The Deal

Chapter 2

Yeah it wasn't nightmare free, but whatever sleep is for the fucking weak...so for that bitch named jean who apparently needs his beauty sleep... although it's obviously not working. The day started like every other boring ass day. I ate, I laughed at Jean, shot my shot with Mikasa, half-assed whatever training exercise the bald bastard was trying to do, aka a waste of my very valuable time. At some point I laughed at Jean again, and then teamed up with Jean to laugh at Eren, overall quite the fulfilling day.

But the week finally came when we would try out ODM gear. I was excited of course I may not try, care, assert myself, or give a shit about anything we do here, but this was Exhilarating as Marco or Jean would say. It's been a while since I last used the ODM gear, and nothing filled me with more joy than the idea of being a master at it, and rubbing it in the other cadets' faces.

Here we were at the mess hall, it was quite loud today, people shouting and everyone seemed excited. It was a little too loud for me, but it didn't matter as I was almost done eating. Looking around there were a lot less people here then when we started, but that's expected of course.

BANG

Oh wall maria not again. Jean had slammed his hand on the table effectively knocking over my drink all over the table and on my lap. He was arguing again with Eren about titans, how big their di*ks are and shit. My uniform was now soaked, and I would rather not have to put ODM gear on soaked clothes that would cause blisters and irritation.

"Jean you knocked down y/n's glass and got her soaking wet"

Thank you Marco, that is quite the astute observation.

"Got her wet huh"

"Connie that's my sister"

"Connie you look like the potato Sasha is eating right now and that's and that's an insult to the potato"

"Hey I do not"

"Y/n be nice"

"Y/n and nice don't belong together", Connie said laughing.

"Just like you and a girlfriend don't belong together, I get more bitches than you Mr. Potato head"

That got Sasha, Jean, and even Marco laughing while Connie just kinda pouted like a sad horse. Speaking of horses Jean was laughing a little too much for someone who caused this mess. I stood up and threw my soaking wet mess of a napkin at Jean and it kinda stuck to his face.

"Y/n where are you going?", Marco asked.

"I'm going outside to dry off"

"Y/n I'm sorry I didn't mean to"

"Yeah yeah it's fine Jean.

Outside the sun felt pretty nice, but it was making my clothes stick to me, not quite the experience I wanted. So I took my shirt off and laid it against the fence I was leaning against. I mean I was in a sports bra, nothing was hanging out so I thought it was fine. Annie must've too because when she came out she gave me half a look and then moved on. Shadis on the other hand not so much.

"Cadet, where is your shirt!"

"Not on me obviously, its drying because someone spilled water all over it"

"Put your damn shirt on and follow me"

Yeah no, I grabbed my shirt and followed him. It was still a little damp so I waited until I was in his office to put it on. We got there and there was some odm gear on the table with its machinery opened up. I wasn't Armin so I don't know how that thing works...well I do know the important parts and what you don't mess with if you want a smooth experience. From looking at it I could tell that there were some very important parts being messed with.