The Way She Looks At Me

Chapter IV: Stuck

"You can change who you are, but you cannot run from yourself."

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My mind raced as I realized that my phone was still dead in my pocket. I could feel that Mikasa was tense as well.

"I need a charger." I muttered before turning to her, but she already had her phone pulled out, "My uncle said he won't be able to make it home. He's stuck at the station." She replied, her tone as low as mine. Not acknowledging my request.

My mind was in a panic. My mother and father must be worried sick. I should have at least a dozen messages by now. "Mikasa, do you have a charger in your room? I need to get into contact with my parents." I mentioned again, to which she nodded. "Yeah, it's plugged in by my desk."

That's all she had to say before I was jogging up her stairs and into her room, impatiently plugging in her charger.

I nervously tapped my knee while my phone showed the battery symbol being charged. Im gonna be dead I thought, If her uncle, who's a police officer can't come home, I don't think I'll be able to leave I continued in my own head, zoning out until my phone showed the start up logo. I sighed nervously before it went directly to my home screen.

I waited a few seconds before about ten text messages popped up, all from my mother.

She's gonna kill me.

I took a deep breath, probably the deepest breath I could before I went to her contact and pressed call. It rang for around two seconds before the phone clicked and I heard silence for no less than a second.

I immediately got blasted. "Where the hell are you?" It was like I had my phone on speaker with the volume all the way up. It wasnt.

"I-I," I stuttered before being cut off. "I'm worried sick, you never come home when you're supposed to and you're always skipping school. Where are you this time? You better be safe because I can't come get you for a long while it seems." She basically screamed, putting huge emphasis on the word long.

"M-mom. I'm at Mikasa's house." I stated, as if she was supposed to know that, or even who she was, I never told her who that was or why I was over. So I quickly continued. "We were working on a project for Mr. Smiths class." I finished, hearing my mother take a breath.

Her voice sweetened, making me start to sweat. This only meant she didn't believe me. She did this anytime she figured I was lying. She always did the same thing after seeing my ears turn red, an occurrence that happens everytime I lie. "Put her on the phone." She stated, coldly.

I put my phone on the desk and got up quickly, running to the door just in time for Mikasa to open it and for me to crash into her. Before I could completely fall on her, I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in, hoping to keep her from hitting it.

After a moment of straddling her, and eye contact that lasted a little too long. My heart raced as we looked deep into each others near empty hearts through our eyes. After I realized what was going on, pulling my hands from the back of her head, not yet understanding that I busted my knuckles fairly bad. "H-hey." I began, helping her up. "My mom wants a word with you on the phone." I ended it, which made her narrow her eyes. "Jeez, not even a sorry." She stated, gasping afterwards at how bloody my knuckles became. "After her, we're fixing that." She pointed, almost as if she was concerned that I hurt myself.

I scoffed, "Okay, sure. Sorry." My voice was soft as I apologized, something I wasn't used to doing to people I barely knew, nobody had this effect on me.

I shook my head at that last part, it was because I was stressed about my mother. One of the only things I still cared about.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Mikasa, grabbed my hand lightly, obviously being careful not to touch my knuckles, and lead me downstairs. "She believes you now." Is all she said as she brought me into her downstairs bathroom. I felt less panicked at that statement. "Sit here." She pointed at the toilet, letting go of my hand. She grabbed bandages, peroxide, and rubbing alcohol from the cabinet below her sink, then motioned for me to bring my hands to her. A slight blush on her face appeared when she began working. Pouring the peroxide on my hands and letting it bubble up before letting cold water wash it off. She then poured the rubbing alcohol on it, she glanced at me, most likely expecting me to wince. The blush on her face grew more evident when she began wrapping my knuckles. I pushed it off as her being uncomfortable with the idea of physical contact with me. She didn't seem to be the sort who would get worked up over this. Nor would I, but here I am.

After she was finished, she gave me a small smirk, that I couldn't tell as to where it was genuine or not. "I know you kept my head from hitting the floor, so-" she began, the blush growing into a deeper red before she continued, "- thank you, Eren. Even if it was your fault."

My mind began racing heavily. It was almost as if I got a headache out of nowhere. Why?

"I'm sorry." Was all I could muster up, which made her little smirk, even bigger. "I bet that was hard for you." She whispered as she turned around and began walking out. I still couldn't figure out if it was genuine or not.

I sat back down on the toilet for a moment, attempting to catch my thoughts, but to no avail. What in the world was that supposed to mean? Just who have I gotten myself trapped with? I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my pointer finger and thumb.

This woman has sparked my CURIOSITY.

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