"and the coolest thing about the x-men is not just that they have superpowers, they act as a metaforen for outsiders trying to find their place in society"
eren stopped on his tracks and just stared blankly at the blond "i'm sorry a metafo...?"
this caused armin to roll his eyes "a metaforen eren, dutch, noun, plural of metafor" he stated,
as if was so obvious for his friend who only kept loosing brain cells every time he got high.
"ah" eren nodded, not knowing what dutch was, but refrained himself from asking.
the duo continued walking to school, armin with his face almost shoved in a book he was reading, and eren mindlessly staring at every tree he passed by.
"what do you think is under the trees armin?" he then asked, getting his friends' attention.
"roots?"
"imagine there was a weird mind-controlling type of species under trees, and one day it infests a human and creates other gigantic species which bring thousand years of suffering to human kind, that would be so fucking sick!"
armin's mouth hung open "i'm sorry what?! are you high right now eren?" he turned the brunet by his shoulders, trying to find any weird symptoms, like the ones he had read on a website.
eren shoved the boy's hands off "shut it, armin" he blinked quickly, hoping armin didn't catch his red eyes. he had been smoking since 4:30 am, until meeting his friend to walk to school, but armin didn't need to know that.
"if it isn't bob cut barbie and shaggy from scooby doo" a pitched voice spoke to them.
"please tell me it's not (y/n)" eren rolled his eyes, a car honking from behind at them.
"why would i tell you it's not her, if it is her?" armin asked, the brunet ignoring his remark, and turning to the vehicle.
"hello to you too knock off hannah montana" he pressed his lips together in a disgusted smile.
you scoffed at eren, taking your sunglasses off and pressing one of the legs to your lower lip, investigating the boy. he looked like if he had been run over by a truck and got frying oil dumped on him, and you were being nice.
"you look like shit eren" you spoke your mind "did the fentanyl finally get to you, or what is it that you're taking to look barely alive?"
he had really heavy bags under his eyes, his skin was as pale as a ghost, and lets better not talk about his hair or clothes, but you swore you could smell his dying rat fragrance.
"don't you have anything better to do than criticize me? like, watching yourself in the mirror all day?" he started walking away, armin following behind.
your brows raised in atonishment at that comment, and you looked at your reflection on your small pocket mirror "he's just jealous i'm pretty"
a honk interrupted your egocentric minute, and you saw a jaguar behind you, recognizing jean's car anywhere, but yours was better, porsche was always better.
with an ugh, you continue driving, you reached the schools parking lot, and parked right in your spot, closing the roof on your car.
jean parked right next to you, and went to open your door, just to bother you.
"excuse me? what do you think you are doing?" you clicked your tongue.
"can we talk?" he asked, taking your hand in his to help you out.
a groan came out of you, putting the sunglasses back on "why can't you be a good ex and leave me alone jean?" you stood up and fixed your mini skirt, as he closed the door.
"i can't leave you alone (y/n), i miss you" he stood there with both hands in his pockets, looking a bit miserable in your opinion.
but again, this was also jean, the boy with the perfect family, star student, athlete, you could care less about it. nothing about that interested you, yes he was handsome but, not your type. you did imagine at some point you two would be high school sweethearts, the perfect pair, a jock and a cheerleader, get married and have a beautiful house with a beautiful family, but that was long ago.
lately you have been driving by some fraternity houses, and you dare to admit college guys were better. way hotter than this ralph lauren boy jean. like, hot tub level hot.
"jean, listen" you placed a hand on your hip and took a step forward "you and i, were never going to work out, because first of all, i don't even work out properly, i do pilates. second of all" you paused, thinking of something "i'm on a much, higher energy spiritual level than you, now that i listen to self care audios and mozart to sleep, plus i need to focus on cheer and studies or whatever"
he just stared at you with his mouth a bit open.
"i'm not the same girl i was before" you patted his shoulder, and turned, walking towards the school entrance, waving some people as you passed by them.
jean shook his head to take himself out of the trance "what the fuck?"
YOU ARE READING
𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙄𝙀, mikasa
Fiksi Penggemar# in which the meanest girl in school somehow ended up in a goth's bed
