geek | armin arlert

tuesday

you woke up to several unanswered messages and a raging headache.

first was historia, who claimed she'd let porco and his crew know they'd been totally forbidden from stepping foot into her house ever again. word around town was she'd stepped in to completely violate him after, reminding everyone it'd been him who was a desperate love-sick puppy. hell yeah.

also mentioning hoping you were okay, from both the public encounter with galliard and also because she was advised not to follow after you, but didn't see you the rest of the night.

armin sent a sleeping kitty gif which read, 'goodnight.' unknowingly to you, armin had spent a total of twenty minutes rationalizing it. originally planning to text how even though the night was eventually ruined, he still enjoyed what little time was spent with you, but it was quickly scrapped once he realized how cheesy it sounded. so after going through a plethora of phrases, and then gifs, he finally decided on something simple.

ymir sent a few stupid-looking emojis, not much of an empathetic person. hitch claimed you looked like a 'total bad bitch' and not to worry about what 'vermins' have to say. you laughed at the choice of words, nobody else would say stuff like that besides her.

even reiner texted, making your heart skip a beat. it also had you coughing up a lung in realization. you'd totally forgotten about the plan! had historia and eren hooked up? was reiner heartbroken?

his small 'you okay?' text didn't reveal much, in fact, it just made you feel shittier. planning to totally ruin his love life in order to improve your own, what a mess. although yesterday had been major mayhem, you'd rather perceive it as a remedial. a learning experience rather than a full-blown entanglement.

after tending to armins wound and basically breaking his heart all over again, he offered to leave that place and all its drama to walk you home. considering you didn't have the balls to face a crowd full of judgmental dancing teens, even if porco had been kicked out, you agreed. that probably didn't help shrug off the existing crush, and long story short, it was freezing, you probably know what that meant.

the retro zip up armin had lent to hide your identity while walking out was dangling on the desk chair, exactly where it'd been left last night before showering. it slightly gave you an ick considering it was just a reminder of a rough night, kind of like how scents made people reminiscent of certain eras, the sweater did the same. you stared at it for a few moments before sighing, and heading towards the restroom.

you'd contemplated bringing it or not, but thought against it. that would totally just fuel the idea of dating armin arlert, and that was the last thing you needed after last night.

after brushing your teeth and cleansing your face, you stared into the dusty mirror. it hadn't been the cleanest considering you shared it with two idiotic brothers, though you weren't home much to care.

this time a different woman than the one who attended the party stared back at you. this girl looked a lot more worn out, perhaps due to lack of makeup or maybe just plain stress.

in reality the idea of attending school after a full-fledged shit show was not particularly appealing. in fact, it was surprising how calm you'd been about it. other than the violent headache which was now simmering down, everything seemed totally normal. not that you had done anything wrong, but as the memories came pouring back like a drunken mistake it was a lot more prominently degrading on your part. and not in a sexy way.

the only scenario that genuinely scared you was actually running into porco. though even then if what everyone was saying was true, galliard should be a lot more ashamed than you in the long run.

but if mean girls had taught you anything, it would be the word byotch. and also: the only thing worse than going back would be not going back. yes, you had just quoted cady heron.