Chapter 4 Summary: This is Eren's first impression of Levi! He smart mouths the ravenette, and tries to get him to skate. Eren doesn't miss how flustered Levi is and he may get a little handsy. Heh, and Levi may or may not hate and love it. It leaves them both rather curious about each other. A race ensues! Eren, being the little shit he is, wants to see more of this grey-eyed character, and he probably will. This is kind of Eren's POV of the last chapter, hence why it starts with what we left off with in his last POV. This gets a little dirty, if you know what I'm saying. If any of that causes any confusion, I'm sorry. Again, this chapter contains a bit of what the last chapter did (the gay issues) and a little sexy word play, so fair warning ahead! Proceed with caution! I love you guys! Enjoy~!

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Eren

Fuck. This wouldn't end well.

This Hanji character, with her messy, bouncing pony tail and huge glasses that threatened to fall off of her face at any moment, was certainly crazy or something. She was currently dragging me to a table at which three other people were sitting. It was my job to help them out with whatever they needed, but I didn't want to be stuck dealing with a whole bunch of freshmen. Although, Hanji and Erwin seemed like seniors, if I'm not mistaken. I should probably be nicer, but who could be when some bat-shit crazy woman had a death grip on your arm? I looked around frantically, searching for a (any) reason to get away from her. I was even trying to make up some bullshit excuse, but all my thoughts left my head when I noticed someone was glaring at me. What the hell?

I stared at him for a minute and when I realized I was staring back, I looked away with a blush on my cheeks. I tried to think back to what this stranger looked like, but I was face to face with said stranger (and a finger) not a moment later.

"That's him!"

I looked at Isabel, slightly bewildered by both her dainty hand in my face and her excitement. What did I do? I realized she was talking to the grey-eyed boy from earlier, and that she wasn't accusing me of anything. For a minute there, I thought that this dude was her boyfriend and she was telling him I touched her or something. That would've been a shit fest. I internally sighed with relief and smiled at her.

"Hey, Isabel and Farlan," I greeted, smiling a little wider at familiar faces in a sea of strangers. Isabel shot me a grin back, and Farlan did the same. I watched as the redhead turned to the black-haired dude across from her.

"Big Bro!"

Ah, her brother. Oh shit.

"This is Mr. Tall, Dark, And Handsome! He taught me to skate!" Her pride was adorable and I almost giggled at it, if it weren't for the red splash across my face. C'mon, not this line. I was going to tell her to not call me that, 'cause everyone used the same line on me, but she kept talking away.

"Isn't he cute?!" She squealed like I was some sort of kitten, or something else really cute. I felt like I was invisible in a conversation that involved me. Don't get me wrong, I love compliments. Being called cute, tall, dark, and handsome all in one day by the same person usually led to some awkward date and me not really being interested, but she was just gushing about me like I was her newest toy. The thought made me blush a little darker and I didn't like it. I don't wanna seem like some red-faced virgin in front of seniors like Erwin and Hanji. I didn't want to seem like some little kid to a freshman either, especially Isabel's big brother. The guy was looking at me like I'd just shot his puppy, and he wanted revenge. I looked to him, to see his response to Isabel's question.

"He's tall," I dunno why, but his clear disinterest made me smile. I shot him a happy grin, loving the way his eyes widened slightly. It was as if he expected me to get upset that he didn't say I was attractive, and I found that amusing and a little endearing. If I'm honest, he wasn't bad to look at. But he's totally not my type. I chuckled internally. However, his piercing gaze was finally getting under my skin. My brain-giggle was stopped halfway through as I tried to come up with a reply.

"I get that whole, 'tall, dark, handsome,' thing a lot... heh," I told him sheepishly. My hand did that nervous habit of rubbing at the back of my neck, while my eyes fell downwards to my toes. I looked back up, awkwardly, to catch his (very pretty) grey eyes and found him with a questioning brow raised. I bit my lip, and couldn't suppress the little laugh that bubbled up through me. This guy is a trip, oh my goodness. He looked a little perplexed by my actions and that made me turn a little pink.

"Since you guys seem to already know him,' Hanji started, gesturing towards Isabel and Farlan. "This is Eren, Levi!" She introduced me and slapped my hip, causing me to squeak and turn into a living strawberry. I was going to tell her off, instructing her that it is impolite and against the rules to touch a worker, but I didn't want to look like a dick in front of these nice guys. I shrugged off the contact and turned towards Levi, giving him a hand to shake along with a smile.

