Okay, so here's the first fanfic I decide to let the world see. One-Shot for now, but I may continue it if I see people actually like it (Please, people... leave a review, I'm dying to write it from Levi's POV). The song mentioned is Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin.
I own nothing but the story and a few jerks.
Rated M for language
It was the last time I relied on public transport to get to high school on time, I thought. For the third time. That week. If I didn't walk faster I'd be late, and not to any class. If you were late with the bi... Witch of an English teacher you could forget attending any of her periods, with the obvious loss of the right to take the tests, how not. God, hadn't she heard of something called retirement? Two minutes left and I hadn't even walked through the high school door. I walked even faster, so focused on my thoughts I didn't see the guy walking, on a much slower pace, right ahead of me. By the time I realised, it was too late to avoid the hit. The boy didn't fall, but a pretty big black folder did slip out of his hands. "...I'm sorry..." I mumbled almost automatically as I sprang forward to grab the folder. I frowned at its weight. "Quite a heavy one..." Right in that moment, when he turned to retrieve his lost item, I realised who I had hit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I should've realised before, black clothing, obvious lack of interest in high school, his height a few -and obvious- centimetres below mine. I wanted to slap myself as hard as I could. It was Levi, Levi Ackerman. His style was... Close to punk, you could say. Some called him that, some others, emo, the least informed about fashion could even describe him as goth, but the great majority of the students in our class simply called him weirdo. As for me, I would like to call him perfect, if I didn't get blocked whenever I saw his breathtaking face, beautifully adorned by one ring on each side of his lower lip, another one on his nose and plenty of them on his ears. I studied him, trying not to look to avid. He was wearing a loose black tank top, a black shirt over it and black skinny jeans hanging low on his hips, so low I could see his perfectly toned abs if he happened to stretch. A spiky bracelet on his left wrist, several rings, black nail polish and black canvas sneakers completed the outfit. Man, he really did like black He tugged on his black) earphones and smiled softly. "My bad, I guess..." Blood rushed to my cheeks, and my breath decided to take a stroll away from my body, my voice quickly joining the exciting trip. "I should really take these off in here..." He was smiling. Levi fucking Ackerman was smiling and it was just for me. That face, that perfect face which only showed boredom, disinterest or simple hatred was now showing a dazzling smile. Somehow, I managed to find the courage to reply. "...u-uh no... No... It was me... The stupid bus was late and... And ... Well... I was running late... And... Then just literally running... And I didn't look and... Boom..." His smile grew even bigger as a low chuckle left his mouth. What a day to be alive. He held his hand out to me. Shit, I hadn't even realised I was kneeling. Trying not to shake, I held the hand he was offering me. "Scared of the teacher...? Don't worry, we still have time..." A faint nervous giggle escaped from my body. Right, English. I had almost forgotten. We reached the classroom door and stopped. He smirked. Holy fuck, that's what I call a pretty damn hot smile. "Eren..." "...y-yes...?" Great, now I stuttered. "Could you give me my hand back...?" As soon as he said it, I let go of his hand, blushing even harder. "...sorry..." I walked through the door he was holding open for me, feeling his hand lightly touch the small of my back. My head was in the clouds, but I did it to my desk before I could have time to trip or do anything stupid that could embarrass myself in front of that perfect being. He walked past me to his desk on the back of the classroom. Right then the bell rang, and with extreme punctuality, as always, the English period began.
