AN: Looks like this will be my last week of school. So hopefully by the next upload, I'll be done with this school crap until August, I think. I mean, I still have state testing, but that shit's easy when you realize it's graded on a curve, lol.
Chapter Twenty Five- Friends?
My own pale face stared back at me through the full-length mirror. Sasha was cackling over something one of her classmates had said just outside the room. It was late in the evening or, after checking my phone clock, very early that morning. I was still trying to gauge how much alcohol I'd consumed. Based on the slight blurriness of my vision, I'd say too much.
It must have been over an hour since Ymir left me at my dorm. I'd been in an odd, useless haze, so I was left standing clueless and immobile. I knew I wasn't tired enough to be able to fall asleep. Yet I denied Sasha's request to come hang out. This is what happens when you do all of your weekend homework Friday evening.
Then my phone buzzed in my hand, and I knew I was out of it when I nearly threw the suddenly moving object against the wall out of surprise. I inhaled deeply before looking down at the glowing screen. I flipped open the phone.
"I'm assuming you're free Friday night" the text read. Ymir was as eloquent as ever.
"Rude assumption, but yes" I replied. I took a few steps backward and seated my slowly tiring body on the edge of my bed. Sure, I wasn't the epitome of popularity, but I couldn't imagine that the nosy lesbian was any better. Why am I even pissed?
It was a matter of thirty seconds before the mobile buzzed again. "Lol. Don't break down and have an anxiety attack, but you're coming to Levi's with Annie and me."
"What do you mean, like, a party?" I furrowed my brows, recalling that she'd mentioned this Levi guy multiple times before.
In the extra time it took for her to respond, I could hear her condescending, raucous laughter in my head. "Yeah, something like that. I'll call and pick you up Friday." There were a few moments that passed until a second, final text arrived. "Get some sleep, blondie. And don't think about tomorrow's inevitable hangover."
Instead of replying, I simply groaned and leaned back against the mattress. I covered my eyes with a limp arm, wishing the darkness of the room would engulf me. I hated Ymir and her manner of throwing things upon me. She was a massive stressor. But she gave me things to look forward to.
That night, after tossing around for another hour in bed, I dreamt I was surrounded by Ymir and a hundred of her equally as gay, equally as irritating friends.
Monday morning I attempted to peer over the mound of textbooks balanced in my grasp as I scurried between buildings. I was cautiously avoiding any remnants of ice or slush, and the rays of sunlight targeted directly at my eyes didn't help much either. Unable to see directly in front of me, I had no time to help myself when a guy with his eyes on a phone screen came speed-walking forward. His shoulder bumped mine roughly and I immediately felt the entirety of my weight teeter.
Luckily, an angel of a bystander caught the three topmost books before they could slide to the cement. I repositioned myself and glanced over, already feeling the polite smile itching its way on. "Thank you-"
I stopped, actually seeing who my rescuer was. A pair of gold eyes blinked down, my books effortlessly and securely held against her hip. "Hey blondie." Of course it was Ymir. Who else would it be? Definitely not one of the other hundreds of students, I can surely say that.
"Are you stalking me?" I absent-mindedly blurted, briefly wondering why she would be in the freshman wing of classrooms.
She cracked a surprised, amused smile. "No. Is that an activity I should be considering?" She appeared prepared to laugh at her own statement until a voice shouted her name from across the courtyard.
She turned back, directing her gaze on Annie and a tall boy accompanying her. "I'll see you guys in class!" Ymir loudly replied, waving the two off. Annie nodded and readjusted the straps of her bag, then guiding her companion in the opposite direction.
"Why aren't you-?" I began to inquire. She nonchalantly cut me off.
"We were just walking to our next class, and I saw you struggling for a few moments. How about you let me carry these to wherever you're headed?"
She was very up front, I'd give her that. I shrugged, not willing to refuse help. "I'm headed to English. It's not far" I said calmly. So I guided her into the next building and toward the quiet classroom. When we reached the door, I paused.
"Thanks for Saturday" I muttered, eyes fixated on the scuffed linoleum. She was quiet; probably shocked at any display of gratitude from me. It was much more characteristic of me to send her off with a snarky retort, after all.
"Oh, yeah" she responded in an even tone. It was a bit light too, a little heart-warmed. "Sure. If you ever… well, you know." I didn't look up to gauge her reaction, but envisioned the taller woman slightly awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not much company, but if you ever need to just get away from everyone else. I… I guess you get it." She chuckled softly. Neither of us were any good with this gross emotional stuff.
"And hey," she then said in a more upbeat tone, "If you thought Saturday gave you a fantastic hangover, just wait until this weekend." I couldn't help grimacing, yet quickly laughed thereafter.
"Why are you always trying to get me drunk?" I asked in exasperation.
Ymir tilted her head. "Because drunk Christa is so entertaining." I had the unprecedented urge to smack that grin right off of her stupidly beautiful face.
"Whatever" I concluded with a mildly amused snort, relinquishing the rest of my textbooks from her hold. "I'll see you later."
She saluted, and I had the terrifyingly accurate notation that Friday was going to arrive much too soon.
AN: Review? Perhaps? I've been thinking about writing a second part to a MadoHomu one-shot I wrote awhile ago, when I should be working on this. I need some words of encouragement, dammit. I'm good-for-nothing yuri trash, after all T-T