Ghost From The Past {Levi x Reader}

Chapter 12 - To Be Or Not To Be a Whore?

"I'm dying." A girlish whine, fueled by a desperate kind of pain - mental pain. Three days after the unfortunate injury, when my days had already returned to their routine, my ankle hadn't healed completely though there was hardly anything to heal at all. It was a mild sprain, or so Jean had stated after looking at it (thank God he was a medical major, even though I never learned its name). He might've saved me a quick trip to the doctor but that didn't magically remove the pain so I had to deal with it the old-fashioned way: alcohol and aspirin, but never at the same time because I was a responsible adult who couldn't afford the hospital fees.

"Correction: you're limping, (Y/N)." Eren stopped in his tracks and looked at me, limping my way up the stairs towards our next lecture. I groaned again, clinging to the railing and trying not to hiss every time I put pressure on my wounded foot. I had just the cure for that but I needed to sit down and grab my backpack first and I couldn't exactly do it at the staircase, could I? Gathering the strength to throw a half-hearted glare at my brown-haired friend, I let a cruel smirk kiss my dry lips.

"Come on, Eren, let me have my drama sometimes." I whined again, lacking the innocent air of a person who was truly in pain as I finally got to the top of the stairs. If my ankle didn't get better in a day or two, I was sure the trips up and down those steps would kill me. Just like my neglect towards everything but my brain and ankle seemed to slowly ruin me. My lips were dry because I hadn't applied lip gloss since the drive back from the hotel, my stomach grumbled disapprovingly at the lack of food I put there and my throat had started feeling like a thorny path this morning because the alcohol to water ratio I consumed was rather disturbing.

"Not when you have Mathematics." Eren's steady grip on my upper arm was weirdly gentle even when he was trying to play his parental role. His light voice was relatively firm, like he was attempting to scold me when I wasn't doing anything particularly wrong. A warning of sorts. I scowled, thinking of the stupid professor who hated me almost as much as I hated him, if not more. His bald head would reflect the sunlight coming in through the window when I walked into the room and he started his usual lecture on proper discipline and punctuality, specifically required of the college's students, even - at this point of his speech his blue eyes would narrow at me with derision - of the most unsuited to be there.

"Fuck you." I spat, still thinking of the professor and how I would have to kiss up to his ass after the scolding. If we were even late that was. Because we still had two minutes and the oh so desired destination of our journey was just down the corridor despite the fact my best friend had German in the cabinet across the one I had to enter. Eren, mildly surprised by the dark tone in my voice, lifted both his hands in surrender. All him and his puppy eyes were missing was the white flag.

"Don't kill the only person who tolerates you." He stated defensively, voice low and jovial. I crossed my arms as his pace picked up and he turned his back to me, briefly reminding me of the way he'd offered to carry me three days ago. The refusal I quickly worded back then didn't concern one bit the kind-hearted reasonings I'd used - its root was of more selfish nature, an almost embarrassing one. Because my best friend's strong hands, broad shoulders and calming scent would greatly influence my mission and I couldn't let that happen. I had let him carry me, hug me, kiss my forehead and hold my hand before, and it'd never felt like a problem. But I hadn't been forced to make myself fall in love with somebody then. And the conclusion was drawn: if I kept up this romantic intimacy with Eren it would weaken my resolve on the topic of my affections for Levi and ruin my original's chances of passing.

"I would've told you to fuck off because many people tolerate me but that's pretty untrue so I'll give it to you this time." The green blazer he wore outlined his strong shoulders as he walked, making my eyes awkwardly avert as he told me to hurry up because we'd be late. The voice entering my ears was strong in reality but muffled in my mind because of the weird deja vu I felt, walking down the corridor towards the corner where my first time seeing Levi had happened. The tip of his long nose pressed against mine, the grey wall of his wide eyes and the crack at the top as he recognised me, his strong hands on my waist and their subsequent absence as my body fell to the floor. I shook my head and blinked at my limping feet prior to focusing on Eren. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming---"