I awoke to the irritating racket of my alarm. Even at eighteen, I still would never grow to love the sound. I'm Eren Jaeger by the way, and I go to Trost High: Home of the Titans.
I go about my morning routine, as my mother yelled since I was already late. Not that it's anything new. My dad is almost never home. He works for Doctors Without Borders and has to travel all the time. So it's just me and my mom here in Texas.
I run downstairs and out the door, only to have my mom stuff a piece of toast in my mouth and kiss my cheek. I rush outside to see that my sister Mikasa has already started the car. Well, I guess you should say she's my adoptive sister from Japan. She's been in our family for nine years now and I don't even remember what is was like before she came along.
As we head to school, we make a stop to pick up our best friend Armin. We wait for a few minutes until I see a shiny blonde head exit the door. The car door opens, and Armin scoots his small frame into the back seat.
"Hey guys!" he squeaks, as his bangs swooshed across his forehead. "You're extremely happy this morning," I replied sleepily. I turned to Mikasa who was smiling softly at us like we were her kids or something. Which in reality, could be true since she was considered as Mama Bear to everyone. You see, Armin and I used to get picked on a lot when we were younger, so after a certain incident Mikasa took it up to herself to defend and protect us. Obviously things have changed since then with my body filling out and such, but Mikasa would always insist to be my shield.
After what seems like forever, we finally reach school. The three of us burst out of the car in fear of being late. We reach the doors just as the bell rings and rush to our classes. Armin and I run to science class as Mikasa rushes to English.
Armin and I reach our classroom with pounding hearts and red faces. We take our seats and wait for the class to start. Now a word about Ms. Hanji, before you meet her: She's absolutely insane and somehow manages to make something in the lab explode each week. Her glasses make her tiny eyes look so enormous that most freshman here have to step back the first time they meet her. Her hyper body was always bustling around the room in search for something to occupy her short attention span. How she became a teacher? Don't know, ask one of her colleagues.
As the lesson started, my mind quickly began to wander. I glanced at the people in my class taking notes and asking questions. I turned to Armin whose eyes are wide with wonder and fascination. I will never understand his love for science. It's all boring and useless shit in my opinion. Like it's going to say in our job application: Please state the control centre in a cell. What the fuck right?
"Okay kiddos, any questions before we start?" Ms. Hanji said interrupting my thoughts. A murmur of no's filled the class as we started completing our worksheets. I was halfway through when I got distracted and started chatting with Armin. "Hey, do you think Jean is still interested in Mikasa?" I asked him. Armin turned his attention away from his work to me. "Honestly, after Marco moved here Jean doesn't really talk to anyone else. Weird, huh?" he answered. I looked at the front of the class where Jean sat with the freckled, wheelchair-bound Marco Bodt. The two had been inseparable after Marco moved here last year. "Do you think Jean likes him?" I whispered. Armin looked at me with a smirk on his face and said, "Are you insinuating that he's gay?" I looked back at the two boys then back at Armin. "If you really want to know, yes. But that pisses me off cause' now we have something in common," I growled. Jean and I have always had this kind of rivalry since sixth grade. I don't know what he has against me, but we argue a lot.
The bell rang signaling the end of first period. Armin chuckled and gathered his books. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "Well, it's just that our conversation reminds me how madly in love you are with Mr. Rivaille," he said as we walked out of the classroom. I shoved Armin playfully and told him to shut up.
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It seemed like forever until I reached my favourite class of the day: Physical Education. I have taken this class seriously ever since kindergarten, and what makes this class even better is my spanking hot teacher Mr. Levi Rivaille. That man is sex. I cannot get enough of how he walks, talks, and blows his whistle. It makes me wish he would blow my "whistle." I can't count the number of times I got horny by just thinking about him. Call me a stalker all you want, but if you saw him, you'd want him too.
I looked around the gym as people were chatting with their friends. I noticed Ymir and Christa on one of the benches cuddling. Oh how hard I have wished to be so open like that. Armin and Mikasa are the only two that know about my closeted homosexuality. My dad would have a fit if he knew about it and probably disown me like the loyal-ass father that he is. My mom doesn't know either, not like she'll care though.
While I sat and wallowed in envy, Mikasa and her friend Annie sat next to me on the gym floor. We started chatting about the basketball game that happened yesterday in our school. I was starting to get really passionate about what I was saying, until Mr. Rivaille walked out and gathered the class. I lost all my focus because all of it was now dedicated to raping my teacher with my eyes.
He was short and young looking for his age of thirty. His narrowed and sharp features created his handsome face. Don't even get me started on his body. His gorgeous biceps flexed as he folded his arms. The tight tank that he was wearing left nothing to the imagination (to mine at least) and hinted he had a six-pack hiding under there. His slender back dipped into the curve of his tight and perfect ass just begging to be slapped. I wanted nothing more than to rip off all his clothes and have him deflower me. His bare ring finger gave me more hopes of that ever happening.
"Alright brats! Today we're starting a unit on wrestling. Pick a partner and we'll get started," Mr. Rivaille said loudly. There was sound of people shuffling around running to be with their friends. Reiner quickly snagged Annie as Bert ran off with Mikasa. Everybody was partnered up except me and Jean. Great, now I have to deal with this asshole for an hour.
Mr. Rivaille went on to explain and demonstrate the different types of maneuvers and holds in wrestling as we practiced along with him. After a while Mr. Rivaille came along to observe everyone's progress. Jean and I were about to start practicing a hold when Mr. Rivaille went up behind me to correct my stance. I almost fainted when I felt him touching me as he adjusted my body to the appropriate position. My heart was pounding like a drum after he left to check on others. I silently prayed I wasn't blushing.
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So now here I am sitting in my bed finishing up my homework. I go downstairs to find my mom preparing dinner. "Hey mom, do you need any help?" I asked her while pecking her cheek. She smiled up at me and said, "No sweetie, I'm almost done." I looked down at my wonderful mother and wondered how I would ever live without her. She and I grew extremely close since my dad was never at home. We only had each other and Mikasa.
I find Mikasa on the couch munching on some chips while flipping channels. "Want some?" she said while holding the bowl to me. "No thanks, I was thinking of dropping by the gym anyway." She stuffed her cheeks and said with her mouth full, "Suit yourself." I laughed softly then grabbed my gym bag and headed out.
After a few minutes, I arrived at the pubic gym. I set down my bag next to the treadmill and was about to step on when I noticed someone. Mr. Rivaille hitting a punching bag. Sweating. Sexy. And fucking shirtless. Beads of sweat dripped down his toned stomach as he panted. I almost fucking came in my pants.
I guess I was staring too long, because sooner or later he noticed me. "Hey Eren, what brings you here?" he asked with a husky voice. At that moment my stupid vocal cords decided to stop working. Mr. Rivaille saw me stuttering and let loose a deep chuckle. "You're staring," he said in a low voice. Oh fuck. My heart was about to beat out of my chest out of panic. I started to blush loudly and averted my eyes from his perfectly sculpted body. "Ah, I think if you turn any redder you'll overheat," he told me while putting a hand to my forehead. He stared directly into my eyes. "You're pupils are quite dilated," he stated. My vocal cords finally came back from their vacation and responded. "So?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows and replied, "Well, you're pupils are huge, you're red, and you can't stop looking at me." Confused I urged him to go on. He shook his head like I was a complete idiot then asked, "Eren, are you horny?"