Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

17.

Eren pov.
Ohhhh this little bich is looking for a fight. Like hell, i would let that stand. This is my fucking school, im the fucking Alpha, and i won't take any shit from a person, i don't give a flying fuck who the hell you are. You can suck my dick, which is bigger than yours.
Levi looked at the man's hand like they were pieces of shit, which in my eyes they are.
"No, im his mate. I don't even go here, and you just completely ignored the Alpha of this school." He replied with a monotone voice.
Mr.C. turned back to me, his smile wavering for a moment.
"Never in my life have i seen a thing like this. You look like you can't knock over a rock." He had a big grin on his face like he didn't just dig his own grave.
I reached into my front poked and pulled out my knife. I hade black holsters attached to both of my thighs. On my left i hade a medium sized knife that had a leather-wrapped handle, on the handle was brass knuckles with sharp spikes sticking out, the bottom hade a small point and it hade a sharp blade.

The whole thing i what you would call a full handle, meaning that it was made from one solid piece of metal.
On the right side, i hade a knife that i loved to use. It had a small 4-inch hooked blade that was attached to a long 3-foot change. These were one of my favorite weapons i like to use besides my scythe.
"Your walking on thin fucking ice buddy," I warn him, my knife at his throat, my right hand wrapped around the chain from the other one.

Levi pov.
I almost feel sorry for that bastard. I looked around. The other players were watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, obviously not expecting an omega talk to an alpha like that, much less hold a knife to his throat.
I could tell that if Mr.C. took the wrong step, he might have a hospital visit. The look Eren hade in his eyes made me think if there were other reasons that they called him Death.
"Well?" Eren asked.

Eren pov.
I let out a low two-tone whistle. Some of the kids walked around to the other Gems who were standing by the buss, making a giant ring around the visitors, blocking them from leaving. Two the people boarded the bus and order to the driver to go somewhere else.
Soon the bus was gone and it was just the football team and coachesheseft, and of course my schoolmates.
Mr. C. Quickly realize that he was outnumbered and held his hands up in an 'i surrender' jester.
I snickered, that's what i thought.
"Oi Jean get your ass over here!" I shout. He came walking over to me, a half-empty bottle of beer in his hands.
"Yes?"
"Show these asshats to the field. I want people keeping watch on them at all times." I turn to the rest of the players, knife still in hand. "If i hear one complaint we will personally escort you all through the gates of hell, got it?" They all stood their heads and followed Jean and some other people through the gates in silence.
I was putting my knife away when i felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me. I took a deep breath and enjoyed Levis scent.

Levi pov.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class. All the students ignored it, their attention turned to Eren, waiting for commands.
"Just go to class, you can grab a drink if you want," He said, walking back towards the office, a couple people following us to grab a beer.
After a quick pit stop there i followed him into the overcrowded hallway.
"Eren, tell the janitor to do their job, the place looks filthy." He just laughs as he pulled me into one of the classrooms.
Eren led me into a descent sized class room. It had what were supposed to be white walls with chiped paint and gravity on them, and florescent lights that flickered on and off while some just didn't work entirely. The interior design was complete with smoth concrete floors with some cracks here and there.
Parole Officers came in following some students into the room, standing by the walls, eyeing the room with disgust, much like me but their reasons were completely different from mine.
I looked over to the front of the room where a large brown oak desk sat. I assumed this was the teacher's desk. Sitting behind it was a man who looked like he was in his mid-60s. He had a white beard and no a hair on his head.
As the bell range, he stood up and took the role. Eren was the last name that was called.
"Eren" he called out.
"Here!" He shouted and he raised his hand up. Erens seat was towards the back of the class so he could do what he wanted.
Mr. Pixie didn't question why i was here but instead turned to a green chalkboard.
And started to teach math.
I was expecting Eren to zone out of the class but to my surprise he paid attention and took notes. As the class near the end, he let the students pack up while he passed out tests. When Eren got him he let out a little 'yes'
He turned around and shoved the paper in my face. On the top, it had a red 100% along with a smiley face underneath.
"Good for you bright eyes," I said as we waited for the bell to ring.