Chapter 1

When Eren was told this wouldn't be easy he never actually understood just how right they were. The amount of papers he had to fill out were endless. To add on to the irritating amount, almost all of them required a parent/guardian signature. All had been marked out by the principle of his new high school, Mr. Michaelis, who was fully aware of the situation at hand.

It'd been three hours since Eren had sat down in the office and began scribbling out all the information for enrolling, discussing his schedule, and receiving a map of the school. Now, things were wrapping up and they were about to go on a tour of the classes.

"I am terribly sorry you are dealing with all of this at your age. Honestly, I believe they should have given you a few days to settle into your home first. Education is important, but everyone deserves a little break." The principle offered his sympathy and tried to make Eren feel a bit more comfortable in the unfamiliar environment. It didn't help one bit, but he mustered the best smile he could show.

"It's alright. Focusing on my studies is more important than giving me time to adapt to the changes. But thank you," Eren told him with a light hearted tone in his voice. Mr. Michaelis seemed slightly surprised and glanced at him for a moment with respect, but concern still creased around his eyes. With a nod, they left his office and began to walk down the lightly lit hallways.

Everything was either white or blue, and quotes were written along the walls above the lockers. As they passed each classroom door another quote would be written in a different style. The first normal, the second cursive, the third in a comic book style, and so on. Eren buried his head in his schedule for a moment to see what room number his first class was.

Room 207, Mr. Sutcliff, French 1.

Eren tried not to groan aloud from realizing they were going to make him repeat French. Apparently his last school hadn't transferred his recent transcripts yet. There was no doubt they wouldn't change his schedule now. It was too late.

Mr. Michaelis knocked on the door and immediately there was a deep feminine voice heard calling out 'One moment' through the door. Eren raised one eyebrow but when the door opened, he scrunched his eyebrows together without meaning to stare.

"Well helloooo Michaelis darling. Did you miss m- Oh hi, this is the new student we were expecting, correct?" Eren's first impression of Mr. Sutcliff: he was a tranny with long red hair and a good sense of fashion. As well as slightly creepy.

"Yes it is and he is only coming by to introduce himself for today. His full day will be tomorrow, in case you have not read my email yet," Mr. Michaelis ignored the teacher's odd greeting and giggles, which made Eren assume that this was a normal thing. He continued, "Will you be alright from here on out, Eren? I need to get back to my office for a meeting." As soon as Eren bobbed his head and thanked him, the principal sauntered away and the teacher motioned for Eren to go inside the class room.

Each step forward seemed like 10 boulders were being stacked on top of his legs. People normally didn't like to hang around Eren because of how blunt he could be; so making friends was not his forte. Immediately, he felt unwelcome. No one bothered to look up from their phones, work, and gossiping conversations to see the new kid. That is until Mr. Sutcliff told everyone to be quiet with a shit eating grin on his face. All went dead silent and everyone's eyes bored into Eren with disinterest.

"Everybody, this is Eren Jaeger. He will be joining us so let's make him feel welcome, alright?" The teacher seemed nice enough.

It was too late to try and feel welcome, however.

There were a few grumbles of "sure" and "okay" before they went back to their activities. That's when he made eye contact with a dorky looking guy and a pair of wide blue eyes. The blonde flashed Eren a shy smile before looking back down at his work.

"Well, I suppose for today I can just give you the work we're doing right now and Armin over here can get you caught up tomorrow," Mr. Sutcliff adjusted his glasses and gave a vague wave to the right side of the room. From the way his eyes snapped up, the blonde guy must be Armin, Eren concluded.

"That'd be great. But I don't think I'll need any help, sir. I'm well on my own," Eren responded and paused for a moment before continuing, "If it's alright, can I come by after I visit my other classes to pick up my work?"

