It's...You Again~ Sequel To "Not You Again"

Chapter 11

Eren was winded. Early in the morning when he had awoke from a poor two hours of sleep he had almost been swept up his feet and would of went back to sleep if the voice behind him hadn't kept nagging him of making breakfast. "Do it yourself," Eren grumbled as he threw the thick sheets over his head to evade the yellow rays beaming in his eyes from the clementine sun.

Eren can hear Charlotte suck her teeth in response, mortified that he wasn't giving her the typical fiancee service she deserved. "Are you seriously still sulking about that girl from the party?" It didn't take a puzzle to figure out the main picture. Eren was jealous, and it was blatantly obvious.

Admitting it wasn't Eren's thing. It was either he had his way or he didn't, and being a player who usually got whatever he wanted, being turned down or have his property stolen from him was kind of a kicker; a slap to reality that things didn't exactly go as planned.

Did he really expect for Mikasa to beg for him back after all they had been through? I guess her reaction was quite anticipated, Mikasa wasn't the type to push through familiar bullshit without shutting it down before it happen.

Maybe girls crying to him begging for him back was what he was use to. The attention, the feeling of want and need. It was all innate. For Mikasa to turn him away and find another worn out play toy was foreign, and for him, a mere eyesore.

He hadn't known when Charlotte climbed out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, all he was thankful for was that he got to soak in the quietness while it lasted and marinate in his misery. Doing that for the day seemed plausible, and probably the best he could compromise with since his body was deprived of all will power to function. Eren just couldn't see Mikasa with Zach, almost as if she was forcing herself to be with him.

Was she intentionally making him jealous? Eren felt like he partially knew the answer to that question but chose to stay oblivious. He was convinced for the most part, but the stubborn side of him refused to even reason with the ideology.

A distressed groan tears through Eren's throat as he turns in his bed and rips the blankets from over him, squinting his eyes from having his corneas breached and melt.

"I'm heading out—" whatever Charlotte had been muttering faded from earshot when a vibrating noise goes off from under his pillow. Eren grumbles incoherently to himself of who it could be, slips his hand under the pillow, and withdraws his phone and answers the call without even thinking to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" His melancholic, sorrowful timbre reverberates the room. Eren's eyes are closed and his breathing hovers softly, until he hears a voice he hadn't all expected to hear.

"Hey, Eren...wanna meet up somewhere, just us and the other guys?" It was Armin. Eren's eyes shot open for a moment to let the voice sink in, but then his vision soon narrows, and he is hardly even thinking of the offer.

A part of him didn't want to see Armin and the others. There was so much he even envied about them that staying in one place with them all crowded had him feeling more of an outcast than usual. They were all successful in their little areas of interest and cultivated good relationships with their friends. He would give anything for it to be the same with him.

But he felt obligated to accepting the offer, hence why he didn't decline and told him he would meet up with him and the others later that early afternoon at the beach.

Eren hated the beach. He hated having the sand in his crack, hated how naturally hot the sand was to begin with, and how the sand can easily become bullets shooting at your skin when the wind picks up. Overall, the sand was the main thing keeping him from going.

But Eren got over it. He ate some breakfast, took a shower, and changed into a white tee and gym shorts to which he categorized as swim trunks. He slips on some slides and stuffs an idle bag he found in the deepest trench in his closet with towels, sun cream, etcetera.