LIGHT SPEED | Eren Jaeger

audacity

My writing style PEAKED in this chapter- it's a lot different than usual. Bare with me. 

Future star: real. idk what i was on. i wish it was weed tbh.

004, AUDACITY

Eren Jaeger. 

The name, along with everything he was, had been stuck in my head for the past week—especially the way he had enunciated my name like it was made solely for him alone to say. It was an agonizingly sweet situation, and I loathed myself for not being able to dismiss the very idea of him from my mind.

I hated his arrogant and overconfident personality along with his devastatingly gorgeous features. I hated how he had pinned me against the wall and completely demolished the very idea of personal space.

And yet, my heart would race at the thought of his dark chuckles or the intense stare of his green eyes.

It was absolutely disgusting.

I guess reading all those fanfics made me develop a degradation kink.

I slapped my forehead in frustration, letting my phone slip from my tight, suffocating grip.

A whole week had passed, and I hadn't received a single call, let alone a text from anyone claiming to be the green-eyed male. It was so frustratingly annoying that I had begun to become anxious—my stomach was a constant jumble of knots.

The air in my dorm room was damp with the anxiousness created by my distressed mood, and I was quite sure Hitch had begun to catch onto what exactly was going on.

As much as I wanted to blurt out everything that had happened during the short amount of time I had gone missing at the dorm party, I knew it sounded absolutely ridiculous. Everything from the fact that an insanely hot guy had pinned me against the wall to how I had agreed to participate in an extremely illegal street race was utterly unbelievable.

Not only that, but I couldn't recall Eren mentioning that I could tell anyone about the whole ordeal—and I didn't exactly want to put my life at stake.

It wasn't as if I didn't want to tell her; in fact, even if Eren had told me not to say a word about what I had gotten into, I most definitely would have told her. However, it was a commonly known fact that Hitch had a big mouth, often sharing the things her close friends confided in her by 'accident.' And as much as I loved and trusted her, when it came to this, it was definitely the worst possible idea to tell my roommate.

Dismissing the thoughts from my head, I focused on the rain, watching as the droplets slowly trickled down the foggy glass of the small, singular window in my dorm room.

The weather was depressing as always, meaning I should have been used to the sensation of happiness leaking out from the small blemishes and bruises on the delicate, cold skin of my body that I had grown to hate greatly.

I didn't understand why I was so sad. I had possibly the most normal upbringing, with both of my parents gifting me all their love and attention because I was an only child. I hadn't had any form of underlying trauma, and yet I was falling apart.

The stitches that held all my issues and worries in place were threatening to snap. My heart was full of so many emotions that I didn't understand that I felt like at any given moment I would burst at the seams.

"Y/N?" I heard Hitch's soft, comforting voice call suddenly, pulling me out of the abyss of my mind. All of my thoughts began to ebb, leaving my head empty for the first time in what felt like an eternity.