geek | armin arlert

2.2 | reiner

"has armin arlert always been that cute or am i going crazy?"
"back off, that's (y/n)'s man."

hitch and ymir were total dumbasses when put in the same conversation. the only difference was ones an actual idiot while the other tried to act smart but was also just an idiot. put them together and voilà, an idiot sandwich. it almost reached sashas level, she remained on top though.

they often bickered back and forth about the dumbest of things. for example, one afternoon the two somehow landed on the subject of the speed of light. hitch was genuinely confused and although ymir acted as if she'd suddenly been reincarnated as a scientist, the girl was 100% talking out of her ass.

she was not fooling anyone using words like 'light-year' and 'to infinity and beyond.' had she not mentioned watching toy story a few days ago, maybe we would've believed her 'knowledge' of the speed of light.

so see this, like any other occasion, was one of those stupid conversations between dumb and dumber.

"but you do have a point, the guys totally different."
"and totally into (y/n)."

hitch was dimwitted, secretive, and flirty. a total brunette bimbo with a nice rack. she needed any ounce of gossip to replenish her thirst daily. she pretty much became friends with historia to leech off her popularity, but it was impossible to deny that was originally your end goal too. before actually getting to know her of course.

the title of regina george was rightfully so miss queen bees, historia reiss, who hadn't peeped a single word all lunch. the lack of shit-talking or conversation at all was a bit ironic.

the blonde was rarely for chatter, but the only time historia talked was either about or with eren these days. most afternoons were wasted dozing off, most likely brainstorming other ways to entertain herself. she's been that way ever since you'd met her.

there was no reason to blame her though, paradis probably had to be one of the most boring places on planet earth. that might've been a stretch, but if it wasn't number one on that list it had to at least be in the top ten.

although historia 'ruled the school' she didn't exactly fit society's school-queen norms. sure she was rich, pretty, and fashionable but didn't care about keeping up a title or standard. historia could have no friends, no money, no status, and yet not care. perhaps if she lived a life where everything wasn't spoon-fed then she could come to appreciate the smaller things.

everything in life was served to her on a golden plate. never had to long for anything, and that's why ymir failed so miserably at becoming a genuine love interest. the tall brunette spoiled historia in hopes of making herself seem indispensable.

and though this would work on anyone else, historia wanted the exact opposite. in reality, the true thing historia desired was the unattainable. wanted what she couldn't have. it was easy to fall victim to jealousy, she was living the life you had always wanted after all.

growing up poor, having to share everything with siblings, cute boys never looking your direction. it wasn't until the summer before high school that things actually took a turn for the better. that was the summer you moved to paradis.

it was a fresh start somewhere new. everyone from paradis went to the same elementary, middle school, high school, and college. that's how small of a place it was, then it was pure nothing for a while once leaving paradis.

but none of that mattered. you were far too busy building up this new lifestyle to pay any attention to boredom.

yet even after believing you'd had enough potential to become the belle of the ball in this shitty little town, that's when historia entered the scene. the cheer captain, when you'd spontaneously joined cheer in hopes to actually make something of yourself — a less desperate way of admitting that's what the popular girls in movies did...and you so badly wanted to be popular for once.

the girl completely one-upped you in almost every way possible. everything you were, but better. and with all this, she wanted something more? even with everything going for her!

often times historia ranted about life issues, to which everybody nodded and agreed, however, what could be so bad about getting sent a louis vuitton bag every birthday and christmas from a rich aunt overseas. was that really something to complain about?

sometimes you'd wonder what it would be like switching lives with historia. then you recalled her unfortunate family issues and were slapped with a sense of reality.

although constantly claiming to hate your brothers, you wouldn't trade your family for any amount of money in the world. after realizing that you wallowed in guilt at how easy it was possible to envy your best friend.

she was actually a sweet girl. although played it off as if she couldn't care less about anything, neglected from a young age, and expected to be bought by gifts. it worked when she was younger, but things got lonely, and the gifts became just another bag.

"who's into historia?"

braun entered the scene, completely missing the whole point of the conversation, bertholdt joining soon after dabbing up a random.

"nobody mentioned historia you big idiot, we're talking about armin and (y/n)."

"speaking of historia, you and eren have totally been hitting it off haven't you."

both reiner and ymir's eyes practically shot out of their head at sashas touch on their friend's love life, unknowingly brewing something within the queen's two biggest admirers.

historia hadn't said a single word and didn't care much to retaliate. embarrassment was nonexistent, whether the group knew or not about this crush was not the slightest bit concerning. it was true, so what was the point in hiding it? thats how she ruled out most situations.

you obviously failed to see things this way.

"i might ask out (y/n)."

everyone's eyes, mouths, and ears widened. had reiner braun, the man of your sick twisted dreams, really just said that? the girls didn't know whether to be happy those dreams were coming alive, or disgusted. the latter due to it being reiner braun of all possible boys.

as stated numerous amounts of times, reiner braun might've been the standard blueprint for a 'popular guy' who charmed enough girls to create his own personal football team, but through spending enough time as his friend, there was no appeal whatsoever.

"she is so out of your league."

bertholdt laughed, pointing out the obvious.

"you bet? if i bag her before the end of the week, you owe me."

"deal."

this back-to-back sort of tomfoolery was normal between two teenage boys, especially reiner braun and bertholdt hoover. to deal with extreme boredom, bets and double-dog dares made things more interesting for them. more like a reason to do something weird or morally wrong, such as this current bet that was undergoing the process.

"classic reiner."

"that's so mean!"

"asshole."

"don't, reiner."

but that last one just served as a total green light, a speed-up signal if anything. historia actually gave reiner the time of day to say these two words, asking you out must've really bothered her. she so wanted him.

or so he thought, in reality, historia didn't enjoy the thought of your feelings being toyed with simply because of the unmerited power his gremlin ass held. no doubt about it, reiner braun was the only person you'd drop anything and anyone to be with, besides robert pattinson. it was still a mystery as to why, but if the football player decided to play this game then it would definitely leave you in a depressive state after finding out it was all just a bet.

"it's not what you think, i'm into her."

with a devilish smirk and one final glance at the group, reiner walked off with bertholdt glued to his side.

"should we tell her?"