Very Bad Things

Chapter ~ONE~

Fucking Mondays.

Eren hated Mondays. To make things worse, his Junior semester at Trost University started today....on a fucking Monday. This was his third year—he should know his way around like the back of his hand—but, now he was totally and completely physically and mentally lost. He had no idea why he thought the first day of college would be a breeze. First, he had to meet with his Admittance Advisor to get a few classes changed. He missed his first class because of that and ended up being late to his second class, to which the Professor made an example out of him about what happens when one is late for his lecture. At the moment, none of his general study classes were in the same building, so he was dashing around campus like a chicken with his head cut off. He spent the last of his few hours and classes in the Art building thank God. When his final class for the day was over, he had to head over to the Basketball Coliseum to get his yearbook picture and Student ID picture taken. There were lines for both, to which Eren had to stand in for an hour for each.

By the time he got back to his student apartment that he shared with Mikasa and Armin, he was tired, hungry (he didn't get a chance to visit the Student Union for lunch), and frustrated. It was fucking hot outside, so he sweated all day and felt icky and funky at the moment. He was so tired that he didn't know when he had fallen asleep, stretched out spread eagle on his bed. When he awakened, it was dark outside. Glancing at his cellphone, he read the numbers:

9:37 PM.

"Oh shit!" Jumping up, he quickly rummaged through his drawer for pajama pants and a shirt. Rushing into the bathroom, he gave himself a quick, yet thorough shower and hopped out. He missed his shift at the Coffee Shop, but that wasn't going to be a problem. Ymir was lenient when it came to first day of classes so, he knew while he was going to get a good talking to when he showed up for work the next day, things would be okay. He wasn't going to get fired.

9:45 PM

He had fifteen minutes to make something to eat. A turkey sandwich and chips sounded nice at the moment. Plus, it was simple and quick. Rummaging through his fridge seemed like he had to travel to fucking Egypt to find and get the shit he needed. He haphazardly made his sandwich, cut it diagonally, and tossed some chips on the side, next to his pickle, he ran to his room and closed his bedroom door; locking it like it was Fort Knox. Sitting at his laptop, he turned it on.

9:58 PM.

Crap! He didn't have long. Once his desktop came up, he immediately clicked on the Chrome and signed into his account on Nutland TV and went straight to Strip N Chat. Clicking on The Captain, he let out a breath and a smile when he saw the picture of the beautiful specimen of a man in front of him.

"Ahhh....I made it," he sighed to himself and relaxed in his gamer chair. He took one bite into his sandwich, though the rest of it was about to be forgotten. As usual, the 'The Captain's Quarters' page was up. Fans were already blowing up his chat. Some giving him tokens and he hadn't even done anything yet!

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GrayGoose: I want it in my mouth!

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