Valedictorian | Armin Arlert

bottoms up

You threw your belonging down on your bed, clearing off space to do some schoolwork before school. You flipped the light switch, illuminating your dusty basement bedroom.

It was incredibly ordinary, the bed had an iron bed frame with rich, dark brown sheets that were covered by pale quilts and a banana yellow cover. Aside from your desk, a bookshelf towered in the corner, filled do the brim with various selections of literature. Your wall was covered with awards, plaques, test scores and highlighted excerpts from your favorite authors. In addition, various posters hung on the walls, covered by fair lights.

A soft noise disturbed your thought, causing your head to dart in the direction of the window. You saw a pair of legs softly kick at your window. Familiar voices mumbled from outside. You reached for your phone but before you did, it vibrated with a text message notification.

sashabraus: open your window loser

ok :(Y/N)

You unlatched the locks on your doors and slid them open. Sasha slipped through the window pretty easily but Jean, Marco, and Connie had the most trouble.

"What's good, (Y/N)?" Connie flashed his teeth.

"What are you guys doing here?" you scowled.

"I brought booze," Jean whined.

Your eye twitched. You looked at the bottle of liquor in Jean's hand and then back at Jean.

"Are... you insane?" Where they trying to jeopardize your future with an entire bottle of tequila.

Connie threw his head back, "Oh come on, (Y/N) it's our senior year."

"As of today," you argued, "Marco, I thought you were supposed to stop them from doing dumb shit?"

Jean threw his head, hooking his arm around Marco who sweetly winced. You relied on Marco to take your side, convincing them to leave and be responsible. Besides, tequila is a little too strong for a Monday.

"Yeah....," Marco said, "We think you should lighten up... you know? You're like the only one who cares about senior year. We're just trying to graduate."

You gave an uneasy glare, "Isn't this exactly what they said would happen in elementary school. Like peer pressure or something."

"No, no, no," Sasha wrapped an arm around you, "We're your friends."

"Yeah," Connie said, "We just want what's best for you!"

Marco whispered im your ear, "Summer hasn't worn off for them yet."

Your face fell. How stupid they take you for? Apparently, extremely and you were about to prove that point. You shrugged and ripped the bottle out of Jean's hand. 

"Um. (Y/N)-" Jean reached for the bottle but you already took a swig from the flask. A burning sensation lit up your mouth, as it twisted into a bitter cringe from the liquor's stinging. Your eyes squinted tight as you struggled to adjust with the foreign stimulation.

"Ouch. Okay not feeling anything. Get out."

Wait," Sasha said worriedly, "That was way too easy."

"Don't care," you tossed the bottle through the opened window of your room, landing safely in the grass.

Jean comfortably settled on your bed with Marco, "Well since you ruined that, then tell us about your date with Armin."