Chapter 8

By the time Saturday came around, Levi had managed to unknowingly piss Eren off a total of four times. Three instances via text, once in person on Thursday.

Levi had been casually strolling towards his next lesson (taking a detour down the English hallway. It definitely wasn't because a certain green-eyed someone had said that he had English that day. Not at all.) and had conveniently run into Eren.

He hadn't stopped to chat, he had just winked at him flirtatiously and brushed his fingertips against the back of Eren's hand as he passed. He then continued walking as if nothing had happened, leaving Eren stunned and slightly excited.

He knew he shouldn't complain. He should be flattered that someone as hot as Levi was flirting with him, but it just irritated him that he acted like such a dick about it.

It feels as though he's just teasing me for fun at my expense.

Eren rested his forehead on his kitchen table, earning him a gentle slap on the back of his head from his mother.

"Sit up straight, I did not raise you to be so impolite." As she chastised him, he felt his eyebrows rise sarcastically.

Just as he was about to sass her, he bit his tongue. He knew better.

Carla Yeager was scary when she was challenged.

Even though she generally came across as the sweetest, most loving person you could ever meet, if she was angered, you had better run. He had to get his temper from somewhere.

Her chest-length, brown hair was pulled to the side in a loose ponytail, and her kind brown eyes were currently giving him a don't you dare look.

He knew that the moment he said anything that could be considered rude or disrespectful, his mother would swoop down like a bird of prey.

She would threaten to take away something as if he were a spoilt brat. For the past few days, that something had been his tickets to go and see No Name.

He didn't want to test her patience, so he had been on his best behaviour.

Eren pouted and lifted his head up, sitting back in his chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Isabel smirking at him, and in return he gave her a kick under the table.

It wasn't a rough kick, but it was hard enough to sting a little. She gasped quietly and kicked him back. This lasted for about a minute before their father told them to stop, reminding them that they didn't really want to face their mother's wrath.

Unlike their mother, Grisha Yeager was far more passive. He rarely told them what to do, and would let them get away with bloody murder. As he was a bit of a softie, Carla usually had to enforce the rules.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and gave them both an amused smile, before going back to reading his newspaper, having done his required parenting for the day.

At present, it was nine o'clock in the morning and Eren was buzzing.

Not only am I going to see my favourite band live, I'm also going on a date with a super-hot guy. Kind of. It's not technically a date.

Eren decided not to dwell on that last part.

He pulled his phone out and kept it under the table as he stealthily checked to see if Levi had texted him.

"No phones at the table, Eren, you know that," his mother piped up from by the fridge.

His guilt filled eyes snapped up to look at her, but she wasn't even focused on him.

I swear all moms must have some kind of sixth sense or eyes in the back of their head, or something.

"Sorry Mom," he mumbled, and slipped his phone back into his jeans pocket.

"He can't help himself, Mom. He's waiting for a text from someone special." Isabel smirked.

"Oh? Did you make a new friend, dear? That's great!"

"Actually, Eren's got a boyfriend." She sat back in her seat triumphantly.

Traitor.

Eren felt betrayed. He was not looking forward to this.

"I do not have a boyfriend. She's lying."

He tried to get out of it.

"You went on a date with a guy who you have a crush on. Same thing."

She wasn't going to let him get out of it.

"I see..." His mother paused for a moment, glancing back at them.

"Well, I suppose that it is about time. You are seventeen, it's to be expected..." She trailed off, as if she was pondering what to say.

"Eren." His father's gruff voice filled the silence. He looked up at his father's face, expecting the worst. "As your father, I feel as though I should...explain a few things to you. You do not have to do anything that you don't want to with this man of yours."

Eren's mouth fell open in shock. He opened and closed it a few times, as if he was mimicking a fish.

Oh fuck, is he about to give me the fucking TALK?! At the breakfast table?! With Mom and Isabel right there?! I would really fucking appreciate it if the ground would swallow me up right now. Just. Anyone. Kill me. Now.

"Dad...it's not like that...you really don't have to..."

