Colliding hearts-Eren x Levi, Jean x Mikasa

Chapter 22 - Prom part 3/3 (Final Chapter)

Eren's p.o.v

"They do look good together." Armin commented as we watched Jean and Mikasa colliding together on the dance floor. Who knew my sister could dance. Hell, who knew the horse could dance? We were alone once again, sitting across from each other in the booth. Connie and Sasha were probably making out by the buffet, Ymir, Crysta and Annie were at the photo booth, Reiner and Bertoldt were smoking in the parking lot and Franz and Hannah were dancing. Which just left Armin and I

"Yeah, whatever."

Armin turned to me. "Mikasa looks happy."

"But she didn't fifteen minutes ago." I said dryly.

"What are you saying?" Armin asked, his blue eyes shining with a curious concern.

"I just don't want him to hurt her again. I don't trust Jean." I sighed, taking a sip from this weird Martini glass of some blue liquid.

"I don't think he will." Armin said, leaning on his palms and watching the two of them.

I turned to see them again and couldn't help but smile.

"Do you think she'll win prom queen?"

"What do you think?" I rolled my eyes.

"And prom king?"

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by Mr Hannes' slurred voice over the microphone;

"Prom king nominee Erwin Smith and his date; prom queen nominee Petra Ral."

Our heads swiveled simultaneously to the silver stairs, as did everyone else's, to see Erwin and Petra standing together in the spotlight. There was more than a slight height difference, but they did go well together. Erwin was wearing black pants with a white tuxedo. And Petra; a short, cutesy red dress, showing off her skinny,tanned legs. Some creep wolf whistled in the audience and she covered her smile with her hand, and Erwin held her arm a little tighter. Protectively. They began their descent down the stairs, and all the students applauded.

"Erwin."

"Yeah, definitely."

We turned back and both took another swig of our drinks.

"That is unless....." Armin started but stopped himself.

I lowered my glass slowly, and raised both brows. "You can say his name, its not like Voldemort or Beetle juice."

"-Levi shows up." He finished.

I dropped my gaze and looked down at my hands, turning them over. Even in the dim light, the scars were visible. But it made them look black. Inked into my skin. Permanent.

Armin followed my eyes so I quickly turned them over and pretended I was looking at my 'non existent' watch.

"It's late. All of the nominees should have turned up by now. I doubt he'll show."

Armin shrugged. "I think he will."

"What makes you say that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Armin's face instantly shifted into that guilty expression he'd wear every time I'd catch him hiding something from me.

"Spit it out." I snapped, then softened my tone;

"What are you keeping from me?"

"It wasn't just me!" He protested.

"Wait, what?! What the fuck are you talking about? Who else-"

Armin kept his lips sealed tightly, but his eyes darted over to Mikasa, still dancing, just for a second and I tilted my head slightly.