too close

²² / " good boy "

《 ✦ TOO CLOSE ✦ 》
1 month later...

"Thank you to everyone who put their sweat, blood, and tears into our spring fling!" Coach Moblit yells.

You and the other volunteers were clustered around a blue-decorated table. Confetti, small stars, papers, a bowl of candies, and three trophies were strewn around the table.

Jean's suspension was lifted three weeks ago, and he's been assisting since. Others have said that you two have been a bit "close" since then.

"It was nothing!" Jean says while smugly crossing his hand. Armin lifts his brows when Jean elbows him. "I mean, you did fall a couple of times," says the narrator.

"Nope! Armin, it's not nice to tell lies "With a nervous chuckle, Jean says. "I think this calls for some reward? Why don't we take a break as volunteers?" Ymir shouts as she puts her arm over her girlfriend's shoulder.

Mikasa, the girl who stands next to you, murmurs, "With what money? We spent the majority of the school's funds on supplies for this project."

Before removing her arm from Historia, Ymir gives her an irritated glance. "Ladies, aye. It'll be OK. Maybe we can go to a water park for two days. We only have roughly $200 left in the fund."

Before saying anything, the coach nods to himself. "I'll book it this weekend for next Thursday and Friday if y'all can provide maybe... $50 per person. What do you think?" With a sweep of his hands, Moblit says. "What if we don't have the money?" Marco exclaims as he lifts his hand slightly.

Coach Moblit sighs as he leans on the table with one hand. "I can pay for it out of my own pocket, but it will be included in your student fees. How does that sound? Also, if you want to invite an extra student then you must let me know ahead of time with the money." After, he says with a chuckle.

Marco's eyes widened as he nodded and put his palm back down. You nodded, gently biting the inside of your cheek.

You were unemployed. You were served everything on a silver platter. Maybe you could ask your parent(s) for some money?

—

"Hell no." As they lift their heads from the newspaper they were reading, your parent remarks. You let out a long sigh of disappointment.

"But-"

"No buts! If you have to, go out and get a job. I'm familiar with an ice cream shop not far from the house. It's called Baskin Robins, I believe..." You walk away from your parent, rolling your eyes. "Okay, thanks I guess," You reply back.

You're enraged by the fact that you didn't even have $50. It wasn't even a significant amount of money. It appeared that you were compelled to work at Baskin-Robbins.

You dash to your room and collapse on your bed. You take your phone out of your back pocket to see whether there is a message from a familiar number.

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Hitch
girlll whyy didn't u tell me that you're gonna
have a lil vacation with the other volunteers?!
marco just told me! now i wish i had joined :(
read: 3:01 pm
—

As you laid your phone on your bed, you rolled your eyes once again. "No one cares," you just wanted to say, and move on with your life. You opted to pick up the phone and respond to the SMS.

__
You
i didn't know beforehand... & i just got
home.
read: 3:03 pm
—

You put your phone back down to answer a call from your parent. "I've called your name three times now, Y/N! Get your ass over here right now!" They scream.