The bell woke me up from my daydream. With a sigh I stood up and picked up my stuff right before heading to the cafeteria. Yes, somehow, we had already reached lunchtime. Today the usually eternal hours had flown as minutes, I'd even dare to say as seconds. I hated eating alone, but it seemed to be what would happen that day since my two only friends decided it would be fun to catch a pretty bad cold, with fever and all. Did I say friends? Forget that One of them is my stepsister, and the other is almost like family too. Welcome to the absolutely interesting life of Eren Jaeger, everyone. The real life was dull, so I went back to my daydreams as I filled one of the worn out plastic trays with some shitty looking food. At least the taste wasn't shitty, it was simply non-existant. Barely ten minutes after I had sat down on one of the empty tables, the farthest one I could find, there he was again. The main character of my daydreams. He put his tray on the table gently and dropped the heavy black folder right beside it, making the water shake inside our bottles. "Mind if I sit...?" The question is evidently rhetorical, but my dumbfounded brain decides to answer anyway. "...y-yes, yes... I-I mean... No..." His amused eyes meet mine as I drive my hand to my hair and push it back. "...please, say something before I embarrass myself even more..." "How come you're all by yourself...?" "Blame my immune system, I guess..." The next half hour went by fast as we talked about everything and anything at the same time. At some point of the conversation, when he reached out for his bag to save my number, I could see the perfect body he hid under his loose black shirt. In barely ten minutes the lunch break would be over. My eyes traveled to his folder. "I've always been curious, you know...?" He crooked his head to the side, not knowing what I mean. Simply adorable. "Your drawings... I've always wanted to see them..." For a few seconds, he just stared at me, as if trying to decide whether letting me see them or not. His head was crooked to the side again, his eyes intently studying mine. Finally, he pushed his folder to me slowly. "Go ahead..." I smiled brightly, like a kid on Christmas, as I opened the folder slowly. I took the large stack of sheets with care. The first one showed a pair of hands folded in prayer, one of the wrists sporting a bracelet very similar to Levi's and the other some brand new cuts. I move on to the next, a beautiful black butterfly landing on a pond. I keep looking through them, occasionally sighing in awe. I could swear they got even better with each one I saw. I went through a variety of coloured images, like a rainbow crossing the clear sky, in black and white, like the silhouette of an unknown person standing on the pouring rain and quick sketches in smaller pieces of paper. I could realise the wide range of materials he used. When I had seen about half of them, I suddenly stopped. It was me. I was staring at myself. I could see my fully coloured eyes looking straight into my soul from the page. My jaw dropped open as my hand ran over the details of the inked sketch. It showed a close up of my face, with my hand covering part of my left eye. The lyrics of a song were written to one side "...something's getting in the way, something's just about to break, I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane..." I couldn't help singing along with my all-time favourite song as I saw the chorus written beside me. I lifted my head to see his eyes studying me, with a hint of surprise reflecting on the silvery orbs. "..it's my favourite... The song..." Another of those breathtaking smiles appeared in his face. "I never thought you'd like that kind of music..." I started smiling myslef as I rolled my eyes. "I never thought you'd draw rainbows and butterflies..." His smile was now becoming playful. He opened his mouth to reply right as the bell went off. I put the drawings back in the folder slowly and handed him as I stood up. "You can keep on seeing them after school..." Once again, he held his hand out for me to take it. I grabbed his hand and stood up, remembering to take my bag almost on the move. We walked hand in hand to the next period. My mind was unable to think of anything other than the beautiful drawing of me. It had to mean something, right? Why would he have drown me if it didn't? I sat on my desk, staring blankly at some point ahead of me. Suddenly, I heard a loud thump. After shaking my head softly to go back to reality, I could see a group of brainless jocks surrounding Levi while another one forcefully took his folder and looked carelessly through his drawings. My whole body started burning with the anger. My hands were now closed on fists and my brain was clouded. I could see a hint of red all over the place. I reached my boiling point when one of said jocks held out the drawing of my face. "Check this out, guys. The weirdo is in love with a loser." They all bursted out noisily. My mouth tasted like iron and my fists closed tighter. They dropped the folder on the floor, which made some of the works scatter all over. Oh no. They didn't. They fucking didn't. Unable to hold back, I threw myself over them. "JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" I slapped one of them, making him fall to his knees. When another came to his rescue, I kicked his balls hard. As hard as I managed. So hard my foot started stinging. "I swear I'll make a brand new necklace out of the teeth of the next one that dares to approach me." Even though it was an obvious lie, it sent all of them back. I got on my knees and started picking up the beautiful drawings. Tears filled my eyes and were threatening to fall, but they disappeared as soon as Levi kneeled in front of me. "Eren...you didn't need to..." He put his hand on my shoulder. "But I wanted to..." I rested my hand on his, smiling sweetly at him. The teacher walked in the classroom. "Guys, I could hear the screams from the other side of the hall... What's going on...?" He then drove his look down to us and the drawings we were carefully piling up. Without needing further explanation, he sighed. "I see...you can keep on picking it up..." Before I could stretch out to get the last one, that laid carefully close to his feet, he got down and picked it up for me. I could see which one it was, obviously, the one of me. He looked back at us, almost sweetly, I'd say, as he handed us the picture. "You should get out to the hall and put some order in them, don't you think...?" He winked an eye at us almost imperceptibly. With a smile painted in my face I nodded and stood up, holding my hand out to Levi as he had done twice that day. Without a doubt, he held my hand. I could feel everyone's eyes on us, and I couldn't care less. We walked to the door, but, right before walking out, I stopped and looked at him. "Levi..." He squeezed my hand softly. "Yes...?" I approach him closer, a smile painted on my face. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his gently, feeling everyone's looks almost burning my skin. I let the door close behind us before I kissed him again, trapping gently his bottom lip between my teeth. "If I were Jane you'd definitely make it to my diary..."
Well, that was it. Hope you like it. :D
Ps.: If you see the summary is (way too) shitty just tell me, I've never really been good at writing them.