too close

¹² / " i think you're enjoying this "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》
[mature audiences only!]

"Today, you'll be pairing up with the person sitting next to you in class. Hurry on, now, " With a grin on his face, Pixis says.

It's been a week since your last meeting with Eren outside of classes, and things have been pretty good between you two.

You can finally call each other friends rather than accomplices.

You were currently in AP world history. Connie Springer sat right next to you. The man who dared you to stay with Zeke during the party.

You gagged and turned away, your arms crossed. You could feel his gaze on you. You caught a glimpse of his face-palming head out of the corner of your eye.

He then stood up and pushed his desk closer to yours. He sat down again after that. You were almost on top of each other. To put it another way, y'all were touching shoulders.

Even though you were feeling claustrophobic, you hugged yourself. You sighed and moved your weight away from him, your face leaning on your side.

"What's up with you?" He inquired, his brow furrowed and his body leaning in closer to you.

You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on your now-on-the-desk sides. "I'd rather die than work with you on a project. What exactly is it about?" You inquired.

He cleared his throat before putting his hand in the space between your and his desks. "Something to do with historical figures and a resume. When you bring them all together, I think you get resumes for historical figures," he makes an educated guess.

Pixis is still walking around, handing packets to other classmates, and you roll your eyes. You note that neither Eren nor Mikasa is at school today. That's weird. You ignore it, believing they are just ill.

You'll ask Eren later.

You sigh and turn to face the front of your desk. Connie examines the directions you were searching in, deducing that you were on the lookout for someone.

"Are you looking for your boyfriend, Eren?" Smirking and elbowing your shoulder, he asks. You rub your shoulder as you roll your eyes. "I'm not looking for that asshole, thank you very much. Why does it even matter to you? Baldie," You mumbled under your breath.

Pixis approaches you and places the packet on both of your desks. He gave you a blank look as if he had noticed you.

He doesn't like it when students make fun of other students, although it's the twenty-first century, and kids do it all the time. He's clearly living in the past.

When you pick up the packet, you find it to be eight pages long. "Are you serious?" You cry and hurl the packet at Connie. He admits, "From your attitude, I can already tell we're fucked."

He was absolutely right. He was a snob who got into this class by accident... most likely. The only topic in which he'd be better than you is AP biology, which is simple for almost anyone. You simply have trouble recalling each cell's reaction.

The banging on your forehead caused you to put your hand on your head. You've got a headache. While taking the packet, and reading the first page, you groaned.

Pixis was going over it in class as well, but each time he spoke, your head hurt. He is always yelling.

You're surprised that you or other students haven't gone deaf as a result of him.

—

As you and the other students walked out of class, it was now lunchtime. Pixis', Hange's, and Erwin's classes were completed.