"No, this is important. I should have done this long ago. I didn't because...well...as a straight man, I did not and still don't truly know what to say. But as a doctor, I do. I have experienced the horrors that are STD's through my patients, and let me tell you, it is not pleasant. If you are to have intercourse with this man, you must use protection, you hear me?" Throughout his father's rant, Eren sat in a mortified silence, simply nodding.

"Eren and Levi sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G." Isabel sang under her breath, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

She was quite sadistic when it came to torturing her brother.

"Isabel Magnolia Yeager. You leave your brother alone. This is a big step for him, I am very proud of him, and I'm sure that I speak for your father as well," his mother finally said, coming round the table and pulling him into a half hug as his father nodded along.

Eren blinked, looking from one parent to another with a blank expression. He was getting a Deja-vu feeling. This had pretty much been their reaction to him coming out.

"Uh... thanks? It's not like we're actually dating or anything... I mean, we've been on a date but like... I don't know if we're going to date and stuff..." Eren continued to ramble aimlessly as he felt his cheeks start to flush.

He'd almost forgotten how it felt to be completely accepted, and had to force himself not to get all choked up.

Don't you dare cry like last time, Yeager. Pull yourself together.

"So when do we get to meet this Levi?" his mother questioned innocently.

The idea of his overprotective mother meeting the pint-sized sassy punk that was Levi made the colour drain from his face.

"If we start dating, we'll discuss it then," he reluctantly mumbled.

I'm so fucked.

And not in the good way.


Eren made it to Trost at about eight o'clock. He was an hour early (the performance didn't start until nine), but he'd done that on purpose.

He knew that the moment No Name started their set, he'd be so distracted that he wouldn't be able to give Levi his full attention. So, instead, he got their ahead of schedule so that he could spend some time talking to Levi properly.

Luckily, the club wasn't overly busy when they pulled up. His father smiled at him and patted his knee.

"Have a good time tonight, call me when you want me to pick you up. No later than midnight. If you don't call me by then, I'm parking here and coming in there to get you. Understand?"

Eren nodded frantically. There was no way he was risking Levi seeing him getting marched out of the club by his dad.

"Oh, and Eren, don't forget. Wrap it before you tap it." His father's lips curved up into an amused smile as he saw Eren physically cringe.

"Dad, that's gross, enough with the condom jokes, I get it okay? I'll be safe." Eren opened the door and quickly jumped out, but not before he heard muffled laugher followed by "don't be a fool, cover your tool" which Eren decided to ignore.

He excitedly began walking towards the welcoming entryway. There was some kind of dubstep remix of a popular pop song that he recognized, but could not name, filtering out of the open doors.

The club seemed quieter than usual for a Saturday night, especially a night when No Name was performing. He shrugged the thought off, instead favouring to just get inside.

Let's do this.


Eren grinned as he approached the bouncer, showing him his pass eagerly by waving it near his face. Said bouncer chuckled, and took the pass from him. He checked it, gave it back, and waved him in.

Eren thanked him, rushed inside and began scanning the meagre crowd for Levi.

Remembering that he'd said he'd be working the bar, he spotted it and made his way over, his strides confident and self-assured.

Although he'd never be so self-centred to say it aloud, he knew that he looked hot tonight. He'd chosen a specific outfit where all of the components flattered him.

There were the skin tight black leather pants that he only ever wore when his mother wasn't around to see him. It's not that there was anything wrong with them, he just knew that she wouldn't approve of the way that they hugged his body, especially his ass.

He decided to wear them not only for that reason, but considering the amount of leather that Levi wore, he'd thought that it might impress him.

Then there was his shirt. It was a green No Name band shirt (with black writing) that Mikasa had said complimented his eyes.

It was a loose tank top which exposed his prominent collarbones. He usually would have worn something over the top, like a flannel shirt, but since he was trying to impress tonight, he left it as is.

Due to it being a little baggy, the neckline was rather low, meaning that a large part of his chest was exposed. It was also quite long, ending at the top of his thighs.

He'd brought a black hoodie—which he was carrying at the moment—just incase he got cold later on.

He also had on his trademark beanie, bracelets and key, all things that he rarely left the house without. On his feet were his usual pair of black high top converse; for footwear he preferred comfort over appearance.

The inside of the club was just as muted as the outside.

