DIRTBAG|𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁 ➪

𝟯𝟮|𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲

p/n=pronouns
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you were sitting at work a few weeks later, flipping through a magazine at the front desk.

a fan was sitting besides you, blowing off cool air in contrast to the heat outside.

"nobody come in yet?" annie said from behind you, holding a popsicle in one hand.

"must be a slow afternoon," you said, putting down the magazine you had in hand. "where'd you get that?" you pointed towards the popsicle annie held.

"back freezer." she sat down in the seat next to you, turning the fan up one more notch. "so, what's up with you?"

"what do you mean what's up with me?"

"what's with your life? like, what's going on."

"boys."

annie groaned, "ugh, i hate them. what happened?"

you sighed, "you know armin arlert? how we were...you know, messing around i guess."

"oh god what did he do?"

"went to see another girl the day before we were supposed to go on a date. some guy sent me a video of him walking into some girl's apartment."

"oh he's a fucking asshole. how could he do that to you?"

you shrugged, "i thought we had something annie. he really made it seem like he liked me."

"honestly someone who thinks about doing that to you must be crazy. you're y/n. everyone wants you."

"everyone wants him too! that's why i didn't believe him when he said he was tutoring. he's probably at that girl's apartment right now."

annie leaned in towards you, "you know what you have to do?"

"what?"

"you have to like, kiss someone in front of him. be really touchy, make him jealous. regret what he did. then, when he tries to come back to you...reject him."

you smiled, looking back at annie. "you're so smart."

"i know."

she laughed, leaning back into her seat. your eyes drifted. her tank top strap that started to slide down her shoulder, the gloss on her lips that shined perfectly, her golden hair that fell to her shoulders. annie was beautiful, but she didn't like when people told her that.

"do you want to get something to eat? i'm hungry." you asked, looking at the time.

"we're still on shift." she said.

"it's empty, no one is coming in. we can close just for a little and come back quick enough."

annie shrugged, standing up.

"let's go then."
**

"and then, she cheated on me a third time." annie said, swiping a fry from your plate.

"damn, did she ever learn?"

"apparently not."

you laughed. "we need to do this more often, annie. all that working with each other and we didn't really hang out."

"yeah. you're fun to be around, definitely." her cheeks turned a light pink.

"thank you. you are too."

you and annie were at a nearby restaurant, sitting in a booth and talking over lunch.

"hey, you're going to that party right? on friday. everyone's talking about it." she said, taking a sip from her drink.

"oh of course. connie forced me to go basically, to get over armin."

she gasped, "he's right! also, that could be the perfect opportunity to make him jealous. he's definitely going to be there."

"that's true," you shifted in your seat, "you want to go with me and connie?"

"huh?"

"we'll pick you up. we can all go together, it'll be fun!"

annie hesitated, that slight blush appearing on her cheeks again. "okay, but don't pick me up too early. i need time to get ready for a party like that."

you laughed, "don't worry, connie takes even longer."

checking the time on her phone, annie asked "should we start heading back? we're about to be out for two hours."

"oh yeah!"

you both got up and annie left cash on the table, grabbing her bag.

"i would've paid annie."

"don't worry about it." she smiled at you.

"i swear if nobody comes in when we get back i'm clocking out." you said, following her out the door.

"same here."

when walking out the door, you bumped into someone. you both apologized profusely, then, you saw who it was.

it was eren.

"oh, y/n! i'm sorry, i was looking at my phone. i should watch where i'm going."

"don't worry about it eren. how's everything?"

"everything's okay. i'm picking up food for me, jean and armin."

of course he mentioned armin.

"that's good..you going to the party friday?"

"of course! why would i not go? are you?"

"yup."

eren smiled, "okay, i'll see you then."

"see you then!"

he walked into the restaurant, the door shutting behind him.

"isn't he armin's friend?" annie asked.

"just because i'm not cool with armin doesn't mean i'm not cool with eren," you said.

annie shrugged, "you should get with him."

"annie!"

"i'm just saying!"

***