STARVED

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EREN POV:

Two weeks later.

The music loudened, I walked past a group of girls who were taking shots and past the beer pong table. I'd waited all night for this, Armin had finally invited a girl to the table he was sitting at. Floch sat next to him.

As expected, he was offering her a drink when I arrived. I didn't say anything at first, I sat down right next to Armin without uttering a word. Both Floch and Armin tensed at the sight of me sitting next to him. The girl looked confused but I was fine with that.

"How nice of you to offer her a drink...isn't it?" I smiled warmly between the both of them, if Floch even thought about standing up I'd knock him out right then.

"Smells like tequila, your favorite. Why don't you take a sip of it first, since you love it so much?" I insisted with the same warm smile on my face.

The girl looked to Armin, waiting for him to drink from it and Floch looked like he was about to piss himself.

"I'm not thirsty." Armin denied but I wouldn't accept that, not even for a minute.

"Oh?" I repeated and looked over to the girl, she'd gotten the idea of what was in that cup and left the table in a hurry.

"Drink it willingly or I'm going to shove it down your throat until you choke on it," I demanded, I kept a rather friendly expression and tone only for both Armin and Floch to look terrified.

"If you get up from this table, I'm going to break your fucking nose." I threatened Floch, he awkwardly sat back down in the middle of trying to flee and I returned my attention to Armin.

"We weren't going to do anything like that to
y/n...it's not those kind of drugs, it just makes people do stupid shit and we like to watch."  Armin forced a laugh as if any of this was a joke, I didn't laugh.

"Drink," I said again, staring at him coldly until he reached for the red cup.

His hand was shaking as he picked it up, I stared at him until I saw the cup tilt to his mouth and he began to drink. I waited until every drop was gone and then looked inside the cup to make sure. I sighed when I stood up and walked over to stand behind the both of them to give them a pat on the shoulder.

"I'm glad we're even now." I gave them another friendly pat on the shoulder with a smile before standing straight up.

They looked relieved. How stupid of them.

I slammed both of their heads down onto the glass table as hard as I could, hard to break their noses without thinking twice about it. The table didn't break, but it cracked from the impact of their heads. I took my hands off the back of their heads and grabbed them by the collars of their shirts.

I dragged them out of the backyard, blood gushed from both of their faces but they were so disoriented they could barely fight me dragging them across the ground. I walked out through the gate of the backyard, people were staring and some even gasped but I didn't care.

I threw them out on the lawn and didn't say a word. I wanted them gone. Floch was the first to stumble up to his feet, he helped Armin up and they found their way to their cars in a terror.

Y/N POV:

"So...you like him?" You questioned as Sasha laid on her bed at the end of it

"I think "like" is an understatement." She muttered and sighed dramatically.

"Then hang out with him! Don't be shy, that's not like you!" You insisted happily and leaned back on the pillow behind you.

"He invited me over to cook dinner with him, y/n! Who does that??"