Valedictorian | Armin Arlert

traitor

a/n

somewhat proof read. kinda desperate to update but I actually think this chapter turned out good!

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As one, you and Armin crossed the Rubicon. There was no going back from the kiss and no matter how ugly the truth was, you had passion behind it, the driving force of life.

Yet, gathering courage to move further instilled a connotation of prohibition in you as the environment of the school building brought you back to your senses. The bona fide lip sauna fueled that hesitation to see him. Especially at school where the general public knew you to be rivals. Today, you were taking a different route to class, as childish it as it seemed, you did it. As if you didn't share the same class first period.

Marco didn't ask questions, but he did internally suspect something. The halls came to the full circle as you made your way to Professor Smith's room. However, your came to an uncomfortable steep stop as the innocence was scooped from your eyes. 

Oxygen was vaccuumed from your lungs. You spun on your heel so fast you could've pulled Jupiter into your orbit. Despite your shock, you hurried behind a wall, not yet fleeing from the horror before you.

Nobody knew about the scandal with you and Armin last night and you were perfectly content with that. In fact, it would be better if nobody knew. What perplexed you was why Armin had Emilia pressed up against the wall, sucking her face off, as if you hadn't done the exact same thing the night before.

You grimaced. There was less vigor in his lips when it was with her. The imagine burned into your retinas; the betrayal infecting your hippocampus. A deep, dark hole in your delated bosom collapsed in on itself. You swallowed sharply, a sharp, pricking sore lumping in your throat as you watched.

Emilia pulled away. Armin looked concerned and almost scared.

"Hey," you heard her say. "Did you see that?"

"Hm?" replied Armin. Now, you weren't naive enough to think you and Armin were a thing, but she was cheating, right. He shook his head. "No. What?"

You peered at the couple from behind the wall at an angle where they were completely unaware of your presence. Millions of thoughts rushed through your head, too many to grasp, and even comprehending the interaction between them was becoming an impossible task.

"I love you, Armin." Emilia pressed the side of her head to Armin's chest.

"Me too, Em." The simulated smile on his face made your skin crawl. She curled her fingers into his hair and planted a kiss into the crook of his neck. He sighed, his smile faltering for a second. "And I'm sorry."

That was the last straw.

Your eyes stung as you turned in the other direction. Shit, you couldn't cry now. The taste of Armin on your tongue turned bitter and rotten. Your fists clenched, nails digging and drawing blood from your palms.

Did he... lie? Could it be that Armin had managed to make you look like an idiot, once again? A cruel laugh bubbled from your lips, "Fuck." Vision blurring, you collided with a fellow student that was just as frantically galloping through the halls. "Fuck," you replied louder, without looking up.

"Watch where you're fuck–" the voice turned mellow and friendly. "(Y/N)?" Eren awkwardly laughed. You stopped when he said your name.

"What?" You accidentally snapped.

"Are you good?" He rose a brow and slouched.

"Fantastic," you said ironically; hinting that you didn't want him to ask any further questions. You changed the subject. "What class are you heading to?"