"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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"miss grice, can i talk to you for a moment?"
the foot that'd been halfway out the classrooms door slowly retracted as mr. smith gave a knowing smile, holding what seemed to be last week's history quiz with blaring red marker streaks. it was an obvious issue, that made you roll your eyes and stifle a groan, before giving historia the look as to say youknow the drill.
and she did indeed know the drill considering almost every history grade you'd ever received could legally be considered a hate crime. seriously, the french revolution was not you're forte, even if marie antoinette was an icon.
a clear image of last weeks lunch chat-up resurfaced. you'd just gotten back one of smiths impossible history quizzes — a 'funny' nickname he'd given the weekly quizzes, although they were very possible (just, not in your case) and also not funny — and decided to showcase it off to your cynical group of friends, moping about desperately needing a tutor or a brain transplant.
"how's this even possible?"
ymir laughs like a hyena, referring to the fact that out of 30 questions you had gotten exactly 30 incorrect. it shouldn't have been possible, showcasing the luck you just so happened to have when it came to schoolwork. to be fair, you didn't even have the required textbook to study, not like it would change much if you did.
"very funny, this wouldn't be happening if you were a decent human being and helped me study."
albeit even if she offered, there was no time or motivation between cheer practice and partying to have any actual interest in the likes of studying. seriously, you hadn't studied since middle school, and that was a time that had been forcibly forgotten.
how were you supposed to cram millions of dates and names inside your head when there was much more important things to remember? you were just a girl after all.
"those services are only opened for historia!"
she teasingly stuck out her tongue, slinging an arm around the blonde-haired female who'd been mindlessly eyeing someone from another table, completely unaware of the conversation happening in her own group. your eyes intensively latched onto hers, following the line of view till eventually landing on the nerd-herd.
there sat: the brain, the geek, the goth and... eren jaeger who was currently unidentified.
due to previous events a few days ago, aka eren apologizing to historia for some drama you couldn't care enough to remember, she'd been undeniably crushing on him. eye fucking during lunch time crushing.
it was odd, not the normal teen queen movie, you know like ones where the mean girl bakes her cake and eats it too. however historia appeared to be undergoing a total angsty phase, and nobody was willing to admit it to her.
