That Night In June | ATTACK ON TITAN X READER | AU

Chapter Six: Payback

    "It's not just me that thinks this way!" Ashley asserted. "People all around the world believe this to be true!"
Clyde sighed. "You've got to admit it, though. It is peculiar."
"The only peculiar thing about it is that people aren't taking action yet!"
You watched the two silently while you stuffed your face with the pancakes and french toast Bonnie had made minutes earlier. Said girl was supposed to be eating with you three but as soon as you saw Clyde she swiftly abandoned you and your sanity for the safety and comfort of your room. You were thankful your parents had left for work early. Being with them wasn't really that bad, as long as they weren't together. Your father never talked about your sisters and treated you like royalty. Anything you ever wanted, you got. You didn't have to lift a finger with him around. Your mother, on the other hand, brought up your sisters on a constant basis. You could get why. It was weird without Mara running around the house, organizing everyone and everything. You almost missed the moments when your house lost power because of the number of utilities Sarah had been using in her room. She had a bigger and better sense of humour than your dad and was always prepared for any situation from uninvited, random appearances of friends to a zombie apocalypse. They still seemed the same, yet much different.
"(y/n), what do you think?" Ashley asked, turning to you and pulling you back down to earth.
You prop your elbows on the table and lay your head on your hand. "About what?"
"Ashley says that wearing mismatched socks is a sign of bad luck." Clyde explained, rolling his eyes.
"And how did this conversation come about?"
"Bonnie was wearing the wrong socks! She could get seriously hurt!" suddenly Ashley gasped, clutching her face. "Maybe she's hurt right now! I better check!" she slid out of her seat at the kitchen table and slipped through the hallway, out of sight.
Clyde shook his head, a small smile adorning his features. "That girl... what're we going to do with her?"
"Stay out of her way so we don't get run over by rolling laundry baskets?" you suggested.
"Fair point. Let's stick to that idea."
Ashley barged down the stairs, pulling Bonnie behind her by the girl's wrists. Bonnie kept her eyes on Clyde the whole time until she was situated in her seat, for you, she smiled before continuing to glare blades at her twin.
"Can you stop that, it's kind of creepy," Clyde said, finally digging into his food.
Ashley looked between the three of you, anticipating the older girl's reaction. "Only if you apologize."
"Apologize for what?!" he screeched, making you flinch in surprise to his sudden raise of volume. "I did nothing wrong! It should be you who apologizes!"
"I was only speaking the truth, therefore I am not the one at fault."
"How does that even work!?"
"What did you guys do now?" you asked after shoving the last bit of breakfast down your throat.
"We're arguing about you," Bonnie explained.
"Bonnie! There you go, being a dip again!"
You deadpanned. "Why are you arguing about me?"
"Never mind, it's not important right now. What's important is when you're going to start studying for your music test next week, (y/n)."
"Oh c' mon, Bonnie! It's almost the weekend! We can study during the time the teachers actually give us and take it easy today." Clyde whined.
Bonnie glared harder if it was even possible. "Do you want (y/n) to fail?"
"No, of course not."
"Great, then we'll study at lunch."
"Why do I even try anymore?"

When the four of you got to school, Bonnie and Clyde immediately went their separate ways, leaving you and Ashley by yourselves. The four-eyed girl was slowly being accepted into your group bit by bit and you had to admit that you did enjoy her company. You both evened out. She did all the talking for you and you did all the thinking for her. Clyde jokes that it's a match made in heaven. It's been a little over a month since school started and you weren't feeling any better than the first day you arrived back.
"Want me to walk you to your locker? Mine's not far from yours anyway." Ashley offered.
"As long as you don't make any stupid comments about Armin and me purposely in front of Jean to get a reaction." you compromised.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." you both started to head towards your locker. "Hey, I haven't seen that freckled boy that always hangs around Jean lately. Is he sick or something?"
You shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you ask Jean?"
"Maybe I will."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about the so-called 'Freckled Jesus'. You recall your conversation with Jean about said 'Saint' two weeks earlier.