Everything's looking good for Armin. Then he gets a wrong number text. He wants to figure out who's behind it, but will he be able to despite the constant drama that is high school and the mental battle he has had to endure since he was a child?
Lo...
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F/n's POV
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As I sit silently in my father's car, I can't help but continue to reread my messages with my raven-haired friend. I frown, knowing full well I motivated her to tell Eren. A pit of guilt settles in my stomach and I gulp, trying to force it away. It doesn't work very well.
"Everything alright?" my father asks, not looking away from the road in front of him. I smile and nod.
"Just texting a friend," I reply, to which he hums.
"Which friend?" he questions.
"Mikasa. I'm helping her with this guy she likes."
He nods.
"Hopefully she isn't like you," he throws out, referring to the night I accidentally came home late. The pit increases tenfold as I realize his implications. There's no use in arguing. He'll just use it against me. Instead, I just close Twitter and put on my headphones, turning on music.
BZZZZZT
My phone's screen lights up at the top. The pit in my stomach decreases a small bit as I read the name.
Armin.
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My heart sinks upon reading the message.
Way to start a morning.
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