Marked With Deception (ereri)

Chapter Eight

~Eren's POV~

There he sat watching every move I made. The way I fidgeted uncomfortably in the cafeteria seat. How he caught me looking at my three abandoned excuses for friends. How I attempted to fit a full nacho chip bigger than the radius of my mouth. 

Every move.

"Stop staring at me." I didn't even bother saying 'please'; that's how pissed I was. 

Levi runs his fingers through his hair followed by placing his elbow on the table's surface. There is no trace of pity in his eyes; only that disgusting smirk plastered on his face that never fails to make him even hotter than he already is.

"Why?" His words sound flirtatious. "Is there something wrong?"

Yes there is, bitch.

Practically throwing the chip held in my hand back onto the soggy styrofoam tray, I glare daggers at him.

"People don't like it when you stare at them. That's why. Use that brain of yours for once." I honestly didn't believe that he could be even more obnoxious than he already is. He turns his head forward so he wouldn't study me like a hawk anymore.

It's been a minute and Levi has barely made any effort to change his position. I'm glad.

The bell rings above all the screaming hormonal teenagers that flood the cafe room. Within seconds, everyone gets up to race out the doors. I'm taking my sweet ass time because  I have study hall eighth; which is now.

Perfect.

My tray is taken by some custodian before I even got a chance to get up.

"Where you going?" He asks while stretching his arms out, showing his chest. His eyes are closed, but all I see is pure muscle. Each vein that bulges out his neck makes me want to tackle him here and now.

"You forgot? I have study hall in the library," I say still watching his biceps relax as his swings his arms back down to his sides. 

"Oh. Yup, I forgot." He gives a halfhearted smile while picking up my school bag without asking. He holds both his stuff and mine like it's nothing. My kneecaps would've probably dislocate themselves if I even attempted carrying anything heavier than myself.

"I can carry my bag, give it here." My hand reaches to snatch it, but he pulls away casually. 

"Nope." He pops the 'P' in the word. Little does he know, I'm serious. But he's not. "Eren, we're going to the same place. Let me carry your stuff."

At this point my blood was beginning to boil. There are certain things I'm okay with when he bothers me. I should be grateful—I know—but I get uncomfortable when people do nice things for me only because it happens to rarely. 

"Levi."

"Eren," he says my name through a smile before walking through the cafe doors leaving me.

Our only agreement was that he'd be my main client. Not buy me lunch—even thought I loved it—and carry my shit like a servant. If anything, I should be serving him. This is the perfect opportunity to blackmail the shit out of me.

Instantly following behind him, I keep my distance, around three meters, from him. I watch as he gets approving head nods from his jock friends and girls flaunting over his very being. Even freshmen who've only been here for only about a month bow down to him like he's the alpha of the school.

I mean, he kinda is.

He looks over his shoulder to find me fiddling with my fingernails. My nearly empty bag hangs from his shoulder as he chuckles like I'm some joke. The library is down the hall from the cafe, which I'm thankful for.