I'm putting Levi in this chapter, so yay. Also I apologize if you get bothered by how sidetracked I can and will probably get, but I'm just kind of trying to put some character/story development in as the story continues, especially in the first few chapters. And I do kind of want this to be a slow progressing story, so I hope you guys don't mind.

Enjoy. :)

Mr. Meck's classroom is small and has an odd shape to it. It's like a big square attached to a smaller square. And said teacher is everyone's favorite, so he has to cram as many students in as he can. I am one of the crammed students.

I stepped inside his classroom. Mr. Meck sees me and grins at me. And it's one of those infectious ones, so I can't help but smile back. He reminds me of one of those really adorable grandfathers, but he doesn't look old enough to be one. He looks about mid forties, and his blond hair is only just beginning to grey.

"Good morning, Ada," he says, "Go ahead and pick a seat wherever you'd like, we have about ten minutes until the bell rings. Pull out a pencil and paper, we're doing notes today."

I stumble through the squished desks to the back corner of the room, picking the corner seat and placing my backpack in the seat next to me. Nobody likes sitting next to me anyway, so I have nothing to worry about when it comes to wasting a chair. Then I pull out a pencil and paper and wait for the bell to ring.

Students begin filing in, picking seats and chattering with their friends. Soon it feels claustrophobic and hot, so I start doodling little flowers on the top left corner of my paper until the bell finally screams.

Two giggling girls race into the room and pick seats before Mr. Meck can start speaking. And he doesn't seem to mind so he ignores them and greets his class, welcoming them back to school, and he explains the assignment for today. He says he's just going to write down math problems and their solutions on the board in the front of the classroom, and that he just wants us to copy them down on our paper since it's the first day back to school.

All I'm thinking is 'Why do the best teachers have to teach the shittiest subjects?'

Twenty minutes into the class, someone unceremoniously shoves the door open, and it smacks the wall lightly due to the force. The sound is so unexpected that everyone looks up to see the cause of it.

A boy - well I wouldn't necessarily say boy, because he doesn't look like a child at all, but definitely someone of the male gender - is propping the door open with his foot and shoulder. I've never seen him before.

He's short, for a guy, probably about my height, but the way he holds himself so confidently, like he'd willingly knock someone out if they say something wrong, makes up for that completely. He is lean, muscles beautifully built, from what I can see through the black t-shirt he is wearing. His face seems to glow, its complexion clear and very pale against his ebony black hair and steely grey eyes. And those eyes have a veil over them. Hiding true emotion with the image of boredom.

And I am so... mesmerized by this stranger.

Mr. Meck smiles at him from the board, his marker never leaving the smooth white surface, but he still meets the boy's eyes and says, "You must be Levi Ackerman."

I raise an eyebrow at the last name. It's the same as Mikasa's. Levi nods and steps completely inside the room, letting the wooden door close softly. For some reason I still can't take my eyes off him, and I feel stupid because I've never gone all googly eyed over a guy before, like most girls my age. Yet here I am, my eyes glued to his every movement.

Mr. Meck puts the cap back on his marker and takes Levi's schedule when it's offered to him to check if Levi is in the right classroom. Mr. Meck smiles again and confirms that he is.

"You can go take a seat next to Ada, in the corner, Levi," Mr. Meck says.

I force my eyes back down to my paper, snapped out of my daze when my teacher says this, a faint blush of embarrassment on my cheek bones as Levi shuffles through the desks until he reaches mine - no, ours.

Then he picks up my backpack and tosses it at me, and my embarrassment is replaced with minor annoyance. I catch my backpack and look at him. Neither of us say anything, because it's like if we did we'd be breaking a rule to some unspoken game. But our eyes speak.

His say, 'I don't give a fuck if you get mad.'

And mine reply, 'Neither do I.'

And for not even half of a second, I see a spark of interest through the mask of nothingness. But then he sits, and we are both copying down math problems and their answers on our paper.

I let out a long sigh as I plop down on the couch in my livingroom. Mikasa and Eren follow suit. Our backpacks are stacked in a little pyramid next to the couch.

Eren lazily rolls off of the couch with a groan, and puts The Lion King in the DVD player, switching on the television as well. His phone is in his hand as he sits back down.

"Is Armin coming over?" Mikasa asks.

Eren presses the play button on the remote, and blows his long brown bangs out of his face with a long breath, then answers with a shrug. Mikasa scoots closer to me and starts casually playing with my hair. The feeling of her fingers lightly tugging on my hair is soothing.

"Honestly he's probably already studying his ass off," Eren mutters after a few minutes of the movie playing, the part where the monkey is holding up the baby lion on a rock above a bunch of other animals.

"Go over and get him then, dummkopf," I say, "It's the beginning of the year, we don't really have to worry til second semester."

"But I just sat back down and the movie is just starting," Eren whines.

"I don't care."

"Fine."

Eren stands again, stretching and yawning, and sighing in relief when his back pops, before crossing the room and opening the door. He sticks his tongue out at me before leaving to retrieve his friend, who thankfully just lived right across the street. Mikasa's eyes are following his actions. Her fingers are still subconsciously playing with the small tangles in my hair, removing them gently so that my hair is soft.

"You look like a puppy, you know," I say after awhile.

Mikasa snaps out her trance, blushing faintly. Then she meets my gaze and smiles.

"It's not like that," she says.

"Tch. Sure it's not."

We both look out the window now. She's looking at Armin's house, watching as the front door opens and Eren emerges with Armin trailing after him. But I've found a different target to gawk at.

Levi Ackerman, the guy I so stupidly always seem to stare at, is getting out of a midnight blue Volvo, which is parked in the driveway of a house just across the street to mine.

So he moved there? Strange.

"Mikasa," I say, remembering the thing about their matching surnames, "Do you know him?"

Her eyes follow where mine are looking, and hers narrow. Her fingers stop their movements in my hair, which is now tangle-free. Her entire face twists into a look of pain, and other emotions. My curiosity is sparked now.

"What is it?" I ask gently, checking to see what the boys were doing, grateful when I noticed that Eren was teasing Armin, who was speaking graphically about something - probably manga or schoolwork - excitedly. Mikasa and I should have some time to talk.

"You remember what I told you about Kenny?" she says. She is quieter than usual.

I nod. One time at a sleepover a few years back, she told me about how her father used to sexually abuse her, and worse. He was also involved in a gang, and drugs of course. He is just a bad person.

"Well, Rivaille, Levi," she continues - I raise an eyebrow at the French translation of Levi, " was his adoptive son. Kenny made us both do horrible things. That's all I'll say for now."

I take her hand and squeeze it. She squeezes back.

"Are you going to try to talk to him at school?" I ask.

"No, we haven't spoken for years, and I don't want to start just yet."

Armin and Eren enter the house, laughing loudly. And when I look back out the window, Rivaille, or Levi, is already inside his house.