A/N: i was a bit inspired by the song "Fight for me" From Heather's the Musical. So here's some High school AU!


Hey, Mister No-name Kid


Why was it that High School fights seemed to garner more attention than most tussles that happened outside of the school vicinity? Was it that teenagers were just more generally aggressive, and full of raging spirit and hormones? Was it that the loud hooting coming from the ring of Freshmen, Juniors and Sophomores surrounding the two boys grappling at each other incited the hype? Was it that the teachers attempting to break up the fight only caused more of a commotion that further riled the kids up?

The cafeteria became more of a screaming jungle the moment a fist collided with a cheek.

Annie found it ludicrous, annoying… And yet so-very intriguing. Being a senior, she sat with the rest of the disgruntled older teens at the back of the Cafeteria, she sipped idly at her milk, watching with the slightest bit of interest as the darker haired youth tackled the taller blond boy, knocking him to the ground. Loud "Ah's!" and "Oh's!" erupted from the crowd of teenage spectators.

"Check it out. Jean punched that kid out twice, and yet he still gets up! Kid's got more fight in 'em than anybody here." Reiner, the famed quarterback of Maria High school commented, folding his arms.

Bertolt, a tall quiet young man who looked more twenty-five than eighteen shook his head solemnly.

"They're so loud. It's almost the end of the year. Couldn't they have waited until schools out?"

"As if!" Reiner chortled. "What would they have to fight about then?"

Bertolt shrugged, he stood grabbing his tray. "I'm going to head to class early, meet me after school."

"I'll tell ya' who won!" Reiner called after him as Bertolt slipped away among the chaos.

Annie could see the dirty blond youth, the one called Jean who tried so hard to be the bad boy of the school, trying desperately to break free from the darker-haired boy's choke hold. His gasping red face almost made him resemble a fish out of water. The corner of her lips curled just slightly.

Not bad…

The darker-haired boy seemed to have the upper hand now. He blew strands of chestnut hair from his face, his forearms tight around the other boy's neck. Annie shifted to the side as another student got in her line of vision.

That kid does kind of have nice arms…

Reiner tutted. "Shit. Look whose coming."

Annie turned her head, just as the raven-haired dean of Maria High school strode through the cafeteria doors, looking for all of intent and purposes, pissed off. The crowd of students sensing impending doom hastily stepped out of the dean's way as he made a path through to the center of the excitement with a hard-earned glare.

The darker-haired boy still had his arms wrapped around Jean's neck, but Jean had rolled them both onto their backs, so that the other boy was pinned underneath him, Jean tried to elbow him in the gut when two finely polished leather shoes stopped in front of his face.

"Jaeger. Kirstein."

The boys inclined their heads to meet the steely gray eyes of Mr. Ackerman. The taciturn, short yet terrifying when furious dean of Maria High school. She couldn't see too much, what with the sophomores milling about, but Annie was sure both boys had gulped the moment Mr. Ackerman spoke their names in that calm tone of his.

"Both of you. In my office. Immediately."

The boys released each other. Staggering to their feet, Jean nearly tripped twice over those steel-toed boots of his. Both appeared haggard and out of breath. Sporting scratches and bruises here and there. Jaeger's shirt collar was stretched across chest, and two band patches hung from loose threads of Jean's biker jacket. Mr. Ackerman fixed them with that clipped stare, before turning to the audience who watched them with rounded eyes.

"if any of you wish to accompany Jaeger and Kirstein then I suggest you get back to your tables."

Even if the threat seemed far-fetched to Annie's ears considering there was no way Mr. Ackerman could apprehend all of Maria High school's students, Mr. Ackerman had enough of that cold ferocity in his eyes that he could scare students back into their seats. Soon all the Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors were back to conversing with their friends, eating their slightly cooled down lunches and sneaking peeks as the dean marched both boys out of the cafeteria doors.

Reiner blew air out of his nose. "Damn, just when it was getting good."

Annie looked down at her own forgotten lunch as the jungle became a forest full of ambient noise and mindless chatter once more. A Peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a fruit cup. She sighed, Annie had to survive just a couple of more months before it was bye-bye to this hectic zoo and hello to the fresh start of University. She was sure there was not one thing she was going to miss here.

