My Other Half

Convergent

a/n: omg so many typos (NOT edited, don't blame eh D:)

Chapter 8: Convergent

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Eren's POV

Several weeks passed, and since that night Levi and I have grown quite close. We were like friends that made out occasionally.

⠀⠀I vented to him about every thing that was troubling to me. He was the best listener I've ever had, but he didn't open up much to me. Was there a lack of trust?

⠀⠀A worrying factor in my life was my mum's and dad's relationship. Late nights were the worst - they yelled, threw things, and I've heard things they never told me directly.

⠀⠀She figured out my dad was indeed cheating on her - which made a huge dent in their trust, as well their relationship.

⠀⠀Their marriage was going downhill every time the argued, so everyday. Listening in on their conversations, I realised how childish and idiotic their disagreements really are.

⠀⠀But Levi helped me see the brighter side of life, and I know that you shouldn't have a significant other just to build your self esteem up, because without them, you feel worthless. Because without a boyfriend or a girlfriend it's just self pity. You should truly love yourself before you love anyone else, even if they build you up.

⠀⠀As for me, I love myself. Self confidence has always rushed through me, and sometimes I can't help but being a little bit cocky. I mean, I'm so damn attractive. Because no one else has my eyes, or my cute and squishy body, and my personality is sparked at the beginning of conversations.

⠀⠀Although I could be awkward, and clumsy, possibly vain, I put the i in amazing. Plus, having friends that build me up was one of the best things to help me be positive.

New message from: Levi-chan :)
⠀⠀Hey loser, are you still up?

⠀⠀I smiled at the message, seeing it was only 9:23 PM.

Reply to: Levi-chan :)
⠀⠀What high schooler wouldn't? I mean, the smart people are up studying, the stoners are dealing, the jocks probably watching some stupid ass lacrosse or basketball vines, the dramatic plastics sending screen shots of their boyfriends messages to their squad, and then there's the average people (like us) cramming all of our homework in at the last minute.

Message Delivered.

⠀⠀I turned "Do Not Disturb" on and scribbled a mere summary of a book chapter.

⠀⠀Any high schooler would be lucky to be asleep at 9 PM. Whether you're studying or procrastinating,

⠀⠀Soon, I finished all of my English assignments. I had a page or two of biology, a few sheets of whatever the hell was happening in Algebra 2.

⠀⠀The school year was soon ending, it was early May. Showers were constant, and it was always gloomy outside. Unknowingly, the weather affected my emotions. On some days, it made me sad. Other days, I was the happiest motherfucker out there.

⠀⠀Tomorrow was Friday, and every Friday was a gym day. Depending on your previous grades in special areas in gym, they chose which class would best suit you. There were several gym groups, such as the muscle heads, the body geeks, and the various dancers.

⠀⠀The muscle heads got to do everything between fun and death. Swimming, yoga balls, play dodgeball. But every class had its downsides, such as the weekly runs, weight lifting, and P 90X once a month. People in this class got the best grades in the physical area, where we did graded runs, played sports, and graded physical tests, like how many push ups you could do.