𝚁 𝙴 𝙵 𝙻 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 | 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 - 𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁

(Y/N)'s POV:

Eren shoved me out of his car the next morning—the very second my mom came back home from her boyfriends.

He shook me awake, not wasting a moment. "Get out."

My eyes snapped open, and I instinctively slapped his hand away. "Dickhead—don't touch me," I said sharply, feeling my eyes still drooping.

"Your mom is finally back, so if you would be so kind as to exit my vehicle, that would be lovely."

I didn't feel like moving, but the last place I wanted to be was here, so I got up and left. It was definitely one of our colder fair-wells, but I didn't give a damn; my neck hurt and I was exhausted still. So I happily got out of his car, giving him a friendly finger-like gesture to which he returned.

Eren must have been just as cranky, because he was overly dramatic about me having fallen asleep in his car. Which honestly surprised me, too. I couldn't remember feeling so tired and I wasn't even sure why...

My mom was at the front door, frowning at me as I made my way over to her, as she had just gotten home herself. I heard Eren's car driving away as soon as I closed the backseat door.

"Was that Jean?" She asked me, giving me an odd look.

My gaze snapped up. "Huh?"

"Who was that?"

I shook it off. "It was no one. Just my ride back from the party."

She paused, humming for a moment. "A bit of a late drop off..." she curiously stated.

I sighed. "I mean, not really. I just lost my keys at Historia's and ended up falling asleep."

She nodded, turning to unlock the keys to our house. "Well, it was nice of them to wait with you, wasn't it?" Her tone was suggestive, and I frowned, not wanting to give in to whatever she was implying.

My mom had no idea about Eren, and I wanted to keep it that way, so I merely replied with a simple nod as I followed her into the house.

I headed up to my bedroom, still feeling exhausted—my whole body hurt, as if Eren had run me over with his car while I was asleep. But I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he actually had.

I collapsed onto my bed, not bothering change clothes or do anything else. My head and neck were feeling extra sore from the awkward position of sleeping in the backseat, and I winced as I laid down on it wrong, a burst of pain running though the side of my body.

I felt too tired to move, and so eventually I just gave in to the sleep pulling at my mind.

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I finished my part of the report over the next few days, finally getting that part of my partnership with Eren over with.

It was one of the best feelings, being done with it. Just like everyone said, it was probably one of the worst reports we'd had to write in senior year.

And I actually felt... proud of myself, for finishing it. Months ago, I wasn't even sure if that was something I could've done. It was strange, the feeling of accomplishment. And more than that, I actually felt like I did a good job on it. For some reason, I'd actually put in effort, and tried my best to make sure it was worthy.

I think part of it was due to the fact that I was scared about the whole you-need-it-to-graduate and Mr. Ackerman's oh-so friendly reminders, but another part of me merely just wanted to one-up Eren and his part of the report. I also wouldn't have been able to stand it if Eren had done a better job and made me look like some idiot who couldn't do anything, since he seemingly liked to remind me of that enough already.