Chapter 4: Truth Or Truth?

A/N: So, I think that I want to set a goal for this story. Whether it be the amount of words, or the number of chapters. To the people that are reading, I know my chapters aren't that long, but are they efficient enough? I'm not an experienced writer like most people, but I do try my best. But, anyway. Here's Chapter 4 of Warmth. Remember to review, you guys!


The atmosphere of the cafeteria was something that could only be described as… tranquil. It wasn't exactly quiet, but it was calming to the four sitting at the table. Krista was busy trying to distract her friend from embarrassing her, whilst Ymir and her companion listened amusedly. Little did they know that the same fate was in store for them.

"Mikasaaa. Don't tell them things like that." Krista whined, which was uncharacteristic for the usually composed goddess. Ymir honestly thought it was an adorable sight. But, who wouldn't? She convinced herself, as she thought of the small girl who brought a smile to her usually intimidating features. Mikasa on the other hand was steadily smirking behind her scarf. She was having the time of her life. "Things like what? That you wet the bed until you were 12? Or that you had a crush on Ruby Rose when you were younger?" Ymir could practically see Krista melting on the spot. She had to do something to help her. She knew that she wouldn't like it, if the roles were reversed. But she didn't know that it just wasn't her turn yet.

"Oh, that's not that bad." Ymir comforted, chuckling slightly. "Sasha had a major crush on the green girl from Kim Possible when she was younger. At least you admired a real person." Ymir offered, while getting smacked upside her head. "Ymir! That was top-secret information. Now they both know…" Sasha wilted, putting her head down on the table. Mikasa pulled her scarf down slightly, sporting the largest smile they had ever seen on the girl. "You thought Shego was kinda hot too?" Sasha instantly perked back up, amazed at how truly awesome the girl in front of her was. "Are you serious? You thought so too? Dude. This seriously was fate or something." As Sasha continued to swoon, Ymir was busy rubbing her sore head.

"Oh, great. And then there were two weirdos ." She groaned, feeling quite sorry for herself. Though as she looked up, she could tell that there was someone else looking at her. It was the small blonde, and she was...smiling. It's not like she didn't do it often. But this one seems different from the other one. And she's directing it at me. Did she not like what I did for her? Should I had done something else? Just as these thoughts eased inside the crack of Ymir's mind, Krista shyly spoke up.

"T-Thank you, Ymir." The blonde almost whispered to the freckled girl in front of her. Luckily, Ymir could read lips from all the times she and Sasha were separated in class. But nonetheless, she grinned at the girl. That was until she heard the voice of her friend. "Ymir. That wasn't very nice of you to do that to me, so now it's your turn to succumb from embarrassment." Sasha quietly stood up, and made her way over to Krista. Ymir smirked, watching Sasha without a care. There's nothing she could tell them that could embarrass me. Shit. I probably would've told them myself sooner or later. Sasha gently put her hand against Krista's ear, concealing what her lips would soon say.

"You know, Ymir probably has some anime character on her drawers today, right? She's super into that stuff. Assault on Deities or somethin' is her favorite. So, I'm betting she has some female character from it on." Sasha giggled quietly, while Krista looked on in awe. "She has anime characters on her dresser drawers? That's so cute!" The small girl squealed, and Sasha was confused. "That's not what I meant. I meant, her drawers. Drawers? These!" Sasha said pulling up her shirt, starting to unbutton her jeans. "Sasha, wait a second." Mikasa called out, pulling the girl towards her.

"I think what Sasha meant was underwear. Apparently, she has some sort of… drawl." The scarfed girl said with a hint of amusement as she laughed. Sasha was enthralled by the sheer sound of her voice. Still holding up her shirt, she looked down at Mikasa. "You should forget about that. It kind of just slipped out. So, anywayyy." As the girl standing tried to change the subject, the scarfed individual holding her finished buttoning her pants back. "First of all, you shouldn't undress in the middle of a cafeteria. Why were you trying to show us your underwear anyway?" Sasha sheepishly rubbed her neck, looking everywhere but the people keeping her company.

