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You sat at your desk with your eyes basically glued to your computer screen as you punched away at the keys. This is where you had spent most of your day at. In front of this screen, typing, wrote notes, did drafts, and did quizzes. All day, with little to no breaks.
You were essentially facing the consequences of not getting all of your work done, due to this depressive stage you have been in, since everything that transpired this past Monday.
Yeah, you went to class, and yeah you took "notes" if scribbly lines on a piece of paper count as notes.
The whole school week leading up to the weekend wasn't the best for you, and it showed with the overdue assignments that you had lingering.
"I'm tired, I'll do it later." Was how you escaped from it, taking longer naps than anticipated, and then waking up and still not having the motivation to do it because of your constant thoughts of him.
Did you know you would regret doing this? Hell yeah, you would. You were never the type to let your studies fall behind, this was a first for you.
Mariah wasn't home, she hadn't been since early in the afternoon around 1 o'clock. So it was quiet. You found yourself getting a lot done even if it was extremely frustrating.
She went out with the rest of the group, which you assumed included Eren, or maybe it didn't, you didn't know for sure since you didn't ask many questions.
Mariah tried to get you to come but you insisted on staying home and getting your work done.
Hell, even Sasha and Jendayi tried to convince you to come, but you denied the offer and stayed behind.
It was for the better, plus you still didn't know how you would react upon seeing Eren.
The doorbell rang, immediately snapping you out of the zone you were in while finishing up that last draft of the day.
You had ordered some pizza a little while earlier.
You took off your glasses and sat them on your desk, and got up to go answer the door.
You open the door, and the first thing catching your eye is the large pizza box the delivery guy held in his hands.
"For y/n l/n?" The man asked.
"Yup! That's me." You said, "Okay here you go, have a nice night pretty lady." The guy said and handed you the pizza box.
It was a little random, especially coming from a pizza delivery guy. He looked to be around your age, so it wasn't too weird, but nonetheless, the compliment was nice to get.
