YEAGER.

Chapter 9: Fernanda

Hey babies! A lot of people have asked if YEAGER was coming to an end! Do y'all want it to end? :-( The answer is No.

Yeager is still ongoing, and there are still chapters being formulated inbetween me furiously typing essays and papers for school. But we're not done yet. I was going to wait to release this chapter, but this is my consolation prize for not updating in awhile. I love you guys! if you found me from tiktk, if you could do me the biggest Favor and follow .shesayeageristtoo because tiktok has been attacking my account where most of you discovered me and this fanfic, and they may permanently ban it too so to be safe, I will be putting excerpts and updates about this and all other fanfictions on there from now on. I'm also releasing some short fanfics that will be dropping in December. That's my birthday month! So you know I gotta do it big.

ILYALL, and as usual, ALL HAIL EREN YEAGER! //

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"Are you sure?"

Fernanda looked at you with uncertain eyes. Since you'd fell to the floor at her apartment after the party, you avoided going to your dorm. It'd been a couple of days since that moment, and you could discuss nor process the effect of the part with her there. But you also couldn't really think about much else than that damn Yeager. Thankfully, Fernanda didn't mind, because she could watch and be sure you were okay.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't avoid my dorm forever, and I need a proper shower."

She nodded, watching as you got up to leave. The night prior you and her even worked out the final kinks of your project, and were feeling more readier than ever to present. You grabbed your things and went to her door, hesitant to walk out, alone. Fernanda stood by you as you stopped, and placed her hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to go if you're not ready."

You turned to face Fernanda, before pulling her into a hug. "Thank you boo, seriously. But I'll be okay. I've got a few things I need to do. I'll text you to remind you I'm still alive."

Fernanda rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. She had to trust you because she couldn't stop you. You walked out, and in a few moment, Fernanda heard the elevator ring, opening and closing with you inside. Fernanda closed her door and walked into the living room, sighing deeply, before going back inside. The liquor she'd taken from you, she mixed a bit into her green tea, her alternative since she didn't have any Baileys in her house.

Fernanda was new to this college, but she'd been faring off well. It was easier to settle in an environment that was more freeing with more opportunities, and more...liberal. Fernanda loved seeing the couples walk through the halls, couples who were a part of her community. It took her by surprise at first, because of course there were public relationships at her school, but same-sex anything was still a taboo. Even in that, Fernanda couldn't help but attract individuals of every gender.

But when she was discovered to be macking on one of the college organization's stellar student's girlfriend, it didn't turn out well for her. The girl didn't want to lose the status her boyfriend gave her, but she wasn't attracted to him, and certainly didn't love him. Fernanda was convinced she was full on lesbian, encouraged her to come out, and be honest about who she was. But of course, that was easily lost in translation.

That stupid prick ended up sabotaging Fernanda's connections. Slowly she found that organizations she was apart of: Student Council, Debate, and Environmental Science, began to slowly shut her out, one by one. The girl's boyfriend was Fernanda's TA of one of her most important classes, and had threatened to report her work that he was to grade for plagiarism. It all became too much for Fernanda, and her world was closing in on her fast. The few friends she had couldn't even persuade her to stay, and even when she thought she could, depression wrapped around her like a snake. So Fernanda left, and that's when she became your partner for this project.