Pretty Boy

Number 25

"Wow Marco you can drive that's so cool!" Armin said as Eren, Mikasa, and himself joined Marco and Jean in a cool silver car.

"Yeah this was a birthday gift." Marco smiled and looked back at the three in the mirror.

"Thanks for the ride." Mikasa said quietly.

"We owe you guys after Eren stood up to Oluo for us." Jean grinned and put his hand on Marcos knee.

"So where's the rest of the group?" Armin asked.

"Well Sasha said she'd meet us there. Connie is on the team-" Marco was interrupted by Jean.

"And by on the team Marco means on the bench the whole game."

"Jean!" Marco yelled.

"It's true!" Jean exclaimed. "You saw him at the scrimmages in the summer! Saw him on the bench!"

"Well give him a chance. Maybe he'll play." Marco said calmly. "And Krista is a cheerleader so she had to be there early."

Marco pulled into the crowded parking lot and drove around until he found a parking space. Unfortunately it was in the very back of the lot so they still had a trek to the stadium. On their walk there they ran into Sasha who was stuffing snacks into her purse and into her jacket. 

"Do you have enough food Sasha?" Jean asked, gripping Marcos hand.

"Jean you know what come halftime you'll be begging me for some." Sasha pouted.

"Is she always like that?" Armin asks.

"Pretty much. She never stops eating." Jean answers.

The group finally reaches the stadium and they all pay for their tickets.

"Hey fags!" Eren immediately recognizes Oluos despicable voice.

"Jean. Marco. Go find seats." Eren says with a hint of anger brewing in his voice.

"No Yeager." Jean says, grabbing Marcos waist in a protective manner.

"Hah" Oluo let out a cynical laugh. "Should've figured you'd be friends with them." He glared at Eren.

Eren was getting ready for another fight but fortunately Levi's girlfriend ran over in her small cheer uniform. "Oluo! Ready for a great game!?"

"Petra!" He grinned slyly, still staring at Eren and his friends. "You're lucky." He mouths before turning to Petra. Eren's group walks past them to find a seat in the stands. They sit closer to the top, near the farthest end of the stadium. They're behind the student section. But far enough away however to not be bothered by them. The team was warming up on the field and the cheerleaders were warming up on the sidelines.

"Which one's Levi?" Eren asked.

"Funny coming from the kid who got beat up by him not even twenty four hours ago." Jean mumbled.

"I'm just curious." Eren said, rolling his eyes.

"His number is 25." Jean said, considering he knew everything about everyone.

Eren nodded. Whether he knew it or not, he would not be able to take his eyes off Levi all night.