"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙..."
A lift to school was all you needed, in his bed is where you stayed...
Eren Jaeger has grown up in a life of easy money, fast cars and Hell, the g...
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𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚- 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙂𝙖𝙜𝙖❟ 𝘽𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙘𝗲
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After Armin's considerably rude dismissal, you and Mikasa found yourselves loitering around the art hallway.
"You know what, y/n? I say we skip." She announced.
You shook your head, wanting to maintain your squeaky clean record.
"Seriously? Senior Ditch Day is coming soon anyway. There's no point." You countered.
Mikasa rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the art room that Armin was pacing around in, phone still clamped against his ear.
"What's with men? Think they're all that." She muttered, acting as she didn't hear what you just said.
"I'm sure Armin didn't mean to be rude. It's probably urgent." You defended.
Why you were defending Armin? You had no clue. Your friend shook her head.
"Not just Armin. Dudes in general. I'm so fucking sick of being looked at like a fucktoy for the guys around this school." She complained.
Before you could open your mouth to reply, Mikasa crouched down to the laces of her chunky boots.
"Damn girl, you can bend like that for me any day of the week." Smirked a voice behind you.
Several jocks were passing through the corridor, taking a shortcut through the art block to get to the gymnasium. You couldn't say you knew any of them even if you did, they had been stored into your catalogue of short term memory and their faces had long since faded from your departure.
You went rigid, turning and waiting for Mikasa's expected outburst. She didn't flip out, instead, she calmly finished tying her shoes, wiggling her ass as she stood for good measure. To say the guys in front you weren't drooling was a lie. Some were halfway decent, turning away and pretending to be interested in the modern art production. Your best friend threw you a sly wink as she slinked over to the guy who has spoken.
"Oh my God! Bryce McKella? How could I have forgotten about you?" She gasped, pressing kisses to each of his cheeks.
She kissed him hard enough for her inky lipstick to stain each of his cheeks. His friends gasped but he looped an arm around her waist, acting as if he wasn't all too confused with Mikasa's absurd behaviour.
"How are you doing, doll?" He asked quite sceptically, the way his hand was moving lower made you physically sick.
What the fuck was Mikasa doing? Wasn't she the one who was just complaining?
"I'm great, just reminiscing. Remember when we met at that party and you tired to get it on with me but you came just because we started grinding?" She grinned.
