AN: Sorry, because of a trivial issue that ended up greatly disappointing me today, I'm not really in the mood to write a cheery little note. Here's a short chapter though.
Chapter Fourteen- We All Like Free Food
Ymir madly clicked the eraser of her mechanical pencil against the surface of her desk, watching with a half-lidded stare as the classroom clock clicked ever closer to our release time. As seconds passed, the constant clicking grew faster and louder. I glanced over in mild surprise at her unusual degree of impatience. "Have somewhere to be?" I muttered, well within earshot.
"No" she calmly replied in a harsh contrast to her current and spastic actions.
I raised a brow momentarily, then ran my fingertips beneath my notebook in preparation to close it. Maybe this is good. She'll be in too much of a hurry and I'll have an excuse as to why I didn't ask her out, I mentally rationalized, an erratic thump interrupting my steady heartrate.
Sasha and her small group were complaining that they still hadn't met my "lesbian friend." I had no clue as to what had them so riled up. Isn't Eren gay? Why's this such a huge deal?
The bell suddenly rang from out in the hall and Ymir was up within the next second. She swung her bag over her shoulder and sauntered towards the exit at an unusually quick pace.
"Wait" I blurted, biting my tongue immediately after. Fantastic. For once I had an excuse, and I completely wasted it with a single, stupid syllable.
She turned around, still looking rather relaxed and composed. "I mean, uh, if you really don't have anywhere you need to be. It'll just take a moment" I rambled, still firmly seated.
She glanced half-heartedly at our retreating classmates, then gave a slight shake of her head. "My only plans were to get shit-faced drunk. And although I'd like to get to it as quickly as possible, I can spare a minute or two" she honestly answered, taking a few steps back over.
I blinked at her bluntness, though I really shouldn't have been even partially surprised by her characteristic demeanor by this point. The one thing that nagged at me for the small period after was how tired she looked. Even more depressing was how easily she hid it. I always managed to unconsciously look beneath the surface, unfortunately.
Maybe she had fought with her girlfriend again. They seemed to do that quite often. Or perhaps she was having school-related problems. In the end though, I supposed that it wasn't truly my concern if she didn't feel obliged to share.
"Alright" I simply acknowledged. "Well I hate to put you in this annoying situation, but my friends have been absolutely dying to meet you." My tone was dreary and effectively portrayed my pre-exhaustion.
"You have friends?" Was her blank, initial reply.
I released a single, dry chuckle. "Who would've thought, huh?"
Ymir snorted and ran a few fingers through her tussled hair. "Humor aside, sure. But if it involves food, which I expect it will, you're paying."
"Of course" I answered without hindrance. She gave a small smirk.
"Text me later" she said in a low tone, finally able to make her escape.
I grabbed the straps of my bag and stiffened before rising out of my seat. Outside the windowpane, the accumulated snow was melting into a messy and much less appealing slush. Exhaling through my nose, I briefly had a solemn, poetic thought: shit.
AN: I hope everyone's weekend has been okay. I start school again on Wednesday so... yay.