geek | armin arlert

passage to popularity

you did a quick prayer before practically sliding out of hitch's car slinky style, holding onto a water as if it were a lifeline and every movement feels like an invitation for people to stare, look at me i partied too hard and made a fool out of myself and it's online now! like and comment!

before even exiting the car it had already begun, lackies gawking at the usual princess carriage of a car driving into the parking lot, staring like it'd turn into a pumpkin at any second.

and you could sense how much hitch wanted to check the latest updates, but was too busy role-playing an atrocious security guard. walking like you were ariana grande in the flesh, two steps ahead, arms waving a little like an attempt at shooing gossip-thirsty mosquitoes off, gruff in every which direction.

it was kind, but definitely just bringing more attention, which didn't help. and then there were the other three who sat at the side entrances steps like usual, away from the other cheer members sitting front and center, soaking up attention. two sporting the same cheer attire, while the other only sported the kind of humor that made teachers questions their career choices.

"(y/n)! i'll do whoever it takes to get you out of this!"

"don't you mean whatever it takes."

"yeah, i'll do that too."

well things were definitely normal here, sasha and ymir bickering like usual, the taller brunette completely unfazed. not caring much for internet drama, even if it was terrorizing her own friends life, what did drama in a town out in the boonies really mean? nothing. this was not celebrity gossip hour.

you really should take a page from her book.

historia on the other hand is like a hawk on watch, clearly trying to find the most convincing culprit, make the slightest suspicious movement: automatically dealt with. that was the switch before turning with gentle concern, asking why you hadn't answered any texts nor phone calls: "we were worried you wouldn't show."

ymir's leaning against the piller with a vape, one that had yet to join the others that'd already been confiscated, the usual carefree smirk, "if i had a dollar for every group chat calling you a nerd groupie, i could retire and start a queer trap house in the woods."

whatever the hell that meant it still made you groan dramatically, knowing the underlying point of excessiveness wasn't much of an overstatement, even if it was coming in the form of a bad analogy from ymir, "look, you're just in the splash zone of teenage stupidity."

well at least they didn't actually believe their friend was involved in a sexy scandal straight out of a fanfiction with terrible grammar. things might've actually been alright, apart from the fbi evidence screenshot and and dramatic instagram caption.

it was at that exact moment when a few knobheads with way too much cologne bark while passing by, the cologne heavenly but the faces not so much, don't make girls heads turn just to be disappointed.

sasha barks back, not so ladylike, while hitch yells 'brave for someone with that haircut.' which you normally would've laughed at, and agreed, perhaps even jumped in on it. but today wasn't normal.

historia, the most sensible of the bunch, rolls her eyes before grounding you again, "have you talked to armin?"

you flinch, like the name physically hit. sinking lower into the ground, avoiding the groups eyes, but nodding a small no at the same time. it wasn't intentional, but what the hell had even really happened yesterday. it was too much, friends to awkward study-buddies-with-benefits to strangers. then as of yesterday, a fling?