"YMIR! GIVE IT BACK!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Krista flinched as the brunette whizzed past her and up the bleachers. A blond built teen chased after the girl looking angry. He reached the tall girl but the brunette ended up racing back down the bleachers, quickly and skillfully. The blond male puffed his face in anger and he ran after his friend in loud stomps.
Ymir, the brunette, hollered towards her lifelong friend in a teasing way, "You gotta catch me first, big head!"
Krista scooted away from the steps to avoid a fierce brush from Reiner as he trudged his way back down the bleachers. Krista's friend Bertholdt moved over for her to get more room.
The tiny blond leaned in the say to her best friend, "Are you really sure she likes me?" Krista's blue eyes looked at Ymir as the brunette seemed not to paying any attention to her. Her really tall friend had told her just yesterday that Ymir, one of the most popular kids in school had been crushing on her. Krista on the other hand didn't feel the same way. Why? Because Krista viewed Ymir as a jerk and an idiot. Just like all the other popular kids. Well...expect for Annie. That scary blond actually did get her work done.
"That's what I was told," Bertholdt shrugged and looked over at Reiner and Ymir. The built teen had reached the brunette once again and tried to swipe his phone out from her hand. She moved her hand swiftfully and shot back up the bleachers again.
"Ymir!" Reiner screeched, looking now rather pissed off. "I swear to god!"
Ymir smirked at her friend and looked down at his phone calling out back to him, "You shouldn't swear to god, religious boy!" As the tan teen's fingers worked on the phone, her eyes suddenly widened and her smirk grew wider.
Reiner's eyebrows knitted together and then his face turned pale in realization. He shouted out in warning, with his fist balled up, "Ymir, don't you dare!"
There was a devilish look suddenly in her gold eyes and she said to Reiner, knowing that she had a crowd's attention, "Do what? Read your love message out loud?"
Everyone who sat on the bleachers for the football field eyed Ymir and Reiner curiously. Their eyes seeming hungry for information like that. That was always the thing with High School. Gossip was the main priority. A voice a little ways from Krista and Bertholdt spoke up, "Read it! Read it! Read it!"
The voice was joined in by a chorus of voices and everyone but Reiner, Krista and Bertholdt were begging Ymir to spill the beans.
Ymir smiled and rose her hands for everyone to pipe down. The sound died down and every student who was waiting for the game to start (which was still an hour away), watched Ymir with a greedy look.
"Alright," The freckled brunette cleared her throat and rose the phone up to her line of vision. "Hey Historia! This is me Reiner." Krista felt herself flush as she was called by her first name and all attention was suddenly on her. The eyes seemed to burn into her and she had to scoot herself closer to Bertholdt for comfort. "I know we haven't talked that much but I remember the time in Math a few weeks ago, when I asked for help on a question. You're beautiful blue pools and your smile sent my heart racing. I just wanted to as-!" Before Ymir knew it, Reiner had reached her and swiped his phone from the palms of her hands.
His face was red with embarrassment. Krista met his eyes and she felt a sharp pain of guilt. His eyes glistened with hurt. He trudged back down the steps and stormed away towards the boy's restroom.
The small blond turned to see everyone's eyes on her. Ymir was still smirking and she made her way down the steps.
Krista felt sudden compassion for Reiner even if she knew she didn't share the same feelings for him. There was a bubble of anger in her as she realized Ymir, Reiner's best friend, had just did that to him.
The blue-eyed girl swerved around and grabbed Ymir's wrist. She watched as the brunette's eyes widened as she was stopped from her walk down the bleachers.
Krista stood up, even if Ymir was still about a foot and a half taller than her. She glared at Ymir with hatred and spoke with a quiver in her voice, "What is wrong with you?! That was the most jerk move I ever seen! Who does that to their best friend?!"
"What?" The brunette growled and wiggled her wrist from the blond's grip. "It's fine. He'll get over it, sweetheart." Krista clenched her teeth at that comment. "Reiner's a tough guy."
"That doesn't mean he does not have feelings!" Krista shot back with fury. "You are such a jerk, Ymir Fritz!"
