A week after the incident you find yourself sulking in your room instead of doing what you're supposed to be doing: packing. You sent in the paperwork for a transfer a few days ago when you found Levi in the dining hall with the same girl from last week. He had his hand in between her thighs and his mouth on her neck, the little man-whore.

You just can't stand being around him anymore, it hurts too much. You can't believe how quickly you went from liking Levi to obsessing over him, and it scares you how easily he can hurt you.

You finally get up to start packing when you hear a knock on the door.

Just like last week, you say in your head. You shake your head to remove the thought from your mind, but it still lingers.

You go to the door, thinking it must be a higher-up who has come to tell you where you'll be assigned, but you're very wrong.

You open the door to see none other than that bastard Levi standing there. You slam the door back shut and run to bury your face in a pillow.

"Come on (your name), open the door!" demands Levi.

"NO! You're a bastard man-whore!" you yell back at him.

"Listen, I know you're mad at me, but can I please explain?" He seems to really want to talk to you, but you're determined not to listen. "I heard you requested a transfer. Is that true?" Now he sounds sad. Or angry. It's hard to tell with him.

"Yeah it's true," you reply. "It's not like you care, though. You don't need me, you have your little slut."

"Dammit, I do care!" Levi shouts through the door. "I care a lot," he says more quietly.

You open the door again, and this time you leave it open. "What do you need to explain?" you ask him. You hope it's a damn good explanation.

"Can I come in first?" You look at him skeptically. "My story has some highly sensitive information," he adds. "I don't need everyone in the hall to hear any more than they already have."

You step aside and motion for him to enter. You then close the door and sit on your bed. Levi paces the floor nervously.

"You can start your story any time now," you say impatiently.

He glares at you with an annoyed expression. Then he seems to realize he doesn't have the right to be annoyed and his eyes soften a tiny bit.

"The girl I was with is my friend Isabel–" you snort a little and he glares at you again. "What."

"Sorry," you reply, "but she seems like way more than your 'friend'."

Levi keeps glaring. "Well, think what you will, but she really is just a friend. We've known each other a long time. Hell, I practically raised her. My point is she's nothing more than a close friend."

You watch him pace as he continues. "Right after you and I–"

"Made out heavily?"

Levi's glare intensifies. "Yes, right after we 'made out heavily' and I had gone back to my room, Isabel came to me bawling her eyes out because her long-term boyfriend had broken up with her. Apparently he just wanted a break, but Isabel didn't, so she asked me to help him see what he was missing out on. Our plan was just to pretend to be hooking up until he got jealous and came back to her, which I knew he would because he's also a good friend of mine."

You interrupt again. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Levi sighs. "I wanted to, but Isabel swore me to secrecy. She didn't want anyone to know." He takes a deep breath and exhales. "That's the whole story."

"No," you say, "it isn't. Why were you making out with her alone in her bedroom?"

"We were waiting for Furlan to walk by her room on his usual rounds," he replies.

"Furlan?"

"Isabel's boyfriend."

You watch him for a minute, looking for signs of lying. You don't see any major red flags, so you keep asking questions. "Why did you say the same thing to her that you said to me?"

Levi looks you directly in the eye and responds, "because I was trying to pretend that I was with you."

You feel your heartbeat speed up a little. You try to steady your breathing, but you're kind of failing. Suddenly Levi is next to you. He puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him. You start breathing normally again and you lean into the crook of his neck.

"I knew what was wrong the minute I noticed that you were avoiding me," Levi whispers in your ear. "I figured you must have seen me with Isabel that night in her room. I wanted to tell you so bad, but Isabel begged me not to tell you."

"Why are you telling me now?"

"You're more important than her silly plan to get Furlan back. I talked to him yesterday and he said he would take her back eventually. He just needed some space." Levi pauses for a moment and kisses the top of your head. "I guess I needed some space too…"

You nod your head in understanding. You know exactly what he means. The two of you had been moving really fast, considering that you both barely knew each other.

"I just wish you would've told me sooner," you tell him.

"Me too," Levi replies. Then he kisses you very gently. He runs his fingers through your hair and traces circles on your back. You let him do whatever he wants, mainly because you're concentrating too hard on not fucking up.

Levi stops and you make a pathetic noise that sounds like a whimper. Oh well, maybe he'll find it cute and quirky.

"I want you," you Levi says. "It's hard for me to hold back when I'm around you, but I don't want to lose you because I couldn't behave."

"Shut the hell up," you say. "I'm willing to do anything with you." Levi gives you a "that was amazingly sexy" look and leans in to kiss you again, but you stop him. "Except for the weird stuff, because there's no way I'm ready for that."

Levi groans. "I'm pretty sure you just completely turned me off with that comment."

"Well, let's see if I can turn you back on," you reply with a wink. You then pull him forward by his shirt collar and kiss him. Hard.

~o~

The next morning when you wake up you feel something heavy lying partially on you. You a turn a bit and see Levi with his arm over you and his face nestles in your neck. You remember what you did last night (What I did very well, you think to yourself) and a huge smile spreads across your face.

You turn all the way over in bed to give Levi a kiss good morning. He mumbles something that sounds vaguely like "go the hell back to sleep", so you do. It's a weekend anyway.