𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

16

𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷𝚜𝚝

𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, I'm pretty wasted, my cheeks flushed and my thighs aching from all the dancing and standing. I've managed to find a spot against the wall, and I'm sitting there, trying to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. The room is a blur of flashing lights and loud music, the bass thumping in my chest.

Sasha stumbles over to me, her eyes bright and her smile wide, clearly still riding the high from whatever adventures she had with Niccolo. "Girl, you missed out!" she exclaims, leaning against the wall beside me. "We were dancing and like.. You should've seen him!"

"Yeah?" I ask, a grin spreading across my face as I lean my head back against the wall. "What did he do? Did like... throw his ass around or some shit?"

"Oh, you have no idea!" Sasha laughs, her laughter bubbling over. "He did this weird twirl thing too, and I almost fell over! It was a whole spectacle. And then he tried to teach me some dance—total disaster!" She shakes her head, clearly amused by the memory.

"Sounds like a night to remember," I tease, nudging her playfully. "Next time, I expect a full recap, complete with the juicy details."

Sasha rolls her eyes dramatically, but her smile doesn't fade. "Deal! But right now, we need more drinks. I'm parched!"

"Lead the way," I say, pushing myself off the wall with a bit more effort than expected. My head spins slightly, but the excitement of being with my friends keeps me grounded.

As we make our way through the crowd, I can't help but feel a warm wave of happiness wash over me. It's moments like these that make all the drama and heartache seem distant, even if just for a little while.

After a few minutes, we're back at the wall, and speaking drunken words that usually are sober thoughts.

"Eren is lowkey pissing me off. I wonder if Historia and Eren have fucked yet." I giggle, checking my right nail while taking a sip from my drink with the other hand. Sasha snickers, smacking me in the arm.

"Historia is literally a lesbian."

My eyes widen, and I almost drop my drink. "You're fucking joking."

She shakes her head, looking serious. "Whatever rumors I've been hearing about Eren and Historia hooking up or whatever, the mall stuff is the only true part. They have definitely not been hooking up. She's obviously been hanging out with Eren to make you jealous. You dumb or what?"

I blink, trying to process this new information. My mind spins as I consider the implications. So, Historia isn't into guys at all? Suddenly, it feels like the ground beneath me is shifting. My world is ending, yet at the same time, a strange part of me finds it hilarious. I can't help but laugh a little at the thought of Eren being strung along, completely clueless.

"Wait," I say, swirling my drink as I contemplate, "do you think Eren even knows she's a lesbian?" The thought makes me giggle again, imagining Eren's confused expression if he ever found out. It's kind of funny how he could be chasing after someone who isn't even interested.

Sasha shrugs, raising her eyebrows. "Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if he has no clue. That boy has his head up his ass most of the time." I nod, the laughter bubbling up inside me, mixed with a hint of relief. As much as I've been annoyed by the idea of Eren and Historia together, the reality is oddly comforting. Maybe I don't have to be jealous after all.