Little Snowflakes (Eremin Fanfic)

Game

Yo! Here's Eren's POV. Hope you all are doin welllll ok bye

Eren’s POV

I don’t know what overcame me, but it wasn’t too bad on my standards. Worst thing is, I got caught.

I heard someone being beat up, and in this school, it’s kind of “Every man for himself”, so I didn’t really give a shit at first. But then I heard a familiar voice, one I immediately associated with Armin, and I just went around the corner and knocked their balls as hard as I could. Armin was on the ground, pretty bruised up, but neither looking helpless nor hopeless. Some teacher that I hadn’t had before, I think the advanced algebra teacher came around the corner and caught me and James Samson beating each other up.

Reluctantly, we followed her to her room. I quietly whispered in Samson’s ear: “No truth. Make it a game.” He nodded, and his face suddenly appeared to be a nonchalant expression.

“Sit,” She said and pointed us to two of her chairs. We immediately sat down, trying to be innocent.

“What the hell were you boys up to? What were you doing to that girl? Explain to me.”

God, did she even listen to the speech Armin made? He’s a boy, you shitting COW!

I spoke first. I had to think fast, and I came up with a kind of decent plan that was pretty unbelievable but I was sure that this teacher wouldn’t tell the difference.

“James and I happened to go to the same drama program this year for a summer camp. We’re performing a comedy of Sleeping Beauty. It’s kind of funny, actually—I’m Prince Charming, and James here is the witch that curses Sleeping Beauty.” I almost started laughing. I could feel Samson’s death stare leaving a mark on my face. Don’t smile, Eren, don’t laugh, don’t smile! “Anyway,” I continued, “our performance is this weekend, and we’ve been practicing a lot. Prince Charming and the witch actually meet up in this version, and they kind of have a long history. It’s hilarious.” I couldn’t stop the smile from growing on my face. “I think I have a pamphlet in my locker, do you want me to go get it?” Please say no, please say no, please say no…

The teacher looked at both of us with skeptical, suspicious looks. After a few seconds of silence, she said, “No, that’s alright, but I’d like to know the reason you were beating up that kid. You may get a suspension for that.”

“That actually wasn’t either of us,” I said. “That was James' friends, Nico and Ricky.”

“I thought I saw a couple of boys running off from the scene,” she said agreeingly. I mentally sighed of relief. James, meanwhile, was probably contemplating what trouble he would get into with Ricky and Nico for supposedly ratting on them.

“Alright, boys, you shouldn’t be doing drama skits when you’re supposed to be in class. I’ll let you go.” She ripped a piece of a sheet of blank paper and quickly scribbled down something on it. She repeated this action with another ripped sheet of paper. “Here’s an excused tardiness note,” She said, giving us both a sheet. “Go on now.”

“Thank you,” James mumbled under his breath.

As soon as we were far out of hearing distance of the teacher, James stared daggers at me. “You sick son of a b—” I cut him off.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Samson. I said to call it a game. And, of course I should’ve remembered a dumbass like you wouldn’t know that games always have losers and winners.” I gave him an evil grin, and without saying anything else, I walked off.

The thought didn’t come to me until the end of the day.

Did I just go through all of that for a BOY?!

This was bullshit.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit...

Sorry that was kind of short. See you soon :)