Chapter 2
Sina High is exactly what you'd expect from a public high school.
It's shit.
To those of you who may think that the statement is a little too critical, you have yet to witness the crime scene that is the men's toilets. Here's a hint: it seems that even the janitor is afraid to venture inside.
I pity the freshmen who mistakenly decide to risk it.
R.I.P to those poor fuckers.
The most fitting word to describe it is unsanitary. Everything just looks dirty and unclean, including a good portion of the students.
It was safe to say that Levi hated it here.
Upon arrival, you're—more often than not—met with the empty, dead-eyed stares of your fellow classmates; which is what Levi was currently experiencing. He was certain that he had the same look in his own.
It was the unanimous look he liked to call: "Monday mornings are fucking shit."
Levi lifted his bag higher on his shoulder and toed open the door to the entrance of the school. Like hell he was touching that bacteria infested handle.
If you thought that the run-down, grungy looking outside was appealing, then just wait until you get inside. That's when the real "fun" begins.
The first thing that hits you is the smell. You know the smell. It's roughly the same in every public place of education. A revolting cocktail of unwashed teenagers, cheap cleaning products and spoilt food. Levi's nose scrunched up minutely in disgust.
The second thing is the noise. Oh god the noise. You wouldn't have expected people to have so much energy so early in the morning...but you'd be so fucking wrong.
This specific hallway—situated directly inside the main entrance—was always, by far, the worst. It was where all of the rowdy kids decided to congregate and talk about their weekends.
You little shits do realize that there is such a thing as using an inside voice, right?
He took a deep breath (a big mistake that he immediately regretted), and began the treacherous journey to his first classroom.
First lesson is maths he reminded himself internally.
Levi navigated around the bags strewn across the floor and the sudden arms that were flung into his path due to some bastard telling an oh so exciting story that required body movement for emphasis.
Just one more year. One more year. One. More. Fucking. Year.
This had become a sort of mantra for Levi. It helped to keep him calm and collected whenever something irritated him.
For example, currently, there was a certain fuck leaning against the door frame of the classroom that he wanted to get into.
"Get out of my fucking way, shitty glasses." The insult was enforced with a not-so-gentle push on her rear with the sole of his boots.
She stumbled forwards and caught herself on a desk, before immediately twisting around to find the guilty party. Levi gave her an exasperated look as her eyes lit up with recognition.
She ran over and pulled him into a bone-crushing bear hug.
"No," he growled out, untangling himself from her embrace.
She pouted and gave him her best puppy dog eyes, to which he flicked her forehead with his index finger, and moved to sit at his desk.
Hanji Zoe was insane.
There were many instances where Levi questioned her sanity—every day for the last 4 years, to be exact. However, he couldn't deny that he had become used to her antics, and often missed them when she was absent.
Not that he'd ever admit that aloud. He'd rather die.
Said nutcase had shoulder-length brown hair that she always wore pulled up into a messy ponytail, her long fringe framing the sides of her feminine face.
Her shit-brown coloured eyes were, as per usual, obstructed by the massive chunks of glass that she claimed she could see through.
Levi was doubtful.
She hovered around Levi for a few moments, before moving to sit at her desk next to his own. A couple of minutes went by with her talking about anything and everything she could think of (things that he really didn't give a shit about), until she quietened.
That lasted for roughly a millisecond, before she erupted with: "YOU'RE LATE."
The outburst was directed at the stunned blonde who had just entered through the doorway, causing Levi to raise his head.
Levi glanced in his direction, gave him an uninterested look for good measure, then went back to resting his forehead on his arms, which were folded on the desk in front of him.
He listened to their conversation out of lack of anything better to do; not that he had any choice on the matter mind you.
Her voice sure does fucking echo.
The new arrival was none other than Erwin Smith, or as Levi "fondly" referred to him, Shitty Eyebrows.
Erwin was huge. There was no other way to describe him really. Standing at a whopping 6'2', his and Levi's height difference was laughable.
This mountain of a man (in Levi's opinion) was probably one of the softest people you will ever meet, despite his intimidating stature. With short blonde hair, which is combed neatly to the side, and light blue eyes, he wasn't exactly the most noticeable person in the world.
However, there was one feature that stood out. If you haven't already guessed it from his nickname, Levi would suggest revaluating your IQ.
Those motherfucking eyebrows.
Do they even count as eyebrows anymore? They're like their own entity.
