Addictive ~Levi x Reader AU~

Chapter 30: No

"You look so beautiful," Andy smiled, his deep black eyes scanning me. "Have I told you that?"

"A couple dozen times," I sighed. "But thank you."

We were at an ice cream shop called Shifter's Delight. Andy had been chomping at the bits to get me alone, so a little ice cream parlor with one other couple and two employees was as remote as I was willing to get with him. I still didn't want to be utterly alone with him and I was starting to think he was picking up on that. He always grew a little annoyed when I recommended public places for us to go to, but he ultimately went with it. I couldn't tell if he was just putting up with it to be near me or just trying to earn my trust...or both. Regardless, it would be a long while before I was ready to do anything in isolation with him. A very long while.

"Listen," Andy sighed. "I really have to go back to h/p -I can't stay in Trost forever." He began to fidget, tapping at the table with his fingers. "And, well, I really don't wanna leave...without you." He brought his puppy dog eyes to me. "Y/N, please, I wanna give us a second go and I really want you to come back to h/p with me. Whatdaya say?"

I blinked. In all honesty, I should've seen that coming. Not even the pills I popped a mere hour ago could erase the astonishment I felt. It was as if he had purposed to me. Shoot, he should've just done that at that rate...but it wouldn't have made a difference. I couldn't go with him. I could never again be with Andy nor anyone remotely like him. That and I couldn't just abandon my new life there. I still had school and...and, well, not many friends. But still. I couldn't just drop everything.

"Andy," I took in a deep breath. "I can't. I can't just leave Trost at the drop of a hat. I still have school and my apartment and...I just can't."

"Please, Y/N," he laced his fingers together. "I want you to come home with me. Everyone misses you so much. Come on."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry, but I can't. My life is here now."

"Come on, Y/N," Andy pressed on. "Please? I love you so much. I promise I'm a changed man. One you can rely on. One you can trust."

I mentally snorted at that one. Yeah...I can trust you alright. Trust you to fuck up my life. I wanted to roll my eyes at his begs, but it wasn't worth it. I just let him spew all the reasons I should return to h/p, though I let it all go in one ear and out the other. None of his pleads were going to work on me. Not that time.

"Come on," Andy continued. "You can always transfer your credits to a school there and we can get an apartment together, just like we used to talk about. We can start completely fresh."

I bit my bottom lip and sighed, "Andy...I...I can't do that."

"Why not?" he asked, panic in his voice. "Why can't you? I know you still love me. I know you do."

He took my hands into his, causing my skin to crawl and my stomach to lunge. Chills ran down my spine, creating the goosebumps on my arms. I felt so dirty with just that touch. I never wanted to feel him against me again...never. I wanted all the cells in my body to be replaced by new ones; ones he'd never touched before. That was one of my deepest desires and it had just been crushed.

"Andy," I growled, "let go of me."

"But -" he began.

"Fucking let the go of me!" I nearly screamed, feeling the eyes of the other couple and employees on us.

Andy nervously glanced from me and to them before returning to me. He released his hold on me and I shot up, my purse in tow. I stomped out of the shop and began to make my way to my sweet apartment. I could feel my cheeks flushing red and the tears welling up as a painful ache began to clench my heart. Son of a bitch. I crossed my arms against my chest. Why me? Why this? Why? I continued to shuffle along my merry way with my eyes planted on the ground until I ran smack into something and went tumbling down. Or rather, someone.

"Oi, watch out you damn -oh, it's you," a familiar stern voice muttered.

"Oh my. Are you okay? Levi, stop glaring at her," a sweet female voice chimed.

A pair of delicate hands helped me up from the ground and brushed my shoulders off. My eyes climbed from the pavement and into a friendly set of warm chestnut orbs. My heart sank. It was the woman I had been seeing Levi with. She was absolutely stunning. Her short dark blonde hair was pulled back into a half-up hairstyle, exposing her soft features and gentle smile which met the depth of her gaze. Her touch was kind and sincere, something I almost flinched at due to my previous encounter with Andy. Still, she just warmly smiled at me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, checking me over.

"I-" I glanced back behind me, making sure Andy hadn't been following me before returning to her. "I'm fine. Thank you."

I wasn't okay. I was anything but okay. Andy had triggered all the memories I had worked so hard to compress and all I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and sob. More than that -I wanted to disappear. Andy touching me made me feel a little more than sick; it made me want to die. Everything was resurfacing -everything. All the nightmares, all the nights I'd cried myself to sleep, all those horrid memories. It was all flooding back, lunging my stomach and spinning my head. Nothing was right. Not a damn thing. I wasn't alright.

I began to try going around the friendly woman but almost ran into Levi, who was glaring down at me. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his chest rising and falling calmly. I desired so badly to press my lips to his and to cry against his shoulder, but I restrained myself. I reminded myself that he wasn't mine and that he was just my professor. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Excuse me, Professor Ackerman," I mumbled, feeling my chest ache.

His stoic expression was as cold as ever...like a bitterly frozen winter kind of cold. He was unreadable as usual, his emotions masked by the wall he built up. He was still his typical self. He had even most likely moved on after what happened at the diner that day. Of course, he did. Why wouldn't he have? I wasn't anything to him anyway. The only reason he backed off was because he didn't bag girls already taken. Not that I was taken, though. That was clear. Still, then why did my heart leap into my throat whenever I looked at him?

"Tch," he snorted. "Come on, Petra, or we'll be late for our reservations."

"Okay," the woman smiled, hooping her arms around one of his. She turned to me and beamed, "Be careful going wherever it is you are."

I numbly nodded in response and watched as they began to grow more and more distant. My heart sank. So...that's her. That's Petra...the one Hanji told me about. I clenched my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I'm such a damn idiot. He's been with her the whole time. I spun on my heels and bolted in the direction of my apartment, never once glancing back.

**Ello my sweets! Oooh boy. This is growing into a tedious situation. Y/N has so many guy issues! Marco won't talk, Levi is acting like nothing's ever happened, and Andy is stirring up some bad vibes. On top of that, all the horrible feelings/memories has Y/N popping pills (once again, I don't encourage any such behavior). It's all a mess! Just wait though...I'm gonna screw it up more. Anyway...THANK YOU FOR READING!! Any support is support welcomed! Feel free to hit that vote button/comment/follow. Wuv you so much! <3**

-Noel Ross

P.S. "Break" by Three Days Grace