Cruel Beautiful World

Girl Problems

Ymir meant what she said, the game was most certainly on. Instead of reacting to whatever her partner did or say, she would just ignore it. As well as throwing in some of her own teasing, for good measure.

"Hey Ymir," Krista crouched down to get her head into the bunk. It was lunchtime, and the taller cadet wasn't in the mood to deal with people. So she decided to read a book. It was difficult, it wasn't the language Ymir was familiar with, but she needed to try or else others would think her suspect. She kept her eyes on her book, Ymir didn't need to look, knowing that the blonde was pouting.

"Are you still ignoring me?" She had been for the whole week, and Ymir planed to continue to do so. "I kind of need a partner to do training you know," no response, an Audible sigh was heard.

Krista through her jacket off, wearing the same as her stubborn partner. Ymir took notice of how the straps hugged around the tiny cadet's chest. She hadn't been growing in height, but she was sure growing.

The blonde girl laid down beside the taller recruit, wrapping her hands around the tan bicep. Then nuzzled her head in between Ymir's shoulder and neck. No reaction.

"How long have you been on this page?" Krista asked while her eyes darted around the words quickly. Her freckled companion shifted uncomfortably, and backing away a few inches showed the pink the dusted her cheeks.

"Oh freckles can you not read?"

"I can read," it was the one of the only words she muttered that day. She was flustered, Ymir elbowed the little cadet away from her and moved to read on her bottom, knees to her chest, resting the book on them.

"I'm not saying it to tease you," piercings yellow eyes glared over the book to the blonde. And back again at the pages, finally turning it. "I bet most of the others can even read, I could help you," The small girl crawled back over and attempted to snuggle herself to her partner's side.

"I can read Krista, Goddamn. Can you just get your own life and quit bothering me?!" Ymir shoved her away, once again. Forcefully. Making the girl loser her balance and fall over the bed. Ymir regretted it right when it happened, but she was still upset.

"Get up," a tan shot down to try and pull up the girl, but Krista swatted it away. Her face was red, her mouth in a straight frown, and her eyes watery.

"Why do you need to be such a jerk all the time," Krista spoke under her breath as picked her brown jacket back up and walked out of the cabin without another word.

Who did she think she was? Ymir had always been this way, rude, brash, and mean. She wouldn't change for some sorry little girl. Maybe she was the girl she was looking for, but to hell with her!

Ymir continued to try and read her book but all she could think about was the look that her partner gave her. She didn't ever what to see it again.

Shit, Krista really shouldn't be making her feel like this.

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"Hey what's up with Krista?" Sasha whispered over to her during the course on Titan's weakness and history. The cadets also had one somewhat real class time, but the class was all about killing things.

Glancing over to another table, Ymir saw a very blue, very sad looking blonde keeping her eyes on her shoes. "How should I know?"

"Well you are her partner... and well..." the potato girl trailed off. Doodling on a paper.

"Well what?" Ymir was very annoyed at the world. She was short with everyone one today, more then she already was normally. If Krista didn't take everything to heart maybe she wouldn't be feeling like this.

"I might have noticed you haven't been talking to her," she continued to keep her gaze as far away from Ymir's as she could. "Usually she's very happy, and nothing has really happened Expect you not being around..."

"So what?" Ymir wasn't stupid, she could see the connect Sasha was making.

"Well, you must have made her feel like this," hearing this gave Ymir a sour taste in her mouth. God why was this idiot so perceptive?

Huffing out, "ha whatever, she's just naïve. We aren't even friends," deny until the very end. It couldn't have been her fault that the angel of the 104 training squad was so down in the dumps, for they weren't even friends. Or that's what she spoon feed herself so she wouldn't feel bad.

"That's not what I see," Sasha moved back into her seat comfortably leaving the taller one with some food for thought.

Ymir didn't like Krista.

Feeding herself more lies.

Something she had promised not to do again.

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During dinner, Ymir sat with her partner. In a very awkward silence. The tension was thick, and seeing the sad girl only made Ymir want to eat less.

"Here I don't want it," her hand pushed the nearly full plate over to Krista.

"Oh, thanks," the blonde muttered, keeping her eyes to herself. It seemed as if at any moment she would burst out into tears.

Ymir didn't like it, "l'm going to go get ready for bed," she stood up, waiting for a tug, a pull, a call out, anything. But she received nothing.

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It was foolish to think that Krista Lenz could be something more. That someone would actually like her, the real her. But really she was just a pest, like Ymir always told her.

Krista Lenz just needed to die, it was foolish to think what someone would miss her. A quick thought would be all she would get, while everyone just went on to the next 'angel.'

Silly to think that Krista could show Ymir Historia instead. And that she would like it.

All of these thoughts ran through her head while she changed her clothes for bed. Ymir was sitting reading in the bottom bunk, Krista began to climb up the frame.

"Let me help before you bust your head," Ymir picked the little cadet up by the waist and pushed her up to the top bed. She was backtracking. Trying to fix things without actually fixing it.

"Thanks," Krista spoke somberly and rolled over to her side, so she wouldn't face Ymir.

"Goodnight Beautiful," this time her partner spoke with a bit more joy in her voice. She was making a real effort. But no response came her way.

Marching over to the bathrooms, Ymir was happy that there stood only one person.

"Sasha," the girl in question turned her head with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Remember the favor you owe me?" The girl shook her head up and down, afraid of what could come next.

"Well I'm cashing it out now."