The thought made Levi snort quietly in amusement.
They were quite honestly, the most hideous excuse for eyebrows that Levi had ever come across. Those fuckers looked as if they were going to detach themselves from his face and fly away.
"You're late." Hanji repeated, and Levi imagined that she had that same pout on that she had used earlier.
However, unlike with Levi, that pout always worked on Erwin.
"I'm sorry Hanji, the traffic this morning was awful. I'll leave earlier next time." Erwin glanced at the clock. "Although, I'm technically not late, the bell hasn't even gone yet..."
"I don't care, you two aren't allowed to be later than me like this! Do you know what it's like having to sit here alone in this shithole?!" Her shrill voice had Levi wincing.
He couldn't argue with her logic though, he wouldn't want to have to suffer in this place alone either.
He'd known Hanji and Erwin since pre-school. Hanji had instantly locked onto him and refused to leave him alone until he agreed to be her friend.
Erwin, however, had been the opposite. He had been, and still was, painfully shy.
Hanji had decided that she wanted him to be their friend, so she had roped him into their friendship also.
Their little "group" had then expanded once they reached primary school, with the additions of Mike, Petra and Farlan. A few others then joined during highschool.
Farlan was the one Levi believed to be his closest friend, mainly because he had known him the longest and he was by far the easiest to tolerate.
He'd also taken a liking to Petra, however that was mostly due to the fact that she was one of the rare few people in this world that was shorter than him. Plus, she only really interjected to mother everyone and look after them, to which Levi was no exception.
"If you actually paid attention for once, you'd realise that I come in at exactly the same time every day, and if you timed your own arrival just right, you wouldn't have to sit alone." Levi added to their conversation, going back to ignoring them straight after.
"Well, if you got laid more often you wouldn't be such a-" Hanji began.
"Everybody sit down and quiet please," Their teacher interrupted, saving Hanji from the beating Levi's glare was promising.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful.
A bird got trapped in the English classroom, but that was about it.
Levi strutted confidently towards his last class.
Music.
It was the only class he felt completely comfortable with. He didn't have to worry about passing, it came naturally to him. He couldn't wait for today's lesson, he was actually excited for class for a change; today they were-
This thought faded out as he approached the classroom; there was a note taped to the small window.
"No class today. Teacher Absent. Signed, Headmaster Pixis."
Are you fucking kidding me? He thought angrily, his normally impassive face twisting into a scowl.
The fuck am I supposed to do now?
As he contemplated what to do with his free time, he sent a quick text to Hanji and Mike, letting them know that class was cancelled and that he was going to go to the gym.
He figured, since it had been a while since he'd worked out, he may as well use this opportunity to do so.
He left the main building and stuck his hands into his jacket pockets, his breath making little white clouds in the freezing cold late September air. The little courtyard was luckily nice and quiet at this time; the peaceful aura calmed him considerably.
He then sighed in relief as he entered the pleasantly warm sports building.
The heated pool made the whole building feel like a sauna and the burning smell of chlorine—something the teen abhorred—intensified the closer to the pool you got.
Levi veered to the left as he reached the entrance to the pool room and entered into the changing rooms.
The gym was on the other side of the pool to the changing rooms; he'd head there once he changed into his sweatpants, plain black workout tank top (which showcased his biceps) and sneakers.
Levi strolled leisurely through the aisles, directing himself to his locker.
Placing his backpack onto the bench, he began to undress, first removing his leather jacket. Said jacket then decided to slip off of the bench and onto the floor just as he was removing his combat boots.
You little fuck.
"Hey, I...uh...think you dropped this?" Came a quiet, hesitant voice from beside him.
Levi glanced down to see his traitorous jacket being held out to him, before his eyes slowly moved up the toned arms and torso to the speaker's face.
I wonder if that tan's natural, Levi thought.
When the raven haired teen's piercing gaze finally flicked up to meet the others, his eyes widened and his mouth parted partially in astonishment.
Wait...
He was staring. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't bring himself to look away.
Those eyes...
They were currently looking at him inquisitively, as if this stranger was worried about Levi's mental health.
It's him. It's the little shit who's been stopping me from getting a decent night's sleep for the past month.
"Hey...are you alright?"
Fuck.
Notes:
We hope you enjoyed this newest instalment guys!
I apologise if there are a lot of British words and phrases, I am from England after all :3
Let us know what you think and if you have any suggestions, we'd love to hear them.
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