The tall girl's cold gaze faltered for a moment and Krista swore she saw for once a feeling of hurt on her facial expressions. The freckled girl quickly gained back her composure. Ymir snapped, "Why are you so concerned? You're not even his friend." The brunette glared at the blond but Krista met her hard gaze with one of her own.
Ymir turned her back and walked off towards the parking lot.
There was a cold silence for a few moments and then the air erupted in mutters of disbelief.
Krista felt a hand on her shoulder and she glanced up to meet Bertholdt's concerned face. Krista nodded in reassurance, "I'm fine, Bert. I'm just declaring I will never share the same feelings for that jerk."
…
The air was cold and Krista had to put her hands in her pockets to keep them warm. There was early signs of snow and the blond was glad for that. Winter was always her favorite time of the year since a lot more of people were joyful. Most likely because of the holidays.
Bertholdt was beside her and on the other side was Mikasa. The black-haired girl had chose to walk home with them because her roomate Eren was sick and her friend Armin had left earlier today, during school. It was rare to have Mikasa's presence and Krista enjoyed it when it happened. She loved to see Mikasa out of her comfort zone and for once interacting with people other than her brother and life-long friend.
"So are you going to the Winter dance this year?" Krista asked Mikasa as they walked down the street and into the small town they lived in.
Mikasa brought up her hand and tugged her red scarf down to speak, "Depends."
"Well, me and Bert are going and we wanted to invite you and the others to come with us." Krista told her as they past by a few local shops. She smiled at Mikasa as the girl's eyebrows furrowed a little in thought. Suddenly Bertholdt stopped in front of the town's famous coffee shop. Krista turned to stare at him. The windows were clear and with fancy red print was the shop's name: Levi's and Hanji's Coffee Shop.
Bertholdt moved his head to look at the two teens and said softly, "Hey, do you guys wanna stop here for a bit? I'll pay for your drinks."
Both Mikasa and Krista nodded in unison. Both of them thinking it would do good for a nice warm cup of coffee during this winter weather. The three friends went in with Bertholdt being a gentleman by holding the door open for them. Krista's senses were met with warm air and the smell of coffee. Music was playing calmly throughout the shop and the people who sat at tables nodded in greeting at the three teens.
As they made their way to the counter, a person caught Krista's eye and she nudged Bertholdt in reaction. Her head gestured to the far corner of the shop and she could here the black haired boy inhale sharply.
There, sitting in the corner, was Annie Leonhart. She was bobbing her head to music that was playing from her headphones and was tapping away on a laptop. Annie had been Bertholdt's crush since freshman year and still those two hadn't interacted much for the past two years.
"Hey, maybe you should ask her out for the Winter dance." The blond suggested to her tall friend as his cheeks were slightly red as he gazed at the greyish blue eyed teen.
Bertholdt looked at Krista as if she was crazy and stuttered, "A-are you ins-insane? There is n-no way Annie would go with an i-idiot like me." He hung his head in shame and walked a little forward as the line continued to move forward.
"Awww," Krista frowned in sympathy. "Bert, don't be like that. Sure, she would! You are smart and a great gentleman! A girl would die for a boyfriend like you!"
"Y-you really think so?" Bertholdt mumbled taking a peek back towards Annie.
Krista smiled as she saw her best friend's features lighten a little. She nodded eagerly, "I know so! I really believe you are the perfect boyfriend material. Right, Mikasa?"
The two turned to look at the girl with the red scarf. She looked back with emotionless grey eyes and nodded ever so slightly. She tugged the cloth down and muttered, "It's worth the shot."
Krista looked back at Bertholdt and grinned, "See? Come on Bert, let's see you do it!"
"Oh...alright." The tall teen said softly but then added, "I'll do it after we o-order our coffee."
And that's what they did. Bertholdt greeted the cashier, the three told her their orders and then they took a seat at the center of the shop.
"Ok...here we go." Berthold exhaled and got up from his seat. Krista gave him a thumbs up in encouragement and Mikasa a nod in approval. He took a few steps forward.
BOOM!