The instructor nodded his head and shooed him off with a flick of his hand. "Yes yes it's fine. You need to get going to your other classes or you'll end up being here for a full day. And Bassy wouldn't be too happy if he found out I kept you in here for a full class period." Ignoring that last part, Eren ducked out of the class room when he saw a kid with brown and blonde hair wadding up a paper ball. He knew what was about to go down. Typical horse play. The door clicked shut right when the chaos began and he walked away as if nothing happened.

While quickly scanning the rest of his schedule, there was a name that popped out. It seemed to tickle Eren's memory but he couldn't quite place the name with a face.

Room 110, Mr. Smith, History... Nothing rang a bell. Instead of stressing over remembering the name, he checked out his next class and was on his way to English.

For the rest of the next hour or so, Eren met all his classmates and spoke a few words to the instructors just to be friendly. He sure wasn't a kiss up, but it was almost always a good thing to be on a teacher's good side. His last class had finally come after visiting 4 others that were full of loud obnoxious teenagers. He stared at the door for a moment and noted that the teacher must like to decorate since all the presidents and a ton of old war photos were plastered all over it. Except one spot was uncovered. He looked closer before realizing a small penis had been carved into the wood.

Eren snorted and thought amusedly to himself, 'Whoever drew it must've traced their own.'

The door flew open almost whacking him in the face. A short man looked up at him through a few black strands of hair dangling over his forehead.

"Oh. You must be the new kid," the man paused mid-stride before continuing to take another step forward, "I didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to stand behind a door. My apologies, brat."

Eren's eyes narrowed at the asshole walking away and muttered beneath lhis breath, "I'm not a brat, short shit." This time when the door flung open again, barely grazing the tips of his brown messy hair, he blurted out, "And I'm not stupid."

A very tall, well-built man stood in the doorway looking down at him quizzically. "I most certainly don't think you are," he chuckled with realization in his eyes. With a quick glance down the hallway at the short man's figure disappearing behind another hallway, the man in front of Eren waved his hand as if he was trying to rid the smell of a fart. "Don't mind him, he's just moody. He runs all of my errands for me. Oh and I'm Mr. Smith." Eren shook hands with him, almost intimidated by how his hand was twice as small as Mr. Smith's.

"I'm Eren, sir. And not to be rude, but I have to be somewhere in an hour. So would it be okay if I came in to get my work and left?" He was tired of the meet and greets.

The teacher nodded his head and lead him inside. Unlike the other classrooms, this class was dead silent and all were working on a worksheet. Some kids even had headphones in. This was most definitely going to be his favorite class.

Mr. Smith spoke up to get everyone's attention. "Hey guys, this is Eren. Make friends with him tomorrow." Eren couldn't keep himself from scanning the people in the room. The two kids from his first class were in here- Armin and the kid with the blonde and brown hair- and there was another girl, Sasha, from his third class. Everyone else was new.

They must be lower classmen, Eren thought to himself.

Within a blink of an eye, there was a tiny stack of papers held out to him. He added it on to the rest of the mountain of homework and tipped his head as thanks. He couldn't waste anymore time.

Trying not to get caught while sprinting down the halls, he hurried to his first class to pick up the work he'd left behind and booked it out of the school parking lot. Running with a stack of papers turned out to be quite a feat when it was windy and sprinkling rain drops into your eyes. Then it hit him- he hadn't had the chance to move in all of the boxes of laundry, dishes, decoratives, etc. They were going to be soaked if he left them outside... The walk to his house was only five minutes or less. He could make it there, have time to get ready, and be at the coffee shop on time. It was no use to even bother trying to carry in all of the boxes and still attempt to make it to the shop on time. He'd have to deal with that later.

That is until he got to his house and all his stuff was gone. Staring at disbelief at the yard, he slapped a hand to his face and groaned.

Eren rolled his eyes and asked no one in particular, "Can I not get a fucking break?" With a long frustrated sigh, he trudged to his front porch. As a habit, he wiggled the door knob first and it was open.

Shit.

He shoved the door open waiting for a burglar to jump out and tackle him. Instead of a robber, however, he found something even more surprising waiting for him.

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