too close

⁰³ / " kinky, that's hot "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》

Eren looks stupid. Why does he refer to his girlfriend as a stranger? Instead of coming over here, he should be going to her.

He pulls out his phone as he approaches you. When he starts typing, you get a notification from your skirt's pocket. You thought to yourself, 'Shit.' Eren can't know. Ever.

You tried to silence your phone, but it was too late; he was standing right next to you. You just stood there, stunned, as he started calling your phone.

He seemed perplexed and hung up, only to discover that yours had also hung up.

"Uh... Is it possible that someone is calling you while I call you as well?" Eren inquired.

You gave a quick nod "Yes! What difference does it make to you, weirdo?" You made a fast statement.

He called again after tilting his head to look at you. Your phone started to ring, and then he hung up. Your phone stopped ringing when he ended the call.

With his crimson-tinted eyes glaring at you, he said, "I don't think this is some kind of fuckup."

His messy bun dangling from his shoulder, he pinned you against the wall. His hand was above your shoulder, and he had a forward slant to his head. Your sense of smell was overcome by the faint scent of vanilla musk.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. He slowly opened his emerald yet red eyes and stared at you. His eyes were filled with a deadly hatred. You can tell he was planning to kill you right now.

You tried to speak while laughing uncomfortably. He smacked his hand against your mouth, covering it as you tried to speak.

He demanded, "Shh..." Your eyes opened wide at first, but after a few seconds, they relaxed.

To get out of this situation, you tried head bumping him, but it didn't work. Your muscles wouldn't let you move, and his arm was wielded with far too much force for you to even try.

"Are you serious right now?" He asks. You started to nod, but he stopped you by placing his other hand that was on the wall against your chin.

"Do you have any idea how irritated I am right now, stranger? Yeah. You don't even have the right to be called from your name." He says. You slowly placed your hand in a thumbs-up position, hoping he would understand.

He was even angrier as he looked down at my hand and then back to my eyes. "Were you trying to piss me off ?" He expressed his displeasure angrily. "I swear I'm not,"  You whispered under his grip.

He had daggers for eyes and smirked as he looked you in the eyes. "I bet you're having a good time, enjoying this, you fucking bitch. You're lucky I don't hit girls," he grumbled, his face straightening into a frown. 

You couldn't let him get the best of you, even though he looked hot as fuck right now.

He slowly took his hand away from your mouth, causing you to gasp for air. He also took his hand away from your chin, freeing you to respond with actions.

"I haven't spoken to my father in years, and you gave me false hope..." he lamented. "Fuck you, stranger," he said, raising his middle finger and thumb at you from behind before walking away, leaving you speechless.