Smoke trailed from the kitchen and into the seating area. The fire alarms failed to react and the customers were left confused and slightly panicked. Krista's eyes widened as she watched a familiar face run from the kitchen and to the counter coughing.
A short man ran out from the restrooms and rushed up to his wheezing employee. "What the hell did you do this time, Ymir?! " The man yelled as the brunette regained her breath.
Ymir pointed at herself then at the kitchen and she gasped, "Don't blame me on this, you midget! It was your goddamn fiancée who did it!"
The short man, Levi, untied his apron and commanded to Ymir and the cashier, "You two deal with the customers." Then he sped to to the kitchen.
Smash!
The noise was followed with hollering and hissing.
Ymir turned to the people in the cafe, sweat running off her brow. She announced a little rudely, "Alright, creatures-" She paused when her eyes landed on Krista. Something then shadowed her features. "Umm...ugh." She coughed and rubbed the back of her neck. Her cheeks flushed, "Uuuugh...you customers come back tomorrow. We all owe you free drinks. Expect the ones who already got their drinks."
Krista stumbled for a moment as people quickly rushed out and she felt Mikasa swiftfully help her gain her balance back. The blond nodded her thanks and casted a look at Bertholdt. The tall boy was scanning the area.
His eyebrows raised as he spotted what he was looking for and he quickly departed from the group. Krista's gaze followed Bertholdt as she wondered where he went then felt a soft flutter in her heart. Aww...Bert She thought for her best friend as he went towards Annie and helped her with her stuff.
She couldn't make out the words they were sharing but next thing she knew, Bertholdt's face was redder than a strawberry and Annie nodded curtly. He smiled warmly and for the first time Krista saw Annie form a small smile. They both gathered her stuff and headed towards the door.
Krista wanted to shout out in joy and tell Mikasa about it but then she felt a tap on her shoulder. The short blond turned around and almost felt her heart in her throat. At the edge of her vision, she watched Mikasa slip away.
Ymir. She thought bitterly and she grunted.
The brunette's features darkened as she must of heard the noise then rubbed the back of her neck again. She mumbled, "Umm...hey Historia."
"What do you want?" Krista asked sourly and for a second she even surprised herself. She had never talked to someone in such a crude manner. Never ever. But Ymir was different. There was a part of Krista just for Ymir. She centered all her anger on her. She hated the freckled brunette. She despised her. Ymir was the biggest asshole you could ever meet.
"Ummm.." Ymir looked a little taken back by Krista's tone. Good. "I'm doing this as a favor for Reiner-"
Krista cut her off, "What is it? Are you planning to embarrass him again? Oh goodie! What a great friend you are."
"Huh?" Ymir's eyes widened and then her eyebrows furrowed. Her mouth slanted to a scowl and she growled, "What the fuck?! You're still mad about that damn fiasco a month ago? Christ, Historia. You're such an exaggerator."
"Excuse me? I have every right to be mad at yo-"
Ymir passed through her sentence, making the blond clench her fist. The brunette snapped, "Why are you so worked up over that?! He isn't even your friend!"
Krista glared at her and replied sharply, "And? No one should ever treat someone like that! How would you like it if someone announced your crush in front of a whole crowd!"
"You don't even know who or even if I do have a crush."
"You wanna bet?"
"Yeah. I dare you." Ymir crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the blond with burning anger and with a mix of something else in her eyes.
Krista wished she could just burn a hole through the brunette right now. She was shaking with anger and she managed to spit out through clenched teeth, "Your crush is m-..." She paused for a moment and stared at Ymir with a more fierce passion of hatred. "You know what? I'm not going to. I refuse to stoop down to your level."
Ymir chuckled crudely, "You're not even close to my level, short-stuff. And you never will be."
"Good." Krista replied curtly.
Ymir smirked and bent her back down a little to gain eye level with the short blond. She shook her head, "I don't know what your problem is but I prefer for you to stay out of my business." The freckled teen stood back up straight and prepared to walk away but then she turned her head back. "Oh, by the way. Reiner wanted to ask you to the Winter dance. When you make up your mind, meet him in the left wing during lunch tomorrow." Ymir then finally strided away after finishing her statement with a frown. Something that Krista failed to notice.