"Eren Jaeger, nice to meet you." He just kind of stared at my hand, as if he was scared to touch it. The thought almost made me retract the appendage. I mean, is my hand dirty? Is it misshapen? Is it turning into a hook? Is my hand not good enough? Holy hell, my hand is not royal enough to be placed in Levi's. Come to think of it, Levi's is a brand of pants. Heh.

Meanwhile, Levi must have been waging a war between himself up there in that noggin of his 'cause he was staring at my hand like it was infected with an STD (STH? Sexually transmitted hand?). I was seriously close to pulling it away when he looked up at me (that's fucking adorable) and gave me a smirk (that's fucking hot) and said, "Charmed. Levi Ackerman."

Levi Ackerman.

He didn't seem charmed, and I guess my face showed that. I mean, he's a little confusing. One moment he seems like he's gonna skin me alive and the next he wants to eat me alive. I didn't mind that last one, to be honest. I giggled as I pulled my hand away, and I guess I did that out loud, because those eyes widened ever so slightly again. I wanted to keep talking, because I had a feeling there was going to be awkward silence if I didn't.

"Well hey, Levi," I began. "Hanji told me you don't know how to skate. I'll be your planette today, and teach you," Good start, I suppose. I flashed him a smile in an attempt to get him to loosen up a bit, and I guess it had an effect because his pale cheeks turned a very light pink. That's kinda cute. I can't say I wasn't a little bothered by what he said next.

"Sorry, Kid. I don't skate." He said it so nonchalantly, like he really didn't give two shits if he could skate. That irked me a bit, and my normally smiling face fell if it had anything to do with the slight tilt of his head. I didn't want to be turned down, and I actually wanted to help this douche skate. I knew, somehow, he probably did want to skate but he was too proud to admit it. Aha! That's most likely it. I grinned back at him. I just had to teach him.

"Yeah, you do. I can teach you! It isn't hard. Just try it," I watched as his eyes faltered, and the sight intrigued me. I'm going to teach you to skate, little dude. Whether you like it or not.

"I don't give a shit. I'm not skating. And I certainly don't wanna learn from some snot-nosed brat," He scowled at me, and I know my eyes got bigger. How rude! I'm a little brat? I'm a sophomore, isn't he an eight grader or some shit?

Before I spoke up, I noticed that Hanji and Isabel were glaring daggers at him and Farlan looked like a lost puppy. They must like me if they're willing to pointedly make their friend uncomfortable for my sake. I smiled a bit at that. These people aren't half bad. However, Levi did not look affected. That set me off. My lips turned into a confident smile, and I gave him my most determined look as I put my fist to the table.

"C'mon. Whether you like it or not, I'm teaching you to skate. Even if I have to tape a pair of blades to your hobbit feet and throw you down a ramp, you're going to learn. Got that, Shorty?" I smirked at him, and I knew what he was thinking. He was mentally kicking my ass, but Isabel and Hanji's excited "squee's!" certainly stopped him from doing it physically. People must not call him short often, because his stare was hardening. I was listening for someone to gasp, but my ears were met with a song by Twenty One Pilots instead.

"He called you short!" Hanji and Isabel yelled simultaneously, grinning at each other. Erwin chuckled behind me, and Farlan was a bright shade of purple from trying to conceal his laughter. My eyes never once left Levi's as we glared at each other, a silent contest in who would give first. I watched as sparks lit up those silvery orbs, leaving them bright and angry like burning metal. I don't think he was hesitating in trying to burn me up. Nevertheless, I knew mine were just as bad (if not worse). I could see in his reflective pools of smoky grey the same fiery intensity he possessed, but in turquoise. It was as if the ocean and a stormy sky were at war, and I knew Poseidon would over power Zeus one day. Lightning seemed to crash against teal waves as threatening clouds pulsed. This is certainly fierce.

C'mon, Levi. There are seven seas, and one sky. Do you really think you can out do a Jaeger?

"Fuck." He growled, looking away from me as if he had read my mind. I won. Read that, little dude.

"You're a little shit. You know that, Eren?" He spat my name, as if it left a foul taste in his mouth. I smirked triumphantly. I don't know why, but beating this guy at what is obviously his own game gave me a sense of satisfaction that only rivaled the (one and only one) time I beat Armin in a skate race. I felt like I was on cloud nine, but I had a job to do.

"Yeah, yeah. Levi. Get up and let's go get you some skates. I'm ready to show you what I'm made of." I shot him a victorious grin and watched him scowl at me. I will never get over how good he is at that.

"You're made of shit, Kid." He smirked back at me, but was clearly still butt-hurt about losing. I laughed a little bit, and straightened up. I saw that Hanji was smirking at me, and I smirked back. We were thinking the same thing; Levi finally gave. If it was possible, I felt even better. I was getting a little cocky too, but that didn't seem to deter me.

