Romanticist - [connie springer x reader] NSFW

Part 4

The two of you scrambled to get yourselves together. Reaching down to help Eren with his pants you pulled them back up with one swift movement. Allowing him to handle the rest on his own you stood up from your seat, first side eyeing the boy in front of you, wondering as to how anyone was able to enter the occupied space to begin with. There was no way he was actually dumb enough to forget to lock the door behind him.

"How the hell did they get in here, you locked the door right?" Moving out of your compromised spot you pulled yourself together, attempting to tidy your hair from any possible misplacement the events prior could have done to it. Without a word in response he just stood there looking innocent which was a sharp contrast to the way he looked no more than 5 minutes prior. His mouth opened and closed about three times, trying to find words to say in his defense, but he was at a loss for words.

Pulling you from your heated glare directed towards the brown haired boy came a loud obnoxious laugh from your best friend- who was still humiliatingly staring at the situation. Your attention was now focused on the pair that walked in on the two of you, and you couldn't help but feel anger building in your core. The likelihood of him bumping into Sasha was something that didn't even cross your mind because just like he said earlier- there was no way that would happen, but here you were.

"When I asked if you were gonna fuck him I meant like on an actual bed, not a bathroom you idiot."

"Glad to see the two of you are on good terms now." Silence.

Any lighthearted mood that filled the room was sucked out by your words. You didn't even know why you said it, there was no reason to be as aggressive as you were but you couldn't help it. The sight of her standing there with a smile on her face, her hand grazing his as if she didn't completely ruin him just less than two years ago. What made it worse was how unbothered by it all he was. He was always so fucking unbothered. Like he too forgot about all of the pain she caused him, all in one simple interaction, and the thought infuriated you.

"I'm tired of this." You could feel everyone's eyes fall on you as he said this. The tension in the room got thicker by the second, so thick that you thought you would start choking on the air.

"Tired of what? Me looking out for you?" You hoped to god that he would drop it soon. You hoped to god that this wasn't going to be the start of a legitimate fight between the two of you because you knew how cruel he could be when he was upset.

"I'm tired of your shit, y/n, I'm tired of the way you make me feel guilty all of the fucking time just because it happened to be Sasha that I picked back then and not you!" You felt the brunette shift beside you and you watched him awkwardly walk out of the cramped space, not wanting to be part of whatever altercation this was becoming.

"That's not fair Connie."

"How is that not fair is that not the truth? You know how sick it made me feel to watch you pretend to like her when we hung out together? when I knew you wished I never met her?"

"Well what about you, Connie? Huh? What about you?" You choked out the words, desperately trying to stop the suffocating sensation from your throat as you felt your face get hot and the tears threaten to expose yourself. "You haven't stopped punishing me for what she did to you. That whole summer you shut me out and treated me like shit Connie."

He had nothing to say in response. At first you had thought that he was silent because he felt bad- or because you were right in what you said, but soon after you saw the color drain from his face. In one swift movement he was curled over the sink, puking his guts out. Taking this as an opportunity to get yourself out of the painfully embarrassing situation you pushed your way past them and made your way back down the stairs that you came up.