Villain by the Devils Law {r i r e n}

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Chapter Three: French Man, French Accent

"Oh my gosh, can you scoot out any further?" A woman in the library sarcastically commented, rudely pushing Erens chair in, causing him to hit his ribs on the table.

"I- I'm so-"

"Looks like plenty of space to me." Someone blandly said from behind a book. He was sitting right next to Eren, making the heavy French accent the man carried was very apparent. "Or does all that plastic in your ass make it too hard to get through?"

A lot of quiet snickers and giggles could be heard from all around them. Eren's mouth dropped open and he turned to look at the fake blonde who was now quiet and red-faced. He covered his mouth with his hand and looked downwards. Sure enough, she looked like Kim Kardashian on steroids.

"Excuse me?" She uttered in disbelief. Shamefully, she looked around at all the people laughing at her.

"You heard me." The same man said, finally setting his book down. "What? Did you put your ear fat in your butt too?"

Now, Erens focus wasn't on the woman; his attention was directed to the hot piece of man sitting right next to him. Suddenly the accent wasn't the only sexy thing in this room; a grey eyed man with pale, clear skin, expensive clothing, glorious scented cologne, and a black undercut, who just so happened to be the owner of the accent, was the obvious sight for sore eyes.

'Marry me.' was the only thought pacing through Eren's, usually empty, mind.

Not that Eren noticed, but the lady who had earlier been angry at him, stomping around with Kim K's ass, had already left and the man next to him was back to reading his book.

However, this time Eren could see his face, despite the book. He tried looking for any emotion behind the man's grey eyes, perhaps humor or diligence from embarrassing Malibu Barbie, but they were totally bleak. 

"Are you going to keep staring at me or finish your studying?" The French beauty asked Eren. The obviously younger male could only manage a stutter. Feeling his cheeks warm up, he covered his face with the book and pretended to read. "Y'know your book's upside down, right?"

Eren cursed under his breath and flipped the book over, not daring to look at the man in front of him.

Forty-five minutes passed and both males were still sitting at the table. Eren had finally managed to put his book down and started taking notes.

"Doctor, huh?" The man next to him said. Eren still hadn't managed to get over the accent. Sure he'd heard many accents before, but something about the French one made his heart flutter. He'd only ever heard the accent in Beauty and the Beast so hearing it from a real person had his stomach in a twist.

"Huh?"

"Your book."

"Oh! Yeah, my mo- uh guardian made me enroll in Harvard Medical so.." Eren trailed off and bit his lip.

"Issues with your mom?" He said and turned the page of his book. Eren looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I think that's a rather straight forward question." Eren professed, looking the man up and down. "Maybe a little rude too.. but yes."

The older man nodded. "Well if you had a choice, what would you be?"

Eren thought about it for a moment. Carla and Huck and made all of his decisions for him—he never got to speak for himself. Thinking back on it, Eren never even minded what he wanted for himself, he just did what kept him out of harm's way.

"An actor... or-or maybe a singer." Eren grinned and bit his lip again.

It was a nervous tic of his. The man before him made him feel a certain way nobody had made him feel before. He didn't hate the feeling either, he kind of.. liked it.

"A singer?" The man chuckled and set his book down. "I didn't take you for someone who could sing."

"Well Mr..?"

"Levi." He nodded.

Eren smiled. "Well Mr. Levi, you'd be quite surprised."

"I take it that I would." Levi nodded and leaned back in his chair. Pictures of his face were open to the public, mewning that at any moment Eren could figure out who he was: America's most wanted.

He could feel it. Something was different about this nineteen year old boy that was unlike anything in Candy or every other hookup.

Just as Eren was about to say something, Levi's iPhone started to vibrate on the table. He slid his finger over to answer the call and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

—

"Oh Mika, you should have seen him!" Eren sighed and slid down in his seat. "He was.. there's not even words to describe it- how perfect he was!"

Mikasa rolled her eyes and swallowed the bite of her Sakura roll.

When Levi got the phone call back at the library, he left right away. Of course, he and Eren said bye and Eren thanked Levi for sticking up for him, but he was quick out the door. After he left, Eren called Mikasa to pick him up and now they were out at a sushi bar and grill.

"I just don't understand how you're in love with him." She shrugged and ate another roll. "You just met."

"First of all, chew with your mouth closed, second of all, have you ever heard of 'love at first sight'?" Eren mused, taking a drink of his water. He found himself smiling every time he thought of Levi Ackerman: the hottest man to ever exist in San Francisco, California.

"Yes, yes I have." Mikasa nodded, absentmindedly crossing her slender arms. "In fact, so much that I know it's bullshit."

Jean awkwardly swallowed his food, watching the siblings argue back and fourth.

"Mikasa, if you'd just look at him for one second, you'd understand my reaction." Eren shrugged. He found that when thinking of Levi, he got a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. That feeling was soon replaced by a cold and empty feeling, however.

"Oh my gosh.." Eren laughed, sorrow evident in his tone. "I'm never going to see him again."

Ahh I feel like this one is super choppy and bad!

Anywho, comment what you'd like to see in upcoming chapters please!