Eren:
High school sucked enough with all the social drama, but having a learning disability was definitely the icing on top of the cake. I didn't try that hard either so that didn't help anything. Due to that, my grades are all D's sometimes C's in subjects like science or gym but the problem was I couldn't afford a tutor.
You see when I was 9, my mom passed away due to a brain tumor and her medical bills sucked out the family's bank account. Once mom died, dad became a raging alcoholic and sucked out whatever was left in the bank account on alcohol.
My sister, Mikasa and I had to get jobs at a coffee shop in order to be able to feed ourselves and pay off some of the monthly bills. That being said, paying for a tutor was definitely not a priority.
It is 30 minutes after the hour of six with the weather a bit on the downside. Looks like rain all wee-
I slam down the snooze button and groggily get dressed.
Ah, Mondays.
Mikasa's already in our apartment's small kitchen pouring two bowls of cereal. I don't know how she manages to get up before 6:30 because for me, waking up at 6:30 is one of the most dificult tasks in the day.
She hands me a bowl and I pour my own milk. I scarf it down before Armin, my best friend- well the one best friend that isn't kind of related to me, gets here to walk to school. He knocks on our apartment at 7:20 exactly and I make a dash for my shoes and backpack. Mikasa already has everything she needs and is standing by the door. So now basically I'm keeping these two nerds from getting to school.
The 15 minute trek to school is made into 20 minutes due to the down pour of rain and by the time we walk into the school my converse and backpack are soaked. I shake my hair out and open my backpack hoping that I might actually get lucky and that my homework didn't get soggy beyond recognition. Someone cue the hallelujah because my homework is still partly in tact!
Armin, Mikasa and I split up. Mikasa to English, Armin to AP Bio, and me to the most dreaded class. Math.
What makes math class even worse is Jean Horseface Kirschtein.
"Yo, Jaeger!" Jean plops down into the desk next to mine. "Can I borrow your homework? Totally forgot about it and Marco over there," He swivels in his seat and points to a blushing freckled guy, "he says I can't use his because he doesn't want to get in trouble again." He looks at me expectantly.
"Well, Jean," I make sure to pronounce his name like "Gene" instead of "John" just to piss him off, "maybe I don't want to get in trouble either."
He glares at me and reaches across my desk to grab my paper.
"JEAN, WHAT THE HELL?" I yell at him and try to snatch my paper back.
"DUDE LET GO!" He pushes me back and I flip over my desk.
That's it. I bolt back up and punch him square in the face giving him a bloody nose. By then we had a crowd around us chanting for us to punches me in the stomach and I double over in pain. I try to kick him but he blocks it and upper cuts me in the eye.
Well that's going to be fun to explain to Mikasa.
We throw a few more punches before the teacher comes in the room and breaks up the fight. She sends us to the office mumbling something about this happening too much.
Let's just say today wasn't my first day in the office for fighting. So I got a three day suspension and Jean got a four day suspension. Mikasa is going to kill me.
I ended up putting in extra hours at the coffee shop after school because let's face it, I need all the money I can get and it's not like I can spend those three days in school.
It must've been pretty funny ordering drinks from some tall, skinny guy with a black eye. I ignored all the stares and questioning looks I was getting even if it was getting super annoying. The bells rang alerting me a customer. I walk out of the break room and see a very attractive, very short, very bored looking man who was dripping wet.
"What happened to your face?" And apparently he was very nosy too.
"Nothing. What can I get for you today?" I tried my best to look pleasant but his smirk was aggravating me.
"Venti black coffee, no cream." His smirk was still plastered on his face.
"That's 3.50." Who goes and just buys black coffee at a place like this? As I go about fixing his overpriced coffee, one that he could easily make at home for much less, he continues to question my black eye.
"So you get into a fight?" His once bored looking eyes now gleamed with curiosity.
I was about to snap at him to mind his own damn business when I noticed a little blonde freshman walk in. Christi? Cathy?
"Hello, Krista." He waves at the beaming blonde.
How does shorty pants over here know her? He's gotta be at least 20 something. "Once you get your coffee you can meet me at that table." He point over towards a table near the fireplace. Krista smiles and nods and he grabs his coffee and slig over bag and heads towards the table.
Weird.
She orders some sort of mocha drink, the smile never leaving her face. Seriously how does her face not hurt? But the smiling aside I was dying to know who the short guy was and why he was with her. So being me I brought it up very casually.
"So what're you doing with shorty over there?" I continued making her drink to make it seem like I didn't care as much as I did. Or at least I hope that's what it came off as.
"Oh, that's Levi! He's my math tutor." Math tutor? Levi? He doesn't seem like the 'helping kids out' type.
"Thanks!" She smiles at me as she takes the drink from me then retreats to the table near the fireplace hauling her heavy backpack with her.
The rest of my shift was spent watching Christa and Levi. When I finally got off work I noticed Levi staring at me.
Play it cool, Eren.
I rolled my eyes and him and walked outside the shop and into the rain.
Working at the coffee shop should be very interesting with Levi there.
