4 YEAGER

O1 | rebound

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𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦
"𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄N 𝐓𝐎 𝐘/𝐍?" the familiar overlapping sound of old busted jordans and nikes slide and screech across the freshly waxed gymnasium floor along with the quick movements of its owner, almost overriding the sound of the overly loud music that plays in the background.

like water, the copper colored basketball flows through the ragged and torn ropes that formed a hoop with a swish. despite it going through so much assault over the past few decades during many different occasions— from mild sessions of practice to seat gripping basketball games, it still seems to be doing its job just fine.

"no."

connie's eye twitches.

so, even though the answer was short and simple, getting straight to the point, it still has metal gears churning in the boys head. the statement seemed completely wrong and abnormal, so connie'll be dammed if he actually believes the words that just came out of his homeboys mouth.

FLY SHIT ONLY by FUTURE blasts throughout the gym with precision, the ground beneath everyone shaking aggressively. the volume could possibly make someone go deaf, but nobody really cares.

"mmtch, what a damn lie." he sucks his teeth with narrowed eyes. "what are you lying for, eren? no puedes dejar a esa chica sola. like c'mon, get serious." connie snickers as he throws his head back, letting out a deep sigh as if heard the funniest thing eren yeager had ever said.

his hazel eyes flicker over to the long haired man, head still lazily tilted back.

that fucking laugh— it was irritatingly mocking, something the shorter guy excells in. it was just so damn irritating, that it makes eren abruptly and immediately catch his rebound and chuck it straight at him.

unfortunately for him, with quick reflexes, connie was able to simply catch it in his hands and begin to dribble it on the floor, before throwing it at their innocent friend, who just happened to be somewhere in the bleachers, on the third row. with a small thud, the ball immediately comes intact with the blondes head, who had his face deep in his phone.

probably texting some bitch. or bitches.

both of the men immediately burst out into laughter, eren abruptly beginning to jog dramatically with one hand balled up in a fist near his mouth, connie doing the same, even slapping their knees as they ignore the blonde's irritated glare whilst making their way to the bleachers.

". . i'm going to walk over there and punch the shit outta both of your ugly asses. and stop laughing, with them busted ass lungs, because nothing is funny. stop smoking, for real." he was now royally pissed. he was genuinely tired of their bullshit. but who cares? it's truly hilarious seeing armin get out of character, usually all quiet and patient with them. 'specially eren.

"ain't no way." connie wipes a crocodile tear forming in his hooded hazel eye. he plops himself right next to armin, on the cold bench because he was simply tired of hooping. his legs throb painfully, and eren is no better. sliding his phone out of his pocket, he began to scroll on instagram.

"hit you right in ya' bean ass head." this man don't ever shut the fuck up, don't he? well, it is what he is known for. that, and his high ( low ) reputation of being a whore.

well, if we're gonna talk about whores— all four of them are like, a group fucking of menaces. all of them, including their long legged friend jean, are known for screwing woman left to right upon campus, like some twisted, cursed four man.

it was and still is, basically and truthfully insane. but, you can't hate the player, hate the game.

that is their motto and they plan to stick to it. because honestly, they believe it was never going to be that deep. after all, they are just four best buddies in college trying to have a little fun, and get the whole experience everyone loves and tweaks about. and whoops! if they happen to fuck your girl, they just might apologize with a, '. . my fault, gang.'

just might.

community dick. that is the fitting statement for each and everyone of them. and, it wouldn't even be a surprise if they have every type of sexually transmitted disease known to mankind. 'ion got no fuckin std, are you crazy?' is what they basically seethe every time they're questioned on the matter.

but in all honesty, it's a pretty reasonable question to ask. they just happen to be one of the lucky few.

sigh. everybody wants a piece of them. wants a piece of eren— eren yeager. arguably the sexiest man on campus ( connie begs to differ ) and probably has the greatest body count of all. biggest slut to humanity and fucks anything with a hole in it. but, gosh the dick must've been good with the way he has girls on his dick 24/7.

just earlier when they first came in, some chick approached the three while twirling a lock on her hair, smiling suggestively like some whore and chewing gum. eren mentally groaned. did she want all three of them to run a train on her or something? ( it wouldn't be the first time anyway )

when their chuckles finally die down connie eventually gives eren a mean side eye, who just looks at him confusedly. but then his expression drops when he realizes connie has something he wants to say.

"what?"

"shorty was shaking her ass on some dude on the gram."

eren resists the urge to scoff. "who, l/n?"

and connie resists the urge to roll his eyes. "noo, mikasa."

a huge hand meets the back of connies head and his beanie almost falls off. his hazel eyes widen as he dramatically yelps, alarming some people in the gym. "yo e, what the fuck!?" the pink haired man narrows his eyes at the long haired man who merely continues to take a sip of his gatorade as if nothing happened.

"you're always trying to be funny and you're not."

"okayy, that's a drag."

"anyways, she posted the vid on her page and you know since that's my homegirl and all, i was on that." connie slowly instigates. he knows that eren is currently blocked.

erens eyes flicker to connies for a brief moment, before taking a quick look at armin who was obviously knee deep in their conversation, nosy as usual.

"what does that have to do with me? she not my girl no more." is what he was going to say, and just shut his blabber-mouth ass homeboy up. but, no. not mr. yeager.

"okay? you acting like it's a surprise that she's a slut." connie and armins eyes widen.

the sheer audacity of this man? my nigga eren said that shit with his chest. and just like before, he continues drinking his grape flavored gatorade. ( the flavor you put him on to )

eren yeager needed to be humbled, and you were no better.

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