Senior Year! (Armin x Reader)

Chapter 12: Discordant

Pieck sighed after Y/n had hung up. The girl felt bad about having to be the one to pick up the phone, but seeing as how Porco was being difficult, she didn't have much of a choice.

Phone in hand, Pieck walked back out to the porch and sat next to Porco, handing the boy the device.

She saw that Colt was gone and questioned her friend.

"Did Colt leave?"

Porco was slumped down in his seat, his arms crossed as he avoided looking at Pieck, taking his time in answering.

"His little bro called him and told him to go back home since their mom was worrying."

Humming, Pieck moved to sit next to the boy, the old wood of the porch swing creaking under the new weight.

She was tired of holding back. She was tired of handling Porco with kid gloves simply because the boy was upset.

It wasn't in her nature.

"Too bad he left. He didn't stick around to hear me tell you how much of a dick you're being right now."

Porco groaned and closed his eyes, frowning as he felt the beginnings of a headache.

"You should call her back, ya know."

The boy sighed out and pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to glare at Pieck.

"Why? So that my own girlfriend can lecture me and judge me?" He retorted, clearly annoyed.

"Christ," Pieck laughed out lightly, finding herself feeling more and more frustrated by the minute. "Y/n wouldn't do that, she doesn't seem like the type to judge. She's a decent person and you're not even giving her a chance to be here for you. She sounded real worried-"

"That's cool and all, but I don't want her pity," Porco cut in, rendering Pieck silent for a moment.

Brows furrowed, Pieck stared at Porco, briefly wondering if she should smack some sense into the boy. Literally.

"What is this about? What's going on, why are you being so stubborn, hm? Why won't you talk to her?"

"I just don't want to," he mumbled out firmly as he brought his hand up to massage his temple. His body felt more sluggish as the minutes trickled closer to midnight. He certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with his friend's line of questioning.

Pieck's usual smile was gone. Her lips were downturned into the most disappointed expression as she looked straight ahead towards the road.

"Old, prideful Porco," she started out in a smooth, firm voice. "Can't even apologize to his girlfriend. Even after you idiots trashed her own living room."

Porco huffed out and gritted his teeth. In the next moment, he turned and scowled at Pieck, the girl turning as well and facing him unfazed.

"It's not about pride!" He growled out and Pieck raised a brow.

"Then what is it?" She was genuinely curious now and starting to feel a bit more concerned for her friend.

"I'm just feeling—" Porco paused and raised his hands, bringing them back down to fall onto his lap in defeat. "A mix of things," he breathed out.

"...like?"

Pieck eyed the boy and Porco turned away from her, his cheeks heating up in a way that he absolutely hated. He hated talking about his feelings.

Shooing away his last remnants of hesitance, he finally opened up.

"I'm embarrassed. I fought with stupid Jaeger and I—you're right. I did fuck up Y/n's living room."