Before class started, everyone was chattering amongst themselves, buoyantly.

You were talking with your food-loving friend, who sat in front of you.

"Hey, Sasha. After school do you want to go shopping with me?"

"No, I'm sorry. I can't. I have a date tonight with Connie, after school," she apologetically responded.

"Connie!? Since when do you have a boyfriend!?" you exclaimed, not noticing you raised your voice.

"Ahh, that's right. I didn't tell you!" she commented sheepishly.

"I met him the other day at some matchmaking party I went to! He's extremely dense, but he's really nice," Sasha added clearing up any or all confusion.

"I figured I would try going out with him."

"That, um...sort of...makes sense," you nodded, comprehending the situation.

"What are you two talking about?"

Out of the blue, your classmate, Eren Jaeger, butted in.

"Hi, Eren! We're just talking about girl stuff," Sasha nonchalantly reported.

"Then try keeping it down a little," he insisted. "You guys are really loud. What were you talking about anyway?"

"We were talking about Sasha and Connie going out on a date," you replied.

"Oh," Eren said looking at you with eyes the size of plates. "Do you have anyone you like, (y/n)?"

"Why would you ask me like that? Besides, that isn't any of your concern," you retorted.

"Yeah, I know, but you never talk about guys like other girls do," Eren stated.

"You want to know who (y/n) likes, don't you?" Sasha, who had been quiet up until this point, said in between her sniggering.

"Shut up, Sasha!" you barked.

"The truth is-," she started, completely ignoring you,-"she's got a big crush on Mr. Ackerman."

"Sasha! S-stop it! That isn't true!" you shrieked, frantically trying to stop the conversation there.

Mr. Ackerman is your homeroom and French teacher. You've had a crush on him since the beginning of the year. However, you had a crush on someone a lot more.

"So you like Mr. Ackerman, huh?" Eren muttered, looking down, displeased.

"Eren, are you all right?" you genuinely asked, wondering why he looks so glum.

"It's nothing," Eren disclosed. "I was just thinking you're forgetting who you are."

"What the hell does that mean?" you yelped.

"Don't play dumb. There's not way someone like Mr. Ackerman would ever choose a child like you," stated, matter-of-factly.

"Why are you being so mean!?" you roared.

"I'm just being realistic," he continued.

"Well, it's none of your beeswax so but out," you declared, getting uncomfortable as this melancholy feeling ripped through your heart.

"All right. Take your seats," Mr. Ackerman proclaimed, entering the classroom just then.

Bitterly, you went to your own seat.

Why was Eren being like that? It's not like I know there is a chance that Mr. Ackerman likes me like that.

As you wee thinking that, you looked up to find Eren staring at you.

His solemn gaze was almost overwhelming.

When school was over, you were still feeling a little depressed.

You were talking with Sasha and Penelope as you excited the classroom later that day.

Sasha spoke up finally remembering something that she was dying to tell you earlier.

"About Eren."

"What about Eren?"

"He so likes you!" she snickered.

"I thought that, too!" Penelope agreed, adding in her two cents. "He's always their when your around."

"And he barged into our conversation today when we were talking about boys."

"Seriously!? He usually doesn't show any interest when we talk about stuff like that!"

"I know right? It's only if (y/n) is involved!"

They sure were having fun with the idea because it sounded like you weren't even there.

"I'm pretty sure that's not the case with Eren," you sighed. "I think it's because I'm on the soccer team with him, and we've been in the same class since our first year. He just finds it easier to talk to me than most girls."

"You really think so?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I don't think there is anything more to it," you assured, but Sasha being Sasha, wasn't having none of that.

"(Y/N), you just don't understand, do you," she said with a slight wave of her hand.

It got harder to converse with the two of them as they get more and more enthusiastic.

In truth, Eren seemed more friendlier to Emma, the manager, than to you.

"I have to go to the bathroom," you murmured, skedaddling away from your friends' prying questions.

As you trudged down the hall, you let out a heavy sigh, happy to be away from your pestering friends.

Before you knew it, someone had bumped into you.

"Eren? What are you doing?" you wondered out loud.

"I was taking the trash out. I'm on cleaning duty today. Sorry for running into you."

"It's okay. Wait. You're being nice to me. Does this mean Armageddon is among us?"

"Shut up," he huffed. "You're paranoid."

"Pft! You need to get your eyes checked because I sure as hell am not paranoid!" you spatted back.

"I wouldn't have said so if you weren't," he stated calmly.

"Yeah, okay. I was heated, not paranoid. There is a difference, you know," you said as Eren's face turned bright red. "E-Eren-what's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's your fault for putting yourself in my line of vision," he barked, pinching one of your cheeks, after putting the trash can down.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" you cried. "I really don't understand what I did, but I'm sorry."

Then, unexpectedly, Eren let go of your cheek.

"What now?"

"Eren? Your face is super red right now," you said, bending down peering up at his face.

"It's your fault for being so damn cute," Eren retorted back.

"Huh? Did you say something?" you asked, obviously not paying attention.

"Ugh! You know it's your fault for being so cheeky!" he yelled.

"Eren, you're speaking too loudly. And I didn't say anything cheeky," you pouted as he ruffled your hair. "Do you know how bad that hurt?"

"That was a lesson for you not to say such cheeky things."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" you said, hitting him on the back.

Just then you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Hey, you two! If you're going to flirt, try taking it outside!" Mr. Ackerman said.

Eren and you turned beet red.

"Mr. Ackerman!" you shrieked.

Completely ignoring you, Mr. Ackerman left.

"Oh! Eren, you idiot!"

"Why am I an idiot?"

"It's your fault that Mr. Ackerman misunderstood what was going on!"

Instead of arguing back, Eren went silent and looked down.

"What's wro-"

"I have to take care of the trash," he insisted. "Why don't you go home or something?"

At that, he briskly walked away.

Eren's acting weird...