody...doesn't apply to guapo and i," you slung your backpack over one shoulder and nudged his stomach with your white acrylics making him suck his teeth in annoyance, "you don't gotta lie to me, i know y'all was up on facetime instead of being in bed."

connie looked at you up and down, simply grinned at you. his braced teeth showed as he did so, the top corner of his lips was a dimple that was appearing the more he grinned, "what are you, mi mama? shut yo' ass up," you rolled your eyes at how quick he went from almost giggling to getting aggressive.

you and connie walk beside each other and continued to talk about whatever. it was always something random that you bring up and he deals with your randomness by either telling you to shut up or adds onto that randomness topic.

that's when the conversation began to simmer down when you two saw a familiar friend tip toeing speedily towards you and connie. you looked at connie after hearing him suck his teeth and groan, "connie, be nice," you whispered to him and it sounded like a shout.

"be nice? mija, it's fucking jailyn, y'know ion like her funky ass," connie whispered back to you with aggression. jailyn, as mentioned previously, was your best friend...i mean you thought she was connie's too but connie hasn't been claiming her to be for months now since she ditched y'all.

you met jailyn your sophomore year in high school. though you two were different, personality and style wise, you both were able to click strangely. connie basically had to deal with her for two years and he did that pretty well.

"connie!?"

"what!? i aint forget how she tried to get crazy wimme. talm 'bout some, connie looks like he nibbles scraps from dogs," connie repeated what jailyn told him when she was hanging out with them, 4 weeks into knowing them, "i outta smack the cake off her fucking face when she said that to me!"

you slapped your hand over your mouth when connie said that. you didn't want to admit it but, that lowkey sent you. you hit his shoulder and told him to chill as jailyn approached closer and closer and finally was standing in front of the two.

"hey guys, i missed y'all! y'all never talk to me no mo'," jailyn pouted while giving you a friendly hug. connie mean mugged jailyn so hard and wasn't afraid to hide his face that was screaming of aggravation. connie wanted to tell her to 'shut yo' ass up' , his favorite line as you can tell.

but he knew that you were staring dead at him so he shook off them thoughts and just stayed silent. jailyn didn't bother making any interactions with connie, she knew that connie ain't like her ass. his face was louder than his words.

he's tried to make it known countless of times with his facial expressions, him sucking his teeth every time she spoke, him groaning, and other things like giving y/n a side eye that loudly voiced, 'why this bitch talking right now?'.

"we've just been busy jai'," you lied through your teeth. you and connie were trying to find ways to avoid and distance from jailyn the way she's been hanging out with her lil girlfriend.

she basically ditched y'all but continues coming back all smiley as if she ain't abandon y'all for somebody else. connie didn't really care, though it did make him dislike her even more because why she do that to you? but hey, at least you had him.

connie sighed out of relief that jailyn was finally leaving to go do the daily announcements. you shook your head that jailyn really had the audacity to say that you don't talk to her anymore when really, she stopped first.

"weirdo," connie coughed into his arm, indicating that he was talking about jailyn, "i only tolerated her weird ass 'cause of you ma," connie admitted.

you rolled your eyes and playfully hit his arm making him suck his teeth that you're always hitting him, like damn? you and connie parted ways to your classes since he had an advanced computer science class that he accidentally signed up for and you had selective art.

before walking to the direction of the auditorium, you eyed connie walking up to a group of boys that you assumed was on the basketball team because then, you saw the recognizable man bun and his wing man right beside him.

eren and dominic.

connie dapped them up and all you can see was them talking and doing a bunch of head nods, other things involving patting connie's back. you furrowed your eyebrows when connie turned around and pointed at you with his thumb and went right back to talking.

now, why was this man talking to them about you..is a question that roamed in your mind. you didn't want to just walk up to them asking of course, so you just shrugged it off and thought about asking connie about it later, no biggie.

you turned around and walked down the halls to the auditorium. selective art was a class that you actually liked and it made you happy that it was your first period, though you liked it to be your last period to end your day with.

selective art was basically drama, art, music and other art majors all put into one class. whoever created this must've been one smart mothafucka. it was an elective that you enjoyed more than any of your classes.

you liked this class so much because it was basically a free period one. you just get to chill and do whatever you want but of course there was times where you actually did need to be productive and that's where monthly projects came along. don't worry, they weren't ever too hard or major.

music was something you loved, just like art. so it was a blessing to be able to take both in one class. you pulled the door open to the auditorium and boy was it deserted. from all the people in this big ass school, not a lot of people were interested in this class. they were more focused on gym, everyone liked gym.

"some people are just late hun," one of the students that led a lot of the drama activities shouted to you from the lightened up stage. you whispered 'oh' under your breath and just walked down the stairs to find your seat on one of the stairs in the audience area.

you could care less to be honest, as long as your alone with your sketch notebook and your beats then you were all...fricking...good. but, you couldn't do anything yet when students started flooding in the auditorium.

as the students walked inside you could hear in the speakers, jailyn's honeyed voice speaking. it was an announcement about classes and how some people's schedules were adjusted. you checked your schedule on your phone and exhaled calmly that yours stayed the same.

that's probably why all these students came inside the auditorium in groups. there was so much. after jailyn was done with the announcements, you grabbed your sketch notebook and a pencil out of your bag, placed your beats back on your ears and scrolled through your playlist to play your next song.

you thought just because you were sitting alone, not speaking and just vibing to your music that nobody would bother you...right?

wrong.

the door of the auditorium swung up with such force. you didn't bother looking up, though the wind that the door made the pages of your flutter and flap. you just kept your gaze down on your page and continued thinking of something to sketch.

what made you slowly look in the corner of your eye was someone taking a seat right beside you...as if there wasn't 100 plus other seats to sit at. you turned your head and your eyes went wider than the moon when it was eren that took the seat next to you.

bruh.

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