"You're such a dumbass," Ymir barked with laughter as Connie wiggled his way out of the trash can. He was lucky it was empty as he dislodged himself and ran up the bleachers to his friends.
"Yeah? Well, at least I ain't got your ugly face," Connie growled as Sasha wrapped an arm around his shoulder, shaking the grumpiness out of him.
"Nice try! But you will never be Bertolt!" Sasha cheered to her friend.
"Nobody can be him. Look at him," Connie gestured to the track field as the devil himself came running by. His long legs were easily making him over stride other runners with ease. Bertolt overlapped another person with his jog as he continued his way, oblivious of the hoodlums.
"Now," Sasha's grin turned mischievous, "I don't care if Historia can run or not, but I love watching her go!"
Even Connie was smiling.
"She's getting better!" He remarked but Sasha's attention was glued to her tits and ass. Ymir snorted as she looked at Historia's face. Her hair was down today.
Feeling irresistible, huh?
Ymir swiped the opaque water bottle from Sasha's hand and took a large swig from it. She could taste the cranberry-pomegranate at first, but the bitter aftertaste of vodka.
"You suck at making drinks," Ymir threw it back at the girl. She took it and tasted it herself.
"It isn't bad…" she frowned, wondering what she could do to make it better.
"Y'know," Connie sat down, "I heard in the locker room that Reiner is thinking of asking Historia out."
"Bullshit," Ymir quickly responded. Sasha took a seat by Ymir and had the girl wrap an arm around her shoulder.
"No, I'm for real," Connie nodded. He began to spout off whatever it was but Ymir's eyes were on Historia.
Long time ago, she might've been able to read every facial expression and understand her. She still could. Maybe a little, but it was wasted now.
Her and Historia weren't as close as they used to be when they were children.
"Give me that," Ymir took the plastic bottle from Sasha and took a bigger gulp.
"Careful!" Connie warned. "Don't want the teachers seeing you drunk!"
"Whatever," she scoffed, "we go to class high every day. They just think we're stupid fuckers."
"Yet you still get As," Sasha cooed, making smooching sounds by her cheek and Ymir grinned, pushing her face away.
"Better than you losers!" She laughed as the group continued to roast each other. Ymir wished that was enough, though.
Her eyes were drawn to the field, watching Historia stop at the water station. She wiped her neck off with her towel. Ymir could see the sticking hair, the pink blush of her cheeks, and the way she licked her lips and teeth.
Just between them, Ymir saw Historia catch her gaze. Nobody else knew. Nobody would've ever known the way Historia's lips went to a smirk and how she let some of that water run off the side of her lips, dripping onto her sweaty shirt.
You're trying too hard to be irresistible.
Ymir took her eyes off of her and went back to railing on Connie about the time a crow outsmarted him over an ice cream.
-x-x-x-
"Don't slack off too much!" Ymir waved at Connie and Sasha as the duo ran down the sidewalk, racing each other to the mall.
What a bunch of dorks. She hoped they weren't out to cause trouble. The two were already walking on glass with most of the teachers because of their idiocy and taste for pranks.
Ymir fished out the keys in her pockets and hit the button, hearing her car unlock. It was one of the gifts her father gave her on her sixteenth. A high-class car. Probably thinking it'd make up for how much of a dead-beat he was once he left.
Ymir slipped into the driver's seat and threw her stuff in the back. She put her hand on the stick and drove to the side of the school where the tennis courts were. She waited there for a while, nervously glancing at the side-doors of the school.
She always got anxious around this time. It was stupid.
Like always, Historia came out of the building and went straight to Ymir's car and hopped in. She kept her small backpack by her feet as she whipped out her phone, plugging it into the USB, and putting on her music.
Her hair was still down and Ymir could smell her sweet perfume. Her cheeks were flushed and Ymir wondered if she should tell her she was beautiful.
She averted her gaze back onto the road and shifted into drive without a word.