As the blond watched the brunette walk away, she let out a wistful sigh and took quick strides towards where Mikasa was waiting. The girl with the red scarf stared intently at Krista and the teen was suddenly confused.
"What's the matter?" Krista asked the black haired teen as they left the cafe. Krista had to take a guess that Bertholdt must of left with Annie somewhere but didn't really care. She was proud of him and he deserve the time alone with the intimidating blond.
"What's with you and Ymir?" Mikasa asked, cocking an eyebrow a little.
"Ummm…? We hate each other, that's what." Krista answered as if it was simple. She totally forgot Mikasa wasn't there when those events unfolded a month ago but the blond thought the girl was smarter than that. Couldn't she tell by the loathful glances she sent Ymir's way whenever the popular brunette passed their way?
Mikasa muffled around her scarf, "Not what I picked up."
"What do you mean?" Krista was now perplexed by Mikasa's statement. She needed an explanation.
"Okay...you know how I am when I'm around other girls who are hitting on Eren, right?"
The blond nodded, knowing very well. There seemed to be a dark aura radiating from her when that ever happened. It was extremely frightening if you personally didn't know the teen.
"Well," Mikasa rolled her eyes in a non-characteristic way. Her cheeks shaded in a dim pink and that made Krista slightly amused and shocked. "I've been studying...psychology lately and...that doesn't seem to be what's going on between you two."
"What?!" Krista exclaimed. Not knowing if she was surprised that her friend was studying psychology or if she was disgusted that Mikasa would say such a thing. "What are you meaning?"
Mikasa shoved her hands in her pockets and explained in a muffle, "There seems to be something else..some tension in the air mixed in with tons of emotions, I have set to make out. There wasn't only anger in that argument."
"Mikasa, you're crazy." Krista stated, not wanting to hear anymore of those horribly fiction like words. "You must be hanging around Sasha and Connie for too long. There is nothing between me and Ymir. NOTHING."
The black haired girl shrugged and seemed to shrink a little in her scarf but Krista missed it due to that fact that she was too busy thinking furiously in her head. "I'm just saying," Mikasa mumbled and they walked the rest of the way home with Mikasa softly humming and Krista freaking out in her head about how dumb Mikasa was for suggesting such a disgusting thing.
…
There was a light rapid knock at the door that made Krista look up from her book. She took off her glasses and set both her book and eyewear onto her nightstand. She called, "You can come in!"
Her door opened slowly and the blond watched her sister, Frieda, peer in then prance into her room.
Frieda looked sort of like Krista but instead of blond hair, the young women had beautiful striking black hair. She was the prettiest out of the family and Krista sometimes envied her because of that but the teen did love her dearly.
She was the 2nd oldest out of the 6 children of Rod Reiss and the most mature. She was also trusted more than her oldest brother, Urklyn and was actually next in line to take the family's business instead of Urklyn. Krista could tell that her oldest male sibling held a grudge against Frieda because of that. The blond couldn't blame him. Frieda was the smartest also in the family. No one could beat her even if Urklyn and Krista worked their butts off day and night studying days on end.
"Sup His' sis!" Frieda grinned childishly and sat at the edge of Krista's bed. "What's up?"
"Nothing much." Krista replied, sitting straight up. "Is there something you need?"
Frieda chuckled, "Ahh, Historia you know me so well. That's why you're my favorite out of the others!"
"You too, Frieda." Krista smiled and leaned forward to hug her affectionately. Frieda gladly accepted and they hugged for a few seconds. When Krista pulled back she spoke, "So what is it?"
"Yes, now let's see," She circled her finger in a strand of her raven colored hair, thoughtfully. The woman then lit up as she grasped her thoughts. "I need you to come with me to the grocery store, so we can go get some baking supplies."
Krista knew that when Frieda baked that it meant family was coming over soon. She hadn't heard of this news and inquired, "Who's coming by?"
"Grandma and Uncle Uri," Frieda replied and stood up. "Well come on let's get going!" She splayed out a hand and Krista took it, lifting herself up.
