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"(y/n)? armin? what are you two doing here?"
hitch lifted designer glasses, showcasing her almond-shaped hazel eyes. they were fierce but questioning, one of her thin eyebrows lifted in anticipation. she held her small handbag closely,
on the girls right stood annie, hand gently gripping the guitar strap that laid upon her shoulder. the blonde could almost always be spotted around school with that same guitar, whether it was for aesthetic purposes or genuine interest nobody knew. this was because the female never actually let anyone catch her playing it.
annie was the type to find any human emotion embarrassing, including happiness. how she was friends with hitch you hadn't quite figured out yet.
the two were like rock and water, substantially different but could make a good team in certain instances, like an aquarium.
what a coincidence.
smiling at the two kindly, it'd been a bit embarrassing being caught on an aquarium field trip aquatinted by arlert, the one in the sex-for-homework-answers rumor.
"armin." "oh hey, annie."
the two blondes shared an awkward moment of greeting, naturally on a sociable footing due to a common interest in ap classes. she'd been smart, surprisingly for the likes of a delinquent. her eyes somberly watched over him carefully, then made their way back up to the full picture again.
"armin brought me."
"how cute! a date."
this is how hitch's, a gossip-hungry individual such as herself, mind worked. it was natural instinct, a second nature. there was no coming back from this now, the whole group would know within the next hour, and the school would've already elaborated the idea by tomorrow morning.
curse you for agreeing to go on this little outing, if this has just stayed in the library where no relevant people ever stepped foot in, this would not be an issue.
but no, the wheels in hitch's brain could be heard creaking, already planning several ways to come out with this shocking news:
(y/n) and armin are so totally going out!
you could already hear it, squeal and everything.
"oh no, it's no-"
"good luck, love birds!"
a chirpy little voice had plainly given out what you'd been trying to oppose, fully allowing the girls initial thoughts to live on. what in the world was with your luck this afternoon? since when did delinquent almost-dropout and little miss popular have any interest in fish, on this day of all days.
of course you two happened to be making your merry way out of this dump at the exact time these two were entering.
"i didn't know you were into girls like this, armin."
had you ever heard annie speak more than five words in a row? absolutely not. up until today her vocabulary was minimal, a few no's short of nonexistent. again, how in the world were these two friends.
it was wild, a bit more wild considering her first impression and use of words was to sneak diss you.
"girls like me?"
could this have come out anymore bitch-y? you tried racking your brain for any past hatred that could've sprouted, but there was nothing. literally nothing.
maybe it hadn't been in an ill mannered way, girls like you were fashionable and cute after all. who was to blame, she was also socially inept, perhaps the lack of conversation led to a misconception of words.
"easy access."
easy access. did you just hear that correctly? surely she did not just say that. oh she was going down, wwe smack down style. godzilla vs kong style. if a nail needed to be chipped, so be it.
"annie! be nice." hitch slapped the shoulder of the other girl, nervously laughing as your face molded into a monstrous scowl "don't mind her, she's just a wet blanket."
whatever that even meant, she could be a wet pillow for all you cared. no one was going to badmouth you for absolutely no reason, not after the freshness of yesterdays slander, unprovoked too!
sure maybe a little scorn was well deserved for some out of pocket things you've said in relations to her — mainly regarding her fashion. not only did the skirts pattern throw off the cut in the leggings, but who in their right mind wears a flannel skirt with ripped leggings — but those things never were verbally said to her face.
"we're actually just hanging out. maybe get your facts straight before you go assuming stuff."
standing heel to heel just about now, the feeling in the air was murderous. a gaze so despicable laid on not just yours, but her face as well. the two others couldn't decide who looked more scary, but considering annie's dirty record of brutal beat downs and KO's, the bets were on her.
should you take your chances with this crazy chick? probably not. certainly not. what was more embarrassing then being smack talked, being smack talked while brutally pushed down on the floor simultaneously. your outfit was not made to withstand such affairs, your weak body neither.
"alright." was all annie said, walking past you to near armin. you would be lying to say this didn't allow a feeling of relief to slide down, knowing you'd live long enough to see another day "watch out armin."
and they were off, hitch of course giving a quick 'ta-ta' or 'ttyl' — said by the text acronyms not the actual words. the fury was burning within enough to steam out whatever the hell she'd actually said.
"she's usually nice."
"i would not call that nice." you said before turning on your heel to stomp away "plus whys she acting like she knows me."
armin squeaked realizing how much anger made your legs stroll faster, now struggling to keep up. not exactly knowing where it was the direction led but was planning on walking you home anyways, he followed.
"don't let it get to you."
you scoffed feeling equally annoyed with this blonde who apparently cared enough to defend her. of course, nerds and delinquents were both on the bottom of the food chain, they got along better than any other pairing.
"but it so is."
not only what annie said, but for your own friend — and designated driver — to stand there and act like that was okay after being told things along the same lines yesterday?
what a friend.
did you deserve it both times? this whole lesson-learned thing was totally dragging out, you'd learned the lesson! the third time was not going to be a charm.
"why don't you eat lunch with me tomorrow then?"
"and how exactly would that help, armin?"
you could feel your eyes rolling way far behind your skull. now was not the time for armin to be making scenarios on a whim, especially not a stupid one. sitting with the nerd-herd would not help the incoming dating rumor whatsoever. that'd be like rubbing salt in a wound.
"she'll see we're friends and that you're not just using me."
no chance. even if it did prove something, that idea was a total lost cause. like said, if hitch did end up spreading that rumor, seating with armins group of notoriously dweeb-y friends would just fuel the fire.
even if historia was apparently planning on declaring nerds the new it boys, that was not gonna come between you and your perfectly planned high school years!
