"Eren..." Armin sighed, putting what he probably thought was a reassuring hand upon my shoulder. I shrugged him off, glaring at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked back at me sheepishly, and I suddenly felt guilt twisting in my gut.

"Armin, we've...we've been over this! I'm fine OK? You worry enough for the both of us. But...I-" I didn't feel like explaining this again. The feelings were there, on my tongue but didn't want to be said. He held up his hands like he was being held up at gunpoint, sighing heavily.

"I get it Eren. I just want to help, and I know you don't want to admit..."

"Admit what?!" I'm on my toes in an instant, looking down at big blue eyes, which have widened to the size of saucers. I would of thought it funny, except nothing was funny about the way Armin loved to talk about how he thinks I feel.

He wants me to"talk to someone"

You would think I would know my own damn feelings better then anyone else. And the way Armin made every statement about me like it was one of his studies...

"You like this because it reminds you of-"

"You feel this way because you-"

"Ever since your..." He paused, "...died. You've been..."

I dug my hands into my sides, nails digging into skin. Sometimes I needed the pain to remind me I was here, that this wasn't just some shitty dream my mind had drudged up out of the muck to drive me completely and utterly crazy. Though at this point I couldn't even be sure If I was already passed that.

Maybe speaking to someone wouldn't hurt?

I Laughed at that. Everyone at our table turns and looks my way with strange expressions. God, do I really scare people that much?

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. I sighed, pulling my jacket on. Mikasa walked over and grabbed my books off the table. "Do you have you're homework for fourth period? You're still failing. You need to get that grade up," she handed them to me, with a suspicious look. Trying to judge my reaction.

"Yes, I did it." My eyebrow twitches, giving me away.

"Good." She didn't see it. Not as perceptive today as she usually is. She must still have her mind on exams, I figured. Otherwise I would have got told off again. I look over at Armin, still gathering his things.

"See you later," I said softly, feeling a bit bad about earlier.

"Yeah."

I don't know if I deserved these guys.

I made it to chemistry just in time, the bell ringing just as I sat down. I sat in the back, closest to the door, so I could leave first. No reason to stay in here longer then I had to, especially when the class was full of preps and people I had no interest in talking to. I dropped my head down with a thud. No better time to sleep then the present.

I jumped ten feet in the air when the bell rang again.

Wiping the drool from my chin, I grabbed my stuff and was out of the room before anyone had the chance to blink.

I made it out of the hallway and ran straight into a horse.

"Where ya going, Yeager?" Jean asked, tilting his head. "In such a rush to see your little boyfriend?"

"Fuck you. Where's Marco at, by the way? This is the only time I haven't seen you without that freckled punk being up your ass. Oh wait... bad choice of words." I smiled, pushing him out of the way.

"You shut up about Marco." He glared, expression darkening.

I kept walking. "It's pretty sad y'know...you spending all that time in the closet and yet you still look like your mom dresses you." I said not even looking down at the white tee and bright lime colored skinny jeans he was wearing.

"Well," he said darkly "...at least my moms not dead," He paused eyes widening, then opened his mouth again. "Wait...I-"

I glance his way, smiling.

I'm sitting in the office, staring down at yet another slip of yellow paper. I Wipe the blood from my lip with my the back of my shirt. My heads throbbing a bit but that's the least of my worries.

Detention.

It seemed like I spent more time in the office then in class nowadays. I leaned over, looking at the time. 2 o'clock. Armin is probably wondering why I'm not in class. Well, maybe he wasn't really wondering. He knew where I was. I know he won't say anything when I meet up with him later. And He knows I'm going to get another lecture from Mikasa when I got home.

"Eren?"

I looked up at the doorway. Ms. Zoe is leaning over, smiling at me. She had claimed we would become "The best of friends" by the end of the year. Who knew becoming "friends" meant being locked in a room with this psychopath for over an hour. She walked in, carrying a yellow notepad, and shutting the door behind her, sat down at the small desk in front of me.

Leaning forward, she asked with what seemed like burning curiosity,"So how was your day?"

"Just peachy."

She laughed like I said something funny. "You remind me of someone I know."
"You've said that before."

"I know," she said with a grin, not elaborating. Scribbling something down on a notepad, she hummed to herself. After a couple awkward moments ticked by, she asked the question I've heard too many times in this room. You'd think they'd change it up once in awhile.

"So, Eren why are you in here today?"

I didn't say anything.

"...Jean?"

I just glared at the wall.

"Ahhha." Ms. Zoe looked up, eyes sparkling. "He really is your foil huh?"

"What."

"Foil character you know like-" She looked over, and seeing my confused expression decided it was pointless. "Anywaaay. This is your fifteenth time being sent to the counselors office."

"So?" I stretched. This had become a daily thing.

"Principle Smith has took notice of your actions. He says you should see someone outside of a school atmosphere."

I was confused."Like what?"

"Like a therapist."

Well, that was new.