Poison [[Eren x Reader]]

Chapter 6

I take one final glance in my mirror to make sure I look decent enough to be seen by my parents, and to make sure it doesn't look like I was having sex last night. Even though I'm 18, the idea of my parents finding out is mortifying. I hope that there's no evidence on the couch or countertop, because now it's too late for me to clean anything up. Of course they'd come home early, and of course Eren would leave me alone. It's really not that astonishing, but Jesus Christ, it's painful to know that he really doesn't give one single fuck about me.

I walk out of my bedroom and head downstairs towards the kitchen, getting ready to greet my parents and prepare in case there is any proof of Eren and I's activities from last night. On the counter though, really? Thinking about it, that's gross. People eat there.

What kind of post-nut clarity is this?

"Look who's finally up." The oh-so familiar voice states, staring directly at me, and I freeze mid-spot on the staircase. I swear my heart skips a beat.

Just right downstairs, my parents are sitting at the dining table having coffee with the guy who's an expert at masking his true identity: Eren. Staring at me with the familiar mischievous grin with my favorite mug in his hand. He's already too comfortable here.

"I like this one," my mom says while glancing at Eren as he's taking a sip of coffee, and then shifts her focus to me directly after, "He's strong." She says with a laugh and Eren follows.

I think this is worse than having my parents find out that I had sex on the couch in the living room. I wonder what kind of manipulative bullshit he pulled this time. I barely have time to process any of this.

"You should've been awake to properly introduce us," my dad pokes fun at the idea, which doesn't help the fact that Eren didn't bother to mention that we aren't dating. But I guess he's low-key saving my ass because I'd rather them believe that we're dating than believe that I'm bringing home a random dude. I mean, I don't mind this either.

This is some cruel joke the universe is playing right now. I notice Eren holding back a laugh once I sit down at the table next to him, sitting directly across from my mom. My mom has never liked any guy I've dated before, but definitely preferred the girls I've dated. So, Eren is unquestionably a conniving son of a bitch.

"How come you didn't tell us you were bringing your lil' boyfriend over?" My mom asks.

Eren raises an eyebrow and looks briefly over at me, "I thought you told her?"

Excuse me? He's one hell of an asshole, saying anything my parents want to hear. How the fuck did it get to this? Like, seriously, how did he get away with spending the night when it was very obvious that we were screwing around? I'm actually impressed with how it seems that the world adjusts itself for Eren, so he's never inconvenienced. He is so fucking good at making things work out in his favor.

I shrug, "Sorry, I didn't expect you two to be home early." I anxiously laugh, and glance over at Eren who seems to be enjoying every moment of my torture. "I can sleep in today because I don't have class until later." I explain. The clock reads 10:48a.m. and I start class at 4 in the afternoon on Wednesdays, but I have plans with Sasha before class. "Anyway, someone wanna catch me up on what happened while I was asleep?"

"Well, I first saw a car I didn't recognize in front of the house, but I assumed it could belong to anyone. But we went inside and there was a man sitting on my couch watching TV," my dad says, "He stood up, introduced himself, and explained why he was here. And then we started talking."

I lean forward, "About?"

"About him. What he does for a living, what college he goes to, and why he was in our living room. He seems like a respectable man."