"Kid? I'm a sophomore, Levi. Aren't you graduating eighth grade in a couple months?" I sneered, crossing my arms at him. I felt big and bad, like a Jaeger Boy does. I love winning, but I was not prepared for what happened next. He grabbed me by the collar and stared into my very soul, scorching me from the inside out. Oh shit.

"I am a senior, fucktard."

His blazing eye contact was a tad bit scary. Okay, okay. It was petrifying. This was nothing compared to earlier. It was like he was actually trying to kill me with his pretty grey orbs alone. I swallowed harshly and tried to make words come out of my throat, because they were having a fucking camp out there for some reason, but I only squeaked. I'm mistaken, because his glare did not just soften a bit. Molten charcoal didn't soothe and become wistfully icy silver. Did it?

"Watch your mouth, Kid. Before I turn it into a Chelsea smile." He threatened, letting me go and pushing me away. He looked at Hanji, and she was giving me a sympathetic look. I look at Levi, smirking. He was angry because I called him short. This should be fun.

"I doubt you would," I teased, squealing and arching to the left when he tried to hit me. This tiny munchkin! I was laughing now, watching as he complained about me to himself. I rolled my eyes at his growing frustration, and grabbed his hand. I ignored Hanji's cat calls and Levi's struggles, but what did catch my ears made a lot of sense to hear.

"My skates are over there, you shitty brat!"

Oh.

The skates are over there.

I gave Levi a sheepish smile as he made his way over to Erwin and grabbed a pair of Converse style skates. He gracefully stalked over to the booth beside his crew and put them on the table, staring at me. I walked over to him and waited with my hands on my hips for him to slip them on.

"What, Brat?" He narrowed his eyes at me. I looked at him quizzically. What's he waiting for?

"Aren't you going to put on your skates?" I asked, tilting my head to the left. I watched his face change from impassive/slightly irritated to something else. Something... Soft? It could've been the vague upturn of thin, pink lips, or the way his furrowed eyebrows lifted a bit, but he looked a lot less angry. The sight made me blush.

"No," He started. Huh? "You're going to."

I was confused for a minute, but I (of course) got a brilliant idea. If he wants to play it like that, I will too. I nodded at him, watching his expression turn into something smug. I almost smirked at him.

I'm evil. And this song is perfect. This is my jam, oh damn it.

I grabbed the skates and looked at him with a sweet smile, watching him as he raised a curious eyebrow. I only shook my head, chuckling, as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I slipped his skates out of the bag and looked up at him with overly-big eyes. That definitely caught his attention, if his stumbling breath was anything to go by.

"Why'd you come here if you don't know how to skate, Levi?" I asked innocently, batting my eye lashes. I practically purred his name, and it was clear it had an effect. His eyes became larger, but then he scowled at me as if to hide it that he was curious about my actions. I internally snickered.

"I was dragged here." He stated bluntly, examining his nails like they were the most interesting things he'd ever seen. I scoffed. Asshole.

"Oh really?" I questioned, sliding off his blue Vans. I leaned incredibly too close and he looked down at me, probably annoyed with my close proximity. However, when I glanced up, he was biting his lip. Oh, that's hot. I shot him a flawless smile and he ground his teeth together, effectively biting harder into his lip.

"Yeah..." He trailed off, eyeing me suspiciously. I peered at him through dark eyelashes, giving him one hell of a flirty look. He cleared his throat and looked away from me.

"Kind of glad she brought you here. Now I can teach you some things," I drawled out, teasing him a bit with an innuendo inducing voice. His eyes flared a colour I hadn't seen before, and his pupils were wider than expected. I guess my playing had worked. I smirked triumphantly and slipped on his skates, eyeing him like an animal in heat.

"What are you saying?" He asked with a voice full of mistrust.

"I'm saying I'm gonna teach you to skate. Duh," I rolled my eyes as if it was plainly perceptible. He growled at me and I growled back. That caught him off guard.

"Stop being weird and put my skates on." Levi demanded, finally fed up with my games. I laughed as I put on his skates, instructing him to stay put while I get him ready to actually stand. He did not listen. As soon as he tried to stand, he toppled forward. I grabbed him mid fall and held him against my chest.

"Woah! Careful there!" I chuckled and stood him upright, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He was a bright shade of crimson, and I can't say it was a-fucking-dorable. He was a little hesitant to let me touch him, and the thought perplexed me.

"Let go," The ravenette challenged, trying to stab me with his eyes alone. I huffed.

