Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

27.

Dragging his feet on the floor, Eren walked into the bar. Readjusting his mask he looked over to the small table where his friends usually sat at. Immediately spotting the two toned hair of Jean he grabbed a milk shake from the bar and walked over.
Sitting down on the chair next to Marco. Jean took a sip from his drink and looked tword his friend. His eyes were immediately attracted to the heavy bags under Eden's eyes. He hadn't seen Eren look that bad since he was living with his father.
"What's up?" He asked to burnet. The omega glaced at his friend, then took off his mask and taking a quick sip of his frosty drink, licking his upper lip afterwards to get rid of the whipped cream that had got on it.
"Levi's friend is trying to convince him to send me to a pratty private school." He said, reaching into his picket to grab his spare pack of cigarettes. Isabelle was also trying to get him to stop smoking.
Jean just sat in his seat, still trying to comprehend Eden's words.
"Anyone go a lighter?" Eren asked. Jean stalled out of his thoughts and handed Eren his. 
"Why would she want that?" Marco said, wondering why a friend, not even one of Eren's friends, would be so concerned with his education.
Titan High had no bragging rights about either credentials or sports, but the teachers who worked there did a pretty good job at getting the students to learn the basics. So no one saw the problem with it.
Eren shrugged his shoulders and took a long drag, holding his breath for a couple seconds, something he only did when he was stressed or worked up about something.
"She said that I needed to act more like my raink. And that I needed to be smart."
Eren took another sip of his drink and another long drag, sinking into his thoughts as the nicotine took the edge off him.
*Flash back*
It was the night that Eren had meet the over enthusiastic betta.
Issable had impossibly bright red hair that he was sure was died, but he didn't ask about it. If it was one thing he learned about Levi's friends, it was that they were always a different person once you meet them, meaning that he had to keep his guard up.
Eren was running a bit behind for dinner, Levi had insisted that he changed into something "more presentable" witch Eren found odd because they were just having dinner at home.
But not wanting to start an argument with the Alpha he truged his way to their bed room and changed into a shirt that didn't have spots of dried blood on it.
Ok maybe Levi had a point about him changing.
Eren made his way back to the dining room (Eren had started to call it hall because of  how big it was) only to arrive to find His seat taken by the girl.
Repressing a growl in the back of his throat, Eren sat next to the ashy-blond guy, who had also taken a seat next to Levi.
The three were engaged in a conversation that Eren didn't have to energy to disrupt. So he just waited for the food to come.
As always, Conny and Sasha entered the room quietly, which now that are in use them personally he found quite odd considering their loud personalities.
Conny set Eren's plate down infront of him first. Conny shot Eren a sympathetic look as Sasha served Levi's guests.
The two were dismissed with a wave of Levi's hand.
"So Eren," Isabel trailed off, stabbing a piece of pasta with her fork, "You are still in school, yes?"
Eren glanced up from his food and nodded. He didn't like the way she spoke to him, she used a higher voice, one parents would usually use for talking to kids. He wasn't a kid.
Issable didn't take the hint that he wasn't in the mood for dinner conversation.
"Where are you schooling?"
"Titan Highschool." Eren responded coldly as he took another bite of his food.
"That's too bad." She said.
Eren tilted his head in confusion. 'Too bad'? What did she mean from that?
noticing the lack of conversation between the group, farland took it upon himself to start one.
Turing to Eren, "What do you like to do?" He asked.
Eren shrugged again, "I do coding and text stuff as more of a job, but I am getting into hand to hand combat now." Eren said, a small smile playing its way into the corner of his lips.
"You shouldn't be doing that." Issable commented.
Eren was running low on his patience for her.
"And why is that?"
"It's not something a person of your class should be doing."
Eren raised an eyebrow.
"Should I be sitting in a nursery reading bedtime stories to little kids?" He asked jokingly.
"Precisely."
Eren dropped his fork while standing up.
"I have to go." Eren said while grabbing his lighter and a stray cigarette from his back pocket.
*Flash back end*

"You know what always helped you?" Eren turned to the bar owner, an old friend he did a favor for once or twice.
Eren grunted, "What?"
He felt a cool touch on his arm, one he was very familiar with, metal.
Eren looked down.
Miss. Cover was offering him what looked to be a brand new metal baseball bat.
Eren looked up at the lady's crooked grin.
"I don't want to get this back till all the paint is peeled off."
He smiled and took it. Time to cause little truble.