The French Teacher (Ereri)

Chapter 1

updated 7/3/19

My name is Eren Jaeger, and it's finally my last year in high school. Over the years, I've made a group of people who I'm very proud to call my best friends. Without a doubt, having friends made high school go by fast, and I'm so damn thankful for that. 

"Hey, Eren!" I turned to see one of my best friends eagerly running up to me, most likely to see if we have any classes together. "I finally got my paper, Armin." I expected him to be happy since he waited so long to see my schedule, yet he became an anxious mess as he began comparing our schedules to each other. As he went down the list, though, he calmed down. "Nice! We have some classes together. I was scared to be alone this year," he said. I took my schedule from his hands to see the names of the teachers, hoping I wouldn't see any familiar names on the list, but I raised an eyebrow at one of these name. "Who's Mr. Rivaille," I asked. "Oh, our French teacher? He's new this year so I'm not sure what he's like, but obviously he'll be better than the one from last year. We have him first though, so I hope he's alright." I nodded and kept walking to the entrance. "She was a bitch." I say to myself but Armin acknowledged my statement and scowled. "Don't use words like that!" 

As we walked around looking for our friends before the bell rang, I kept wondering about the French teacher. I wanted my teachers to be nice this year, especially since this teach is my first period teacher today. Unsuccessful with finding our friends, Armin and I walked to class alone. I practically sprinted in to see what the teacher looked like but he wasn't in there yet, so I sat down next to Armin and waited. All of my friends from last year's class came in together. "We were looking for you guys." I said smiling at all of them. Sasha was eating before class, as expected, Jean always next to Marco, and Mikasa setting her bag down on the seat behind me. Strange though because Mikasa hasn't spoken a word with me since we ate breakfast together earlier. She said "Good morning," and that's all. She didn't even walk the same way to school with me. Maybe that's just a normal thing for her, but I'm pretty sure she is mad at me for some reason. She always finds a reason to be mad at me, and we have a long conversation about it after a few days of me noticing she seems more distant than usual. Then again, Mikasa always seems to be thinking about something that she's not willing to share.

About three minutes later, Mr. Rivaille finally comes into the classroom. He seems way too young to be a teacher, he is maybe in his twenties or so. "Good morning, class. I am Mr. Rivaille, I'll be your teacher now, but let me make this clear, if anyone even think about disturbing my class, I will take it harshly upon you, only you, and I will make sure your classmates do the same." Mr. Rivaille is already my least favorite teacher, and I haven't even met the other teachers yet.  He begins to take attendance, starting with Mikasa. "Here, sir," she obediently responds. I wonder why he's looked so mad ever since he entered this class a few minutes ago. His eyebrows are just perfectly shaped to be used to express anger, it's odd, but maybe he isn't actually angry, he just has a resting bitch face.

"Eren Jaeger!" I popped out of my thoughts. "Oh, here!" Mr. Rivaille sighed. "Were you even listening? I called your name three times already. Keep up, or else it'll get to you." He rolled his eyes. "Brat," he mumbles as he walks past me and back to the front of the class to continue to take class attendance. Seriously? Is this allowed? 

"For this class you will need one notebook, nothing specific, pens or pencils, a two pocket folder, and a binder. Many papers will be passed out as reference, and it's important that you neatly keep them in that binder you are to purchase. Bring these items in by the end of this week. This'll be your first grade," he says as he holds up white papers. "Here's the list of the needed items. Who wants to pass them out on this side while I do the other side?"No one offered to help because the girls were too shy since they were already crushing on Mr. Rivaille, so I thought that I could, plus I wanted to get him to see me as a good student, not a brat.

"I will, sir." I stood up. With a smile, I took the other half of the pile. He didn't seem happy to see me helping him, he seem hesitant to even give me the stack. I passed out the papers to the left side while he did the right. The last paper belongs to some girl sitting in the very back. I go over to give it to her, but Mr. Rivaille also happened to notice that she needs one, and began to walk over there to pass her a paper. The papers fall when I walk into him, and so did he, but I caught Mr. Rivaille. He's extremely light, the man is extremely short, barely a little taller than five feet, yet he's still taller than the girls in our class excluding Mikasa and Sasha. I look down at him in my arms and nervously smile. Normally, I wouldn't care, and I'd take the opportunity to watch a teacher fall, and laugh like an ass, but I knew that he'd hate me for this. "Sorry, sir! It was an accident!" I scratch the back of my head once he gets up on his own, worrying he'll yell at me, and send me out of the classroom, even though it's not really my fault. I was just helping. "Clean this mess up, I can't stand living like a pig. Oh, and Jaeger?" I stop picking up the papers for a second, and look up. "Yes?" He smirks at me. "Stop being a brat." He's intolerable. 

The bell rings early because students must be given extra time to locate their classes and navigate around, but I have to stay and pick up all the papers.  Armin walked up to me. "I'll see you in art. I'll tell the teacher why you were late," Armin pitifully says to me before leaving with Sasha and Mikasa, as Jean and Marco separately walk together. 

I pick the last few papers up and give them to Mr. Rivaille. "I'm sorry sir, it was my fault." He turns to look at me. "You think I don't know that?" He sighed. "Just leave before you are late." I frowned. "Sir, listen, you can't seriously think of me that way just from the first day."
"I know that you are a brat. That's all I need to know. Get out of my class, kid. I said it once before, and now don't make me say it again." He begins to walk away from me, but I impulsively break every rule ever and hold onto his arm and pull him back to me.  "Mr. Rivaille, please, you don't know anything about me. Don't call me a brat or treat me like a kid. I can make you like me and I will! I have potential too. I may have nearly failed French last year, but I can do this. I pay attention. Just please make sure to pass me."

Mr. Rivaille grabs my arms and pulls me close. "What would it take to know everything about you?" He whispers in my ear. This was completely random, awkward, and not to mention probably also illegal, but I've lost all sense, as well as my train of thought. All I can feel is myself getting embarrassed. "Umm, j-just forget it." I proceed to walk towards the door, but Mr. Rivaille stopped me. "Come to my class after school, Eren. If you don't, I'll fail you and make sure you don't move on." Regardless of how much bullshit he just said, I can muster out any words other than, "Alright..." I walk out once he lets me go, quickly. Very quickly.

That was weird as hell. He gives off this gross, perverted vibe now. Can he even really do that? Fail me for not coming after school? Dammit. Would I really stand this new school year? I hate this man already. I quickly run to my next class while trying to forget everything that just occurred to me.