"oh no it's fine, i can walk." she said, much to your dismay "my classes start later anyways."
she smiled and winked, as if she was doing you a favor. eren was already waiting outside, in the sleek black car he's had for years. you couldn't send him home now.
"cute outfit," he smiled, the first thing he said when you opened the car door. you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not because you barely tried this morning.
"what?" he chuckled at the way you eyed him "for real, you look...pretty."
"thanks, you look pretty too" you slid into the front passenger seat.
he tapped his finger on the steering wheel, fighting back a smile while you buckled your seatbelt "thought mikasa was coming."
"her classes start later, why? i'm not enough for you?" you teased
"i didn't say that." he looked at you, placing his hand on the back of your head rest. he revved the engine and backed out of the driveway of your house.
though the air was light, a storm cloud lingered over your head. guilt was swallowing you whole after the conversation you had with mikasa last night. he deserved an apology, more than that if you could give it to him. you'd been so cold, so nasty and rude.
and for no real reason.
"i'm so sorry eren." you blurted out, though you were under no pressure at all
"for what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"you know, for.... everything." you frowned "for having no faith in you" you were already choking up "for putting my hands on you that night" tears began to fall down your cheeks "and for being so mean to you after all i've already done." you cradled your head in your hands, wiping the seemingly never ending faucet of tears falling from your eyes.
you hated yourself for crying like the victim, he should be the one crying. but it's uncontrollable.
almost immediately, the car pulls to the side and stops. "hey hey," he said softly, his hand caressing the top of your head comfortingly "its okay, you don't have to be sorry" he grabbed onto your wrist and unsheathed your pretty face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
he knew it wasn't the right time, but he thought you looked so fucking pretty like this. pouty lips, mascara running down your cheeks, he thought you were such a pretty crier. even when he was a kid he thought that.
though he hates to make you cry, in this context anyways.
"no it's not okay!" he should be angry, yelling at you, anything. not tenderly wiping tears from your eyes and whispering so sweetly into your ear. "i should be the one comforting you.." your eyes held onto his and your bottom lip quivered. it took everything in him not to kiss you
"i'm fine, i forgive you" he chuckled, he was just trying to say what you wanted to hear. he appreciated the apology but he didn't need it. he understood why you did what you did and moved past it. he didn't know why, maybe he just didn't have any self respect when it came to you.
"really? if i were you i wouldn't." you had a pained expression on your face, but the tears began to slowly cease.
"well you aren't me" he said, still holding your face and squishing your cheeks together harshly. you whined and pulled his hands off your face.
"i look like shit" you caught a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror to see disheveled hair and runny mascara.
"my house is around the corner, you can clean yourself up there."
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the water was fresh on your skin as you splashed your face, cleaning off all of the makeup you did for literally no reason as you had it on for less than an hour.