"If I do, you'll fall face first. Wouldn't wanna damage that pretty thing, right?" I flirted with him, trying to get him to be even more uncomfortable.

"What the fuck? Don't be weird about it!" He barked at me, snarling like a mad dog. I narrowed my eyes at him and was tempted to watch him fall, but that isn't good for business. It totally wasn't because I wanted to keep him close.

"Just do as I say and you can learn. It'll be over quickly if you learn like your sister. Place your feet shoulder-width apart, Levi. Okay?" I told him, giving him an affectionate smile. I gazed at him as his frustration fell away slightly, and he gave me a minuscule smile back.

"Keep it steady like the sky, Little Dude."

"I don't have a sister, you know." He told me as the grey-eyed teen followed my directions. He looked back at me and looked for confirmation. I grinned and nodded at him. It seemed as if he was starting to loosen up around me.

"Good job! I thought Isabel was your sister? She called you 'Big Bro,'" I mentioned, smiling curiously. I liked this normal contact with Levi. It was somehow... Comfortable? I don't know, but I wouldn't mind more of this.

"That's a nick name. Like "Shitty Glasses," for Hanji or "Captain Eyebrows," for Erwin," Levi stated, watching me as I giggled. "Or "Shitty Brat," for you."

I laughed a little harder at that, because his sense of humour was fabulously shit-related. He gave a soft exhale of breath, like a small laugh and it made my heart do a back flip. I went a little pink at the action of my chest-meat, and my eyes darted around as I tried not to meet the raven's.

"Yeah, yeah. Or "Little Dude," for you?" I snickered at his scrunched up nose.

"You must wanna die today,"

"They don't call me "Suicidal Bastard" for nothing," I pointed out, grinning at him. He rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I don't even wanna know," as I gave him more instructions.

"Think you got this? Bend your knees some and squat," I held onto his hips a lot lighter than I held his waist. I watched his feet as he took the correct stance, and congratulated him. He was doing really well until I let go.

"This is shit." He stated, grunting as he fell down. I guess he still hadn't gotten the hang of it. I helped him back up, and noticed the small blush across his cheeks and nose.

"That's cute," I breathed. I guess I said that out loud because he turned a little darker and glared at me.

"Shut the fuck up, Suicidal Bastard." Even though he sounded mad, he was sending out some gleeful waves of energy. I gave him a big, dumb grin and probably turned into another human strawberry. He exhaled another soft laugh and I found myself shaking my head like a happy mother. I had my hands on his hips as he stood up and tried to skate. He almost slipped, but I was there to catch him. We continued making each other blush,, cracking dumb jokes and pretending to hate each other. After about thirty or forty minutes, he was starting to get it.

I gave him a drill to go to the far side of the ring and back to me, studying him as he went. He wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't what I was used to. I either liked itty-bitty, innocent little blondes (like Armin) or huge jocks (like Erwin), but he was something else altogether.

Dark eyes, dark hair, dark personality, dark everything. He seemed to radiate confidence and mystery. It was rather intriguing, and I can't say I wasn't interested. He glided elegantly across the silver rink towards me, and Levi didn't once take his off of me. I smiled as a sign of encouragement and he actually shot me one back. I felt my brain turn to goo and my heart speed up. He's doing stuff to me I didn't think any ever could.

This entire day has been filled with surprises and I was waiting for more to happen.

"Good job, Levi! You did it!" I cheered for him as he stopped his skates and sat on top of the table beside me.

"I know I did, I just witnessed it." He replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but continued to beam at him. He's a fast learner!

"Think you can take me on?" I smirked, challenging him with a confident stare. He smirked back and nodded.

"I'll kick your ass, Jaeger." He stood up and waited for me to get to my feet. I stuck out my tongue childishly.

"That's right. I'm a Jaeger, and..." I paused for dramatic effect.

"Jaeger's never quit!" I yelled it loud enough for Sasha and Armin to hear, and they cheered for me. I guess they suspected I was going to beat Levi's ass. They were right, too. He scoffed and we took stances near the exit of the rink.

"Stakes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"We do two laps around. If I win, I get bragging rights and we get food, all on you and whatever else you wanna give me," He told me, nodding as confirmation. I nodded back.

"And when I win?" I queried.

"Bragging rights, food of me, and," He smirked. "Whatever I wanna give you." The mischievous little glint in those gorgeous eyes got me ready to be victorious. This munchkin thinks he can play sexy? So can I!

I liked the circumstances anyway. We got in ready stances and glared playfully at one another, both prepared to win.

"Ready, Brat?"

"You bet your ass I am,"

"3... 2... 1... Go!"