Marked With Deception (ereri)

Chapter Ten

~Eren's POV~

Honestly, I don't want to make any assumptions and I usually don't joke around with this stuff, but I have a very strong feeling that Levi may be bipolar. Or he's just a dick. That's my diagnoses for him. But alas, I'm not a physiatrist or psychologist, so my word isn't solid.

But besides that, he left. Just like that. Just a few words and out the door.

The stench of the bathroom finally made it's way through my nose and I was brought back to reality. My hard-on was already down, but my head was throbbing with utter confusion. Him of all people; I should've expected it.

"I think I caught feelings."

Haha. Fuck.

The cold tiles pressed against my clothed back waiting for me to move from my spot. I could feel the dirtied water beneath my feet seep into my already-worn shoes. Revolting.

This is quite the setting.

My instinct was to leave the stall. The school hallways were quiet as always. Lockers were lined on the perimeter of the walls. Some had locks missing and others had paint that was chipping. 

It was like a ghost town with no Levi in sight. Anywhere.

It was mandatory for all the classroom doors to be closed during class time. Because what if, yeah know, a shooter comes in and slaughters us all. If that were to happen right now then I'd just a sitting duck to a shooter.

But if I died this instant, I wouldn't mind really. Morbid, I know.

I couldn't even see or hear any security guards patrolling the halls. Come on Rose High School, you're doing a shitty job.

My backpack hung low off my back hurting my shoulders. I heard the faint chatters of student through the thick concrete walls and steel doors. This school could totally be pulled off as a prison if they wanted to. 

But who am I to say they can't?

I made my way towards the library. It's the only place I'd consider my safe zone. No jocks, no popular chicks, no one except the lovely librarians that where old glasses and put books on bookshelves all day.

They know I'm not a misfit. When I'm here, they usually don't bother asking why. Even though I'm skipping right now.

No one was occupying my designated couch in the back. Honestly there wasn't any body here to begin with. It's like fifth or sixth period and I'm already done with the day.

Letting out a soft groan, I threw my body on the sofa. My backpack slumped off my body due to gravity and making a soft thump noise as it hit the ground. I ignored it.

Just as I was about to get some shuteye, I heard my name get called from behind the couch. Picking up my head, I saw Jean—not Levi, sadly.

"Whatcha you doing here?" He looked confused yet pleased that I wasn't where I was supposed to be.

"Skipping." My head dropped in the hard cushions trying to end my conversation with the boy who was the cause of my lover's quarrel.

"Why? I wouldn't see you as the skipping type."

Just hop of my dick, damn. "Welp." My voice was muffled since I was speaking into the couch.

One-word answers are usually a sign when someone doesn't want to talk to you. But let's see if Jean is that much of a dumbass and still talks to me.

"Oh okay." There was a silence before the bitch continued talking. "Bro—"

"I'm not your bro, bro." I remembered Levi said something along those lines when horse-face here interrupted us.