Give Me back!

Back to School

Word count: 961

"Oh boi, I really did not miss this place at all", Eren sighed when he locked his bike to one of the cycle racks in front of his school.

It was their first day after the summer break at Maria High – the local High School, Eren and his sister Mikasa went to. Although they were not blood related, they called each other brother and sister. Mikasa had been adopted by Eren's parents when they both had been around the age of five. They had become very close after a short while and now that they had grown into hormone raging teenagers, Eren had learnt how to stand up for himself, although Mikasa still acted like his older sister and protector once in a while. But he didn't mind that much. He loved Mikasa for her badass attitude and would not want to trade sisters with anyone else in the world.

And then there was Armin, his best friend, a blonde, slender boy with a pointy nose and blue eyes, who had been by his side as long as he could remember.

They met Armin at the main entrance of the school, where he was nervously bouncing up and down on his toes. When he saw them, he waved and a huge smile spread over his face.

Eren hugged his friend tightly and even lifted him off the ground for a few seconds. Mikasa smiled at him.

"Good to see you Armin. Did your grandpa already leave?"

Armin nodded, still smiling, "Yup, he did. You know how he always insists on driving me to school on our first day, but does not like to stay too long among all these chattering teenager rebels how he calls them."

They all laughed and entered the building. They took a couple of stairs and ended up in front of a huge shelf, filled with over a hundred little plastic drawers, that each had a different name tag on them.

Eren opened Armin's drawer and passed him his schedule, as he knew that his smaller friend would have to stretch awfully high to reach his own drawer, due to his last name being Arlert. Then he took his own stack of papers from his drawer, marked Jaeger, Eren. Mikasa got her papers as well and they looked over each other's shoulders, comparing their classes and teachers they would have this year.

"Ah, one last year of French with Mrs. Howell, and I'll never have to remember any of that stupid vocabulary anymore!" Eren sounded relieved. He hated French. But mostly, because he wasn't that good with languages in general and had his difficulties with remembering all the different words, sounds and especially the weird grammar parts like when to use which time and how to apply the subjonctif and so on. He started scanning Armin's schedule, when someone intentionally bumped into his shoulder.

"Move, brat", an unforgettable voice hissed next to him and he did not have to turn around to see a rather small, raven haired boy with piercing grey eyes stretching for his drawer. Levi Ackermann – the most annoying kid that had to repeat the last year, so that he had been transferred into Eren's class exactly one year ago. He was a pain in the ass. A good looking pain in the ass, but Eren would never admit that to anyone. To him, Levi was the kind of guy who did not respect any of the students around him, nor the teachers. He smoked, had a lot of tattoos – God knows how he got them all at the age of seventeen – and had gotten very popular through actually being unpopular. He was the mysterious loner most students were a bit afraid of, a rebel, a troublemaker – but in Eren's eyes he was just a huge annoyance and someone who urgently needed a lesson in how not to piss off people every single time he parted his perfect lips.

"Did you spend a nice summer doing stretching exercises, midget?", Eren mumbled loud enough for Levi to hear him. Said midget had finally gotten his own schedule into his hands.

"Don't tell me you did some exercises during the summer, because you still look like a baby teenager who can't even throw a basketball", Levi sighed without looking up from his paper.

Eren frowned. How dare he. He knew that Levi knew that he was one of the best players in the school's basketball team.

"Oh shut up – oh wait, no you can't, because you always have something to say, no matter how stupid it is."

Levi looked at him, his eyes gleaming. "Watch your tongue, shitty brat", and with that he turned on his heel, walking past a tall, brown haired boy with a long face and dark eyes.

"Oy Levi, already mocking Eren – I like that", he shouted, but Levi ignored him.

"Shut the fuck up, horseface", Eren said and the other boy looked angrily.

"Why are we in the same class again, dumbass?", he asked, but Eren turned to Armin and Mikasa, who already put their schedules into their bags.

"Let's go guys, Mr. Fishbone hates tardy students", Mikasa said.

"Oh you've got Mr. Fishbone in Physics as well?", the boy whom Eren had tried to ignore asked. "You know we're gonna study magnetic fields this year, like things attracting each other and stuff..."

"Or repulsing each other", Mikasa frowned at him, "Stop pulling your weird jokes and lines on me, Jean, you know I'm not interested in testosterone driven babies like you."

"Ouch, Mikasa", Armin whispered from Eren's other side, but Jean just laughed.

"Oh, alright, who are you interested in, then?"

Mikasa continued to glare at him as they made their way through the crowded corridors, towards their Physics class.