It's 10:03 p.m y the time they leave the house when Krista had finished sliding on some suitable public clothes and then 10:14 p.m when they walked into the store.
Frieda grabbed a shopping cart and her and Krista headed towards the cake mix section. As they walked Frieda started to talk, "So Historia….who's your date to that Winter dance of your school of yours?"
"Ummm," Krista pondered for a moment on what had happened when she met Reiner during lunch. She felt her lips tug a little into a smile. The image of the muscular blond blushing was now fresh in her head. He was cute but…. "I'm taking this guy named Reiner."
Frieda slowed down as they turned down the baking mix aisle. She chewed the side of her lip thoughtfully. "Does his last name happen to be Braun?" She asked as her eyes scanned each brand and box.
"Yes, how did you know?" Krista replied in a surprised tone.
"Oh, Historia! Can you go get some canned peaches? I need them to make Peach Cobbler." Frieda bent down to look at the neatly lined boxes of cake mix. "You know how Uncle Uri loves Peach Cobbler."
Krista's eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, "Frieda you just ignored my question."
"Hmmm?" Her sister asked as she grabbed a box and examined the back of it.
"Nevermind." Krista huffed, slightly annoyed. She was use to it. Frieda loved to play dumb when she didn't want to answer a question. The short blond headed off and towards the canned foods aisle.
When the teenager reached the area and searched for the certain brand she knew Uncle Uri just adored, she couldn't find it. She snorted, not wanting to ask for help but knew she had no choice.
Her eyes scanned the area and spotted a young looking man mopping the floors. She walked towards him and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me, sir?" Krista said with a polite tone and a perfectly fake smile when the man looked up. "Do you know where Pieck's Peaches are?"
"Oh..it..i-it's where th-the fr-fresh fruits a-are," The man's face turned red as Krista's smile turned wider. It wasn't because Krista was being kind. It was because the blond always found it amusing when random strangers fell under her charm.
"Thank you!" She said in a fake cheery voice. The man seemed to just faint on the spot. A smirk formed on her face as she turned away.
She paced towards the fruit aisle and felt her heart accelerate in anger as she spotted a familiar person stacking the cans she was going to purchase. Her teeth clenched together in hatred.
"Ymir, can you move?" Krista growled in a forced polite tone. This action was a difference compared to strangers. She knew the brunette. She knew this girl was a jerk and had a cold heart.
The mentioned teen swerved around and her eyes widened at the sight of the short blond. A dark expression shadowed her face for a moment but recovered quicker than a second. Ymir's eyes quickly narrowed and her mouth turned into a frown. "Well look what who we have here," Her brown eyes were cold and Ymir didn't look pleased. "Didn't expect a rich like you to do late night shopping. Actually a matter-of-fact I didn't expect you to grocery shop. Thought you would get your butlers to do it or something."
Krista's expression was coated in displeasure and her fist clenched at her sides. She spoke, trying to keep her voice calm. "Are you done yet? Because I would like to get something if you don't mind."
"Oh not at all, princess." Ymir mocked and slid to the side for the girl.
Krista could feel the brunette's eyes on her as she reached forward and grabbed a two cans. Her gaze seemed to burn and it actually, for once, made Krista uncomfortable. She stood up and faced Ymir with a small forced smile.
"Thank you."
"No problem." Ymir grunted and proceeded to get to work.
Krista bounded off, sending a glare towards the brunette's way. She held the cans tightly in her hands and thought to herself. It's amazing to see with Ymir an actual job. Didn't think she was worthy of such a thing. She's an idiot. Krista felt a smirk curve on her face. A night shift, hah! No wonder she's failing some of her classes! But as she felt satisfied knowing this a thought crossed her mind, dismissing that feeling away. Wasn't Ymir working at Levi's and Hanji's Coffee Shop two days ago?
…
Sasha engulfed Krista's sandwich in two enormous bites and licked her lips. The blond didn't feel hungry and left her food for the gourmand. Her mind kept drifting to a few nights ago, when she had seen Ymir. Does Ymir really have two jobs? And here I am, not even working. Krista could admit she was not taking pity on the hated brunette but rather on herself. She didn't have to work for a single thing to get what she wanted. The blond's family was a whole ton of wealthy and her only thing she had to do was not leave a bad impression on the Reiss family.