"Well… I sort of told Krista that Ymir has anime characters on her underwear." This only amused Mikasa furthermore. "Oh really? Is that true, Ymir?" Okayyy. Maybe she did have something embarrassing on me. But, they're really comfortable and stylish! At least, I think so. Why would she even tell Krista about my underwear?! That dipshit. But, how do I get out of this situation..? "Um. What even is this anime stuff you speak of? Or underwear..?" Wait a minute. That doesn't sound right… "Ymir. Do you not have on underwear?" Krista asked, completely red. "Of course, I do! They have have my favorite girl from Assault on Deities, Pastia Deiss. I mean, they're red. Plain red.." Ymir nervously chuckled, looking away. Meanwhile, Krista's bright flare had settled down, and was replaced with a teasing grin.

While all of this was entertaining for the scarfed girl, she continued to tease the girl in front of her. "Second of all, you're not getting off that easy." Ymir smirked, her mind immediately going elsewhere at the statement. "That's what she said." Ymir had regained her composure, somewhat. At that, the inhabitants of the table laughed, except for Krista. Looking back at the girl, Ymir noticed that she was as red as a rose. Again. She's too innocent for her own good. Ymir bit her lip, thinking that Krista being around her and Sasha would soon taint that innocence.

"Third of all, maybe it was a good thing you let me have your parfait." Mikasa said, as she poked Sasha's stomach teasingly. "Hey miss. Can you not see the bountiful abs on my front? No? Have a closer look." Saying this, Sasha moved forward pushing her uncovered stomach in Mikasa's direction. "Ugh. Get awayyy!" Mikasa yelled, trying to keep a smile off of her face. But, the smile would soon be leaving anyway.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, until someone had to ruin it. Making his way over to the already filled table was Reiner Braun. Being Rose High's quarterback, he was pretty popular. But, he was a complete ass. The only reason people talked to him was because of his ranking. He placed only third to Krista's number one, and Mikasa's number two. Finally reaching the table, he frowned. "Krista, who are these losers? And why is Freckles in my seat?" The table became quiet, and each person looked at the confrontational hulk of a male.

Usually Ymir could handle the ignorance of this asshole, but that was when it was just her and Sasha. Now she knew that Krista was involved. She couldn't keep her silence, and she wouldn't. "Who the actual fuck are you, beefcake? Nobody at this table wants you here. Especially Krista. Why do you think she's hanging out with me?" Ymir smirked slightly, noticing the twitch of the guy's eye. "Is this who you're trying to replace me with? You can't get any better than me. I'm the freaking quarterback. The most amazing guy in this school. It's about time you go out with me. He can't give you anything better than what I can."

It was a known fact that Reiner had wanted to go out with Krista for the entirety of high school. Every since he first laid his eyes on her in freshman year. He ended up asking her out, and she politely declined. But, he continuously asked her out each time he saw her after that. And honestly, Krista was sick of it. But, she didn't have the decency to speak her mind. So, she had to relive this situation over and over again.

"Wow. He's a bright one, isn't he? I'm a female, you asshat. You're obviously not that smart for a football player, are you?" In all honesty, Ymir was having a great time. Destroying the self-esteem of overconfident twats like him made her day. Plus, Krista hadn't said anything the whole time the ordeal was happening, but she had this twinkle in her eyes. What does it mean? Is she happy? Who cares? I'll rip this beefcake in half regardless.

Reiner stood there looking at Ymir, his fists balled up tightly. "What's the matter? Did I say something to upset you? You know, I'm not really that sorry. I'm not sorry at all, actually." Ymir stood up, walking over to him. "You have a problem with me? Who cares. Every other person does. It's just an amazing quality that comes along with the Ymir package. But if you know what's best for you, stay away from Krista. You make her uncomfortable, you pathetic creep. Shit, you make me uncomfortable. Everything was fine until you showed up, so leave. That would be greatly appreciated, but you don't deserve that much credit. So, yeah. Go away."

Reiner was never really a stable guy. Especially when he didn't get his way or what he wanted. What he wanted was Krista. He wasn't just going to let some loser that nobody's ever heard of take Krista away from him. He was going to get her. Right? Before anyone could get a true grasp of what was going on, Reiner has tossed aside his food in exchange for something else.

Ymir's neck.


How was that for a cliffhanger? Was it decent? Maybe you'll come back next time to find out the fate of Ymir. But, yeah. Thanks for reading this chapter!