Who's He?

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Just a little summary for the people who may not know, a Greaser is a lower class person from the 50s and that didn't have a lot of money. A Social, also known as soc, is a higher class person that was considered rich. They don't get along at all.
Enjoy!

Mikasa's Pov:

"Come back!"

"No, I'm sorry I can't!"

"W-what, why? I don't even know you're name. Please come back!"

This is the same movie they showed last weekend. I thought to myself as I sat holding a bag of popcorn.

I come to the movies every Friday night and it just so happens that they are playing the same movie that played last week and the weekend before that. I didn't mind it though only because I don't have anything else todo.

I sighed in the defeat of trying to get myself interested in the movie and got up to buy a Pepsi. There weren't many people so I just walked without trouble, or at least I thought until I was tripped and fell flat on my face. Some people laughed and some just stared.

I slowly got up and groaned at the slight headache I now had. I brushed myself off and turned to see who had made me look like a fool and was gonna die.

The only thing is, is that when I turned around I saw a tall soc standing right in front of me. So I knew that beating him up was off-limits.

"Hey sweetheart you scuffed up my shoe when you fell over it," he bent down closer to my face, "why don't you fix that."

It didn't faze me though because it happened every day. "In your dreams," I replied while turning around to leave the scene, but before I could he grabbed me by my jacket and got a little too close for my liking.

I kept a straight and emotionless face on while he screamed in my face like a 5-year-old.

"Are you done yet?" I asked with a bored tone.

I guess he got pretty pissed when I said that because he wrapped his hand in a fist and punched me right in the face. I fell to the ground and put my hand where he had hit me. There was blood on my palm and that sent me.

I looked at him and was about to hit him when two arms grabbed me from behind to stop me.

"Mikasa stop!" The voice yelled.

I looked behind me to find my brother Eren giving me a warning look. I knew he was right so I relaxed giving him the signal to let go.

I looked at the boy and someone was holding him back. It was a raven-haired boy, I was assuming that he was a soc's because of the way he was dressed and the gold ring on his pointer finger.

"Hey, hey calm down Pete, she's not worth it." He said to the boy, who I now know is Pete.

Even had handed me his handkerchief so I could make the bleeding stop, but it wouldn't and it just made an even bigger mess. I turned around to face him and I saw our gang. They all looked at me worried, but I gave them an "I'm ok" look.

Pete had left already and the raven boy was still there making sure he didn't come back.

Eventually, he walked up to me and said, "Are you ok?"

Is this dude really asking if I'm ok, like do I look like I'm ok?

"Yeah, the bleeding is just making a mess though," I said looking at him with a boring look.

"Hm, you should get that checked out." He said while turning and walking away.

I don't know why, but I wanted to punch him hard in the face, but I knew I would get in trouble so I just turned to face my friends.

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