And yet, why was Krista actually thinking back to the look on Ymir's face when they talked to each other in a crude way a just a few days ago. The way it had darkened for a moment. In fact the same thing happened at the coffee shop. What was going on with her?
"Krista!" Eren's voice cut through her thoughts and she jolted. His green eyes met her blue ones and a sheet of concern coated them. "Are you okay?"
Krista shook the last of her zoning out faze away and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine." The short blond reassured but eared a suspicious gaze from the trio of Armin, Eren and Mikasa. Sasha on the other hand seemed not to care as she munched on a cookie. "Did you ask something?"
"Yeah," Eren replied. "I was asking if Reiner was coming to sit with us again today?"
"Yes, he is." Krista answered and drew up her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Was she just literally thinking of Ymir? She was so deep in thought about the freckled teen that she hadn't even heard her friend. Put yourself together! Krista warned herself. Ymir isn't important to you.
Armin sighed, "You know, I kinda miss Bertholdt." The blond boy looked at the short teen and then quickly corrected himself. "I mean...Reiner isn't bad or anything, it's just I'm not use to so many people coming to our table just to talk to Reiner."
"He's popular," Sasha gulped down the last of her food. "What'd yah expect?"
"But it's sort of loud. I'm not quite adjusted to his friend's boisterous voices," Armin responded and took a sip from his milk. "All Bertholdt's been doing lately is hanging around Annie. I mean, look!" He motioned to a few tables ahead where Bertholdt and Annie were sitting together, along with a quite few popular kids. "He's having a good time with those favored kids!" Krista watched as the tall boy laughed in a joyful way with Jean Kirstein, the bad boy of the school. She felt her stomach tighten in slight jealousy. Why was Bertholdt choosing them over his own friends? He could have just brought Annie to sit with them.
The short girl turned to her friends and defended for her best friend, "He just wants to build his relationship with Annie! Give him a break." Yeah, Krista shared some of the same opinions with her friends but she just had to stick up for her best friend. They were right though. Krista and Bertholdt barely talked anymore and when they were texting it was mostly just about how well Bertholdt was doing with Annie.
"More like he needs a break from Annie," Eren muttered, his green eyes moving to look at Bertholdt and the stone cold blond. "He's like her lapdog."
Mikasa's eyes were glued on Eren's expression as the boy stared at the group of favored teens. His expression seemed slightly jealous and longing. The asain's eyes narrowed.
Krista bit her lip and sighed, "I have to admit….you guys are kinda right."
"Eren we need to document this!" Sasha suddenly exclaimed, startling the whole group. She wiped away soda from her lips.
"Document what?"
"Krista actually said somethin' bad 'bout Bertholdt!"
"No, I didn't!" The blue eyed blond quickly defended herself.
"It was an indirect insult!" Sasha argued and dug into Armin's backpack as the blond boy shouted at her in reply. She grabbed a notebook and took out a pen, then scribbled some text at the last page of the notebook. "There!"
Eren swiped the notepad away from the brunette and scanned the messy handwriting. "Krista's indirect insult on her best buddy Bert. Her very first of the many to come. Thx Annie! 12/12/17" The dark brown haired boy read out loud. Krista pouted in response.
Biting back an insult to her friends, she caught sight of Reiner heading towards them. The muscled teen was grinning and nodding greetings to the students who called his name. He was tossing an apple between his large hands and he stopped by Krista's table with a friendly smile.
"Hi Historia," He said and placed himself next to her.
Krista returned his smile and told him, "You can call me Krista. You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
Reiner took a bite out of his apple and swallowed. "Sorry," He apologized as he stared at her. Krista felt his hazel eyes dive into her blue ones. She swallowed at the intensity in his eyes. Did they always look that way? "I'm still trying to get use to it. I'm just so adjusted to calling you Historia."
"It's fine," Krista comforted and caught Mikasa's gaze. The black haired girl was staring at her with a dim smirk and a perked eyebrow.
