"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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"annie is jealous, that's why we're hanging out."
jealousy was like a terrible disease. it showed inferiority, a mental plague. although easy to fall victim to, it got people nowhere, it was a hard pill to swallow. so yeah, maybe you were still upset about being referred to as 'jealous' and trying to deflect.
everyone seemed totally appalled by the extreme of the statement, blinking multiple times as if you'd just announced yourself team flat-earther. shocked into absolute silence, but apart from that, you sat there grinning about the level of low life annie was. kicking feet under the table like this were sunday brunch with the girls and not a minor social explosion.
those kinds of things were not predictable of annie. she was far from boy-crazy, the loner antisocial type, hates crowds and joy, or was that all just performative? not exactly the type to beef over boys — maybe hitch dreyse (an also inexplicable choice of side kick) was finally rubbing off on her. that somehow explained a lot, for example how you'd became her sudden rival for love, one sided of course.
it had potential to be hilarious, until realizing she could totally fold you like laundry at any given moment. even with colts janky side-hustle self-defense lessons, mostly just him saying 'brace yourself', there was no preparing for her rage.
"aren't you into him?" eren seemed to speak on behalf of the other two, his usual bluntness coming in handy for once, he was built for this. the goth and asb captain were suddenly fascinated by table surfaces and the lunch lady's special, desperately begging not to be looped in. if they said anything particularly wrong to armin's girl crush, he wouldn't let it slide easily,
"god no!" and as this was said a gush of silent awkwardness was all that could be described, like the whole room got vacuum sealed "im only paying back a favor, he's just my tutor."
the three gave condolences to armin with their eyes alone, feeling sorry for the boy who looked like a child being told the family dog ran away. rejection, right in front of his own friends, could anything be more embarrassing? that wasn't even the worst part, it was actually the fact that you'd been laughing. you and him? what a concept, so tragic, so unthinkable.
armin swallowed a hard lump, debating laughing along, pretending it didn't land like a truck full of teen angst. anything to hide the fact that he'd just had to live through every nerds worst nightmare: public humiliation by dream girl rather than highschool bullies for once.
swooning someone with a weeks notice wasn't easy, he knew better than to expect some fairytale confession off that alone, winning someone over took real time. but a part of him with a little ember of hope thought maybe it would at least put a dent in this just-friends debate. was confessing his feelings at a house party after being brutally punched in the face not enough? publicly risking dignity and nasal alignment was apparently not enough of a sign.