And then they left. Just like that.
-x-x-x-
"Did your mom buy anymore cheese sticks?" Historia was raiding their fridge. Ymir barely heard her from her room upstairs.
"Y'know she only gets groceries on Mondays!" Ymir yelled back down, cursing under her breath when she about lost her joint from her lips. She was all settled for a relaxing night—she earned it after passing Levi's shitty pop quizzes. She had a case of pop tucked away in her mini fridge nearby and another joint rolled for later. She was booting up her Wii to beat some scrubs online, and, honestly, nothing sounded better than this. She hopped back into her bean bag chair and got comfy as she grabbed the lighter she kept in between her mattresses. In a flick, the joint was lit. She felt herself relax immediately. She puffed away at it, blissfully staring at the walls, and wondering what kind of trip she was going to get this time.
"God," Historia complained, walking into the room with pizza rolls. Fuck yeah! Pizza rolls!
"Hottttt pocket!" Ymir sang, nabbing one from the plate excitedly.
"Ten minutes home and you're already going at it." Historia muttered, watching as Ymir popped it into her mouth and gagged.
"H-Hot!" She opened her mouth as literal steam from the volcanic insides of the pizza roll fumed out. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Every time," Historia fanned the plate a bit with her hand. Her manicured nails were soft pink and white now.
"Got your nails done," Ymir mentioned as she finally gulped down the roll and picked up her controller. "They look nice-ish."
"Ish? I like pink and white!"
"I know, I know. It's been your favorite color since, forever," Ymir hit the title screen and hooked up to multiplayer and was thrown into a match.
"Why can't we play Guitar Hero, or Spyro? Ymir?" Historia exhaled loudly. "I get so bored when you play these stupid games. I want to sing!"
"Hey, I'm not your babysitter to entertain you." Ymir spoke as she picked a character, ready for the brawl. She hadn't gotten much play time with Smash Bros but she was excited to try it out. "At least watch me kills some—wow, that sounds bad. Um. Watch me play, okay?"
"High already," Historia chuckled, watching for a few minutes while listening to Ymir's small trash talking. She never did it on voice but it was still funny to hear. Sadly, it was only entertaining for a little while. It didn't take long for Historia to whine about being bored again.
"Go check your Facebook or something." Ymir suggested. "You can read a book or something. My computer is open, y'know."
"Yeah but those are boring." Historia continued, laying on Ymir's bed with the empty plate.
"I don't know what to tell you, kid," she sang back at her.
Historia shuffled closer to Ymir, who was oblivious of her moving at all. Historia's hands hung down from the bed, but they began to wander over to Ymir and her jeans. Ymir only realized Historia's intent when the blonde's arms wrapped around, rubbing up and down her thighs.
"Hey," Ymir frowned, trying to concentrate. "I'm in a game."
She could feel the blood rush down as she gently throbbed at what she knew was coming. It was stupid—no, high sex was great! What was she talking about?
"I haven't gotten much time on this game," Ymir rambled. She didn't really want to stop, though, because she knew once she fooled with Historia she'd be too tired to work on homework later. She'd pass out and probably wake up at four am and fuck up her sleep schedule. Again.
"Fuck," Ymir muttered, moving her arms out the way but never taking her eyes off the screen. "Fine. Knock yourself out. I'm going to keep playing, though."
"Good," Historia hopped off the bed and went around to sit in front of Ymir. Her blonde head obstructed a little of the screen.
"You're in the way," Ymir grumbled as she readjusted on her chair to look over Historia's head. "I don't know why you're doing this. I'm not going to do anything."
"Yeah right," Historia rolled her eyes as her hands unbuttoned Ymir's jeans and unzipped her. Historia's hands didn't touch beyond that, though. "I bet you'll stop playing here soon and do something about it."
"God, do you hear yourself?" It was a weak response as Ymir even lifted her hips, waiting for Historia to tug down her jeans, but it never came.
