Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 —— Startled, you turned around and swung at the air, hitting nothing since no one was in your punching range. Armin flinched then snorted, laughing at how violent your reflexes are.
"You scared me," you hissed. Armin ignored your question and went straight to the point, "Why're you ignoring me?"
"Im not ignoring you," you questioned, feigning innocence. Armin took a deep breath. He was getting agitated by your behavior. He walked closer to you, face becoming more serious. Inside he was heavily worried and confused. He didn't want you to be upset with him, so you needed to spit the problem out. Now.
"Why are you ignoring me? Are you mad at me? Don't lie to me." you scoffed in response. He forgot all about you last night, but today youre his main and only focus? He needed to make up his mind. "Im not angry with you Armin," you told him.
You did it again, Armin mentally noted, used his first name in that tone. He didn't like that tone directed at him, and you only fueled his frustration.
"Y/n, I swear to fuck-"
"Why do you care? All of a sudden you notice me?" you retorted. He was starting to get on your nerves.
Armin face scrunched up in irritation. Then, slowly, his face showed an expression of realization. He remembered your change of mood when the girl from last night, Celia, came out the room this morning. "Is this because of last night? When I went to get a drink with Celia?" he questioned. You looked at him in subtle annoyance. You wanted to sock this nigga, but you kept your cool.
"I don't even know who the fuck Celia is."
"Are you really jealous of her? God, you do this everytime-"
You laughed in disbelief, "Who's jealous?"
Armin sighed in exapersation, "Baby, she was a quick fuck. You know im all yours." Your eye twitched. How could he say that so confidently? You were so tired, so fucking tired, of him saying things like that; just to not act like it.
"Stop saying shit you clearly do not mean Armin," you said firmly. You were loud enough to get your point across but not loud enough everyone downstairs could hear you. That would be pretty embarrassing.
You continued, "Im so tired of your shit! You keeping giving me false hope even when I know your going to fuck up again. My feelings obviously don't matter to you." Your voice cracked at the end, struggling to conceal your pain. You felt a lump in your throat, and you felt so dumb because you were going to tear up over this shit. Again.
Armin's heart dropped. He hated seeing you like this, on the verge of crying and clearly upset. He's known you for so long now. He's seen you cry before, whether it was because you scrapped your knee, your mom took your phone away, got a D on a progress report, or because of him. He was always there to comfort you either way.