The music wasn't blasting out (although that was typical of Trost; the manager didn't like it when the music was ear-splittingly loud, and Eren couldn't agree more), and there weren't many people dancing. In fact, there weren't many people at all, even if he was an hour early.

It was then that it hit him.

It was Saturday the 7th of October, the day of that big football game that Eren really didn't give a shit about.

Due to Shiganshina—their town—being quite suburban, there were really only two main high schools in the immediate area. They often competed against one another in sports events that were held on the first Saturday of every month.

Last month it had been the basketball teams; this month it was the two football teams.

Sina High's Shifters vs St. Maria High's Titans.

The reason that the club was sparsely populated was because nearly everyone under 21 attended these events religiously, and then went to house parties afterwards held by the winners.

Not that Eren was complaining, he wasn't really a fan of big crowds anyways. Also, less people meant more chance of him being able to get to the front.

He sat down onto a bar stool and rested his elbows on the counter as he waited for Levi to show up.

It didn't take long.

Levi walked out of the door behind the bar, wiping his hands on a paper towel, which he promptly threw into the rubbish bin. Eren watched as he went about getting things in order, his shift having only just started.

It wasn't until he'd tied on the little apron around his waist that he noticed Eren.

Levi picked up a glass from the shelf and moved to stand in front of him, looking down at him with an aloof expression.

"Hey, brat." He greeted.

The nickname itself may have seemed harsh, but the way Levi said it made it sound like a sexy compliment.

"Hey, shortass." Eren retorted.

He made sure that his tone was light and playful, not wanting to offend him, but also not wanting to let him get away with calling him a brat.

He observed as Levi's eyebrows raised marginally, levelling Eren with a look that screamed you're lucky I like you, or else you'd be dead.

"Your eye is looking better today." Levi commented, his piercing eyes studying the younger teen's fading bruise.

Eren reached up and tenderly touched the now yellowing skin around his eye. He'd put a little of Isabel's foundation on tonight to mask it, but he wasn't about to admit that to him.

"Thanks. I did what you said and have been putting ice packs on it when it hurts and stuff, seems to be working." Eren grinned and crossed his legs.

Levi nodded in reply.

"What can I get you?"

Eren shrugged, which earned him an exasperated sigh.

You, naked on my bed, please.

He managed to not actually say that out loud, and instead opted for the safer option.

"Rum and cola?"

He tried.

Levi snorted. "Nice try. Cola it is."

He failed.

Oh well, it was worth a shot at least.

"I'm almost 18, you know. It's not like I haven't tried alcohol before." Eren knew it was a pathetic attempt to impress and he immediately regretted it.

"Oh goodness, why didn't you tell me that before?! Almost 18?! Holy Shit! Forgive me for not realising that you're still under the legal drinking age!" Levi exclaimed sarcastically, placing the glass of cola on the bar in front of him.

Eren pouted, but stayed silent. He knew that he really shouldn't expect anything less from the vertically challenged teen—sass was practically his second language.

"You're an asshole." Eren muttered and sipped at his drink, lifting it as Levi began wiping down the bar.

He's already cleaned it at least three times since I sat down, does he have OCD or something?

"Am I? I see. If I am, it's your fault." Levi replied, his eyes shining with that look Eren now knew meant he was about to sass him again.

"How the hell is it my fault?!" He gave in, rising up to Levi's accusation.

"Well, it's simple really. I'm just practicing for the large amount of time that I'm going to be spending in your asshole."

Once again, Eren's mouth fell open, appalled (and slightly excited, but he would deny that till the day he died) at the crude statement.

"You might want to close that. It could give me some naughty thoughts." Levi winked and walked away to take someone's order; effectively preventing Eren from providing a comeback.

Why? Why do I even put up with this? He thought grumpily.

He really did try to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind, but it spoke up regardless.

Because you're in love with him.


Notes:

Konnichiwa Minna!
Chapter 8 is done guys ^^
This one is definitely the longest so far.
Also, currently, Eren is 17. In England, the legal driving age is 17/18,
the legal age of consent (to have intercourse) is 16, and the legal drinking age is 18.
My beta told me to mention this cause it's apparently different in America?
This is just a warning, because I will be writing to those laws :3
Until Next Time!

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