"What? What's wrong?" Ymir's hands were occupied in smashing the living hell out of her controller's buttons, but she spared Historia a glance. All she saw was smugness from those blue eyes.
"Expecting something?" If anyone at school was here, they'd die from learning that Historia was a shameless slut when it came to sex.
"Sh." Ymir moved a hand over to the back of Historia's head and shoving it lower so she could see better and so she'd get to work faster. "Your idea. Better follow it through—what was it your father said? Ah, right, 'A Reiss always stays true to their words!'"
There wasn't a response as Ymir shot more people until she jerked her hips in surprise, grunting lowly.
"G-Good." She huffed, tilting her head back, and almost forgetting how to play a game. Not that it really mattered right now.
-x-x-x-
Ymir was an ass through and through.
"You sound so pathetic." There were worse things to say and it was a lot better than telling Historia she sounded cute. Plus, she got off on this stuff.
"Nn," Historia was sprawled out on the ground before Ymir's bean bag chair. Historia's shirt was pushed up, bra was pulled down, and her tits were spilling hotly over the bra. Her nipples were erect and pink, reminding Ymir how nicely they felt against her tongue.
"Oh no," Ymir kept her eyes off of Historia. "Looks like you're going to get hit. At least try to dodge."
Ymir was taunting her on Smash Bros as Historia continued to roll her hips against Ymir's foot. She let Ymir wail on her relentlessly in the game as Historia's Wii remote vibrated…
"Ymir, stop," it was a breathy, begging tone. She wanted more than what Ymir was teasing her with.
"Too bad. I was always better anyways." Ymir felt herself tense up.
She thought of the boys Historia mingled around. Some girls, too. She saw how she flirted with them and they'd bashfully do it back. It was all innocent. Ymir wanted to believe it was just that.
"Ymir—"
"Tell me I'm the best." Ymir kept slamming her character around, continuing the onslaught as the Wii controller was going wild. Historia groaned as her hands shot up to her face, covering her eyes and panting.
"I'll give you what you want." They both knew she was going to get it regardless. Ymir's cock was dripping with pre-cum and she could feel the heat pulsating off of it. Her own shorts and boxers were tugged down enough so she was out in the open for Historia's convenience.
"You're the best," Historia pleaded. "Y-You're the best."
Reiner, Eren, Bertolt, Armin, Nanaba, and anyone else could royally fuck off. Ymir wished that they could see this now to only have it rubbed in their faces—Historia was hers.
"Good." Ymir finished Historia off and paused the game.
"Hn." Historia clenched when Ymir's hand went down, pulling out the Wii remote from her. Despite the condom on it, Ymir was going to have to clean it sometime, or else Connie or Sasha would get an oily surprise.
"Ymir," Historia was impatient as Ymir held out her hand and Historia took it. In an effortless tug, Historia was on her feet for only a second before Ymir picked her up.
Ymir heard the hiss of thrilled joy as she pushed Historia against her room wall. The smaller girl's hands were easily pushing her shorts and boxers all the way down.
Ymir let go of her jealousy for a moment as she struggled with Historia to get her dick in. It took a few fumbling moments and Historia shooting her a dangerous look when she accidently went elsewhere until Historia's fingers dug into Ymir's clothed back, clawing and gasping.
"Ah!" Her voice carried that sound as Ymir inserted herself. She clung to the taller girl with desperation as her hips did the rest.
"I missed this." Historia whispered hotly into Ymir's shoulder. It was barely audible and it made Ymir upset. She kept rutting into her but her mind wandered elsewhere as Historia rode with reckless abandon. Ymir would've thought as a classified nerd she'd take her wins as she got them, but she couldn't help and want more. She felt things she never wanted to admit.
To miss her, Historia would've had to have others.
Ymir didn't want to know but the question never left her alone. Even when she was balls deep in Historia Reiss, the most popular and hottest girl in high school.