Lunch time passes by slowly as Reiner couldn't make it through a sentence before one of his friends came up and asked him or brought up something. The blond teen though would give them his charming smiles and indulge in their comments. As if he was more interested in his friends' words instead of Krista and the others. The short blond even caught Armin glaring a couple of times at Reiner since the boy would get cut off in the middle of a conversation.
7th and 8th period came and went. Krista sighed as the bell rang and made her way to the front doors to meet up with Reiner. I'm fine being in a relationship with Reiner. He's cute but sometimes his friends are so aggravating. She thought to herself as she waited patiently for her boyfriend to arrive. Boyfriend. It seemed weird. At some points it felt like they weren't actually together.
"Reiner! Come here you big ass jerk!" A figure whizzed past her and stopped in front of the larger teen. It was Jean Kirstein. Why was he mad? Isn't he Reiner's friend? Just at lunch the popular teen with the undercut hairstyle was smiling and laughing with him.
Jean's face was red in anger and his eyes seemed to say he wanted to kill the blond. Reiner looked down at him, dumbfounded.
"What's up, Jean?" He asked in a confused manner. The people who flocked him were chuckling.
"You know what's up!" Jean barked, his finger poking the blond's chest. Reiner flinched at the contact.
Reiner furrowed his eyebrows and smiled awkwardly. "Umm..no I don't?" His face showed a tint of impatience. Something Krista hadn't seen before on his expression. His followers behind him started to laugh a little louder. The popular male turned to them and inquired, "What's so funny?"
"Hey attention over here meathead!" Jean shouted, gaining more attention from the students in the hall.
"Jean," Reiner began but was cut off from his peer.
The light-brown haired boy seemed to grow even more angry. "Don't play dumb, Braun! You've been screwing around with my girl!"
"What?" Reiner's eyes widened. "No I haven't." His expression was a mixture of shock and annoyance. "Why would you think that? I'm your friend!"
Before anyone knew it, a quick movement flashed and there was stunned silence.
Reiner looked down at the impact of Jean's fist. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly parted. After a few heart stopping moments, Reiner straightened his head, his neck popping, and his gaze was like daggers. Jean's smug smirk dropped as Reiner took a step forward, towering over him.
Quick as lightning, Reiner snatched up Jean by the collar of his shirt. His knuckles popped on his free hand.
"What the fuck, how dare you," The intimidating teen's voice was dripping with malice.
The fire in Jean's eyes died. "Y-you wouldn't h-hurt me," The boy stuttered, a drop of sweat running down his long face.
"Wanna bet Horseface?" Reiner snarled.
Krista rushed forward, ready to stop the two boys before damage was done but she skidded to a halt as a familiar brunette rushed forward and placed a hand on Reiner's shoulder.
"Reiner," Her tone was calm, her voice clear and her facial features resigned. "Put him down."
The blond's bulky tense shoulders relaxed and Reiner's face turned into slight regret. He slowly place Jean down. Pushing the boy back as she let go of his collar. Jean exhaled in relief as he regained his balance.
"I knew you didn't have it in you." Jean spoke, making Krista quiver in anger. He crossed his arms and a smug smile curved his mouth once again.
Reiner glared at him, looking as if he was going to charge at him. "Leave it," Ymir turned her head at her best friend as she prepared to walk away. "He's just trying to get something out of you." Her words seemed to poke at Krista's mind as she watched the tense scene. Who knew Ymir was actually kinda smart?
Reiner obeyed, turning around to follow the tall brunette. But suddenly he swerved and threatened to hit Jean. The popular kid with the undercut flinched, his arms reaching to shield his face. Reiner snorted in amusement as his fist paused in mid-air and he went to follow Ymir as the brunette headed towards the back doors of the school.
The crowd watched until the two best friends were opening the doors and burst into noisey chatter. Krista stared at the last of the two popular kids. Her mouth was gaping and her mind was racing a million miles.
I've never seen Reiner like that. I can't believe Ymir stopped him from doing harm! Also is Reiner actually cheating on me? He doesn't seem like that type of person. But….wow..