The Intern

Chapter 50

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

The words were out of my mouth before I'd even made it outside of the glass doors, but that cocky blonde headed dishrag heard me anyway. Erwin glanced up from the book he was holding, his one arm draped across his chest as he leaned against the car in the most relaxed position. As if he couldn't care less that he had been waiting over an hour for us. Which I was sure he had. Because Armin didn't look at all surprised to see him, and that told me everything I needed to know.

"Nice to see you, too, Eren." He snapped the book shut and smiled so invitingly it made me want to greet him with my fist. "All ready to go?"

"To go? With you? In that?" I pointed at the car, not even trying to keep the disgust off my face. "I think I'd rather walk."

"Are you sure about that?" Erwin shot back, angling his head to the side and eyeing my outfit with a critical stare. "It's not exactly warm out, and I wouldn't say that you're dressed for-"

"Erwin," Armin cut him off with a warning tone and then turned to face me, frowning. "I'm sorry. I should have mentioned that he drove me here."

"And instead you just decided to skip over the part where you brought this asshole to my apartment?"

"You make it sound like I wasn't already aware of where you lived." Erwin paused and tossed the book onto the passenger seat of the car. "Not that it matters. If you really don't want me to drive you, then you're free to walk in that."

He gestured briefly at my outfit and I glanced down at the fishnet top and belted black pants, trying to decide if it was really worth it. Even though I knew my way around, I was sure I was bound to attract some unwanted attention. That, and I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of adding an extra hour onto my travel time when I was already bound to be late. I had been banking on the fact that Armin would be driving us there, and now that plan was all shot to hell.

"Eren..."

I turned to Armin at the sound of his voice, knowing my expression was far more accusatory than I wanted it to be. But I couldn't help myself right now. I felt betrayed and there was no way past that. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't come outside if I did." Armin paused and shrugged, continuing in a soft voice. "I wasn't trying to catch you off guard or anything. I just..."

"I don't want to see him right now."

"Well, I'm not about to give you a choice in that." Erwin opened the door and nodded to the interior. "Keep your eyes closed for the whole ride if you have to."

I eyed the roomy backseat, which was enough to hold a handful of people and might as well have been covered in needles and flames. It was the last place I wanted to be right now, especially when I knew he would be riding in the front seat. And that was only if I was lucky. Knowing him, he probably wasn't even up for touching a steering wheel. I was almost willing to bet that there was a driver waiting inside for us.

"You said you didn't care if I walked."

"I never said I didn't care." Erwin corrected, still holding the door. "I just said that you were free to do so if you wanted to."

"Good," I snapped, turning toward the sidewalk, "Then I am."

The speed at which he appeared in front of me was almost enough to throw me back a few feet, and he didn't even have to touch me to do it. The shock of nearly bumping into a wall of chest that wasn't there a moment ago was enough to leave me immobile. I stared up at him and tried desperately to keep the surprise off my face, wanting him to see nothing but hate.