"Hey Annie?" Reiner gazed down at her as she fiddled with her straw, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Who do ya' think would have won that fight? Jaeger or Kirstein?"

"Bold of you to assume I care." She droned.

"Aw, don't lie. You totally do. I saw you checking out the fight. That Jaeger kid was copying some of your moves too!"

Annie blinked.

He was… He was copying my techniques, wasn't he? Or at least trying too.

"More like he was fumbling around trying to land a hit." Annie tucked platinum fringes behind her ear, before standing up with her tray. "And don't compare him to me." She side-eyed Reiner as he snatched the fruit cup from her tray.

"Fine. Fine. But y'know… Maybe he has eyes on you. You never know." Reiner waggled his eyebrows. Annie sneered at him, walking away from the big oaf.

Sure, he does. Not. If he did, he would've noticed that I had my eyes on him all along…


The skin beneath his left eye was an ugly plum color, bad enough that his left eye had swelled to the size of one too. It still ached, and he could barely see through it.

Dammit!

Eren slammed his locker shut, the metal clatter echoed throughout the near empty halls of Maria High school. Mr. Ackerman had kept both him and Jean—the horse-faced asshole—Kirstein after school hours, berating them, and even calling Jean's mother since he had claimed to insinuate the fight, much to Jean's horror.

Their detention lasted until 6:00 pm. When the after school activity clubs where finished. Eren was glad to see that Jean had all but ran out the classroom the moment the last bell rang.

Good. I would've kicked your ass out of school anyway.

Unfortunately, while they weren't suspended or even worse… Expelled. The two still had to attend another week of detention and be forced to sit near each other because apparently it was suggested by Miss Hange, their biology teacher, that the boys wouldn't be so hostile towards each other if they spend another week in each other's company.

Fat chance. Eren gritted his teeth at that.

The hallways were mostly empty now, with only one or two after school students gathering their things from their lockers, office attendees clipped posters for summer events onto the boards that lined the hallway, and the school custodian was busy mopping up some spilled Pepsi while jamming out to 70's rock.

At least it was more peaceful during this hour. Eren exhaled as he pushed through the heavy double doors of the school entrance.

"Hey."

Eren startled, whipping his head to the voice. He saw a blonde girl sitting crossed legged to his right, on the stone steps. She held a busted looking guitar in her hands, wearing her usual ripped stockings, a checkered skirt and the school standard shirt. One of her ears were pierced several times.

Oh. Eren came a little closer. It's her.

"Hi." He stopped just when she looked up at him with those clear blue eyes. That punk girl.

She narrowed her eyes at him, looking him over in a way that felt he was being assessed. Eren didn't like being judged by anyone… But, for once he kept his mouth shut about it.

"You're that kid that fought Jean in the cafeteria." She stated matter-of-factly.

"I am. What about it?"

She shrugged. "Nothing. What was that all about anyway?"

Eren tilted his head. He didn't even know this girl's name, yet he saw her all the time. Sometimes in the hallways, sometimes in the school yard, sometimes in the cafeteria line or even the gymnasium. He knew she was a senior. He knew from his dear cousin Ymir, that she was bred a fighter too. The best of the best when it came to women's lightweight. Eren knew this girl had better things to do than involve herself in childish confrontations. Yet his seventeen-year-old mind couldn't fathom not showing off in front of the punk girl.

He shrugged casually, playing it cool. "We just exchanged a few words, some insults, it got out of hand when I said something about his mom, then he swung at me. I obviously didn't mean it, but Jean's a big softie for his mom."

At this, the blonde girl snorted. "Most boys are."

"So, uh—" Eren shifted from one foot to the other. He nodded to her guitar. "You play?"

She looked down at her beat up instrument. "I wouldn't bring a guitar to school if I couldn't play it."

"Ah—right, right."

"Hey, why don't you sit down. You look fidgety."

"Sure." Eren mentally slapped himself. Looking nervous in front of a senior girl. Jean would laugh that hyena laugh of his if he saw this.

He plopped himself down onto the second stone steps, not too close to her, but not too far either. The blonde began mindlessly strumming the taut strings of her guitar. The spring breeze picked up and ruffled their hair, more afterschool kids were piling out of the school, some parents were parked in front of the building, waiting for their sons or daughters.

"So, Jaeger. Huh?"

"Huh?" He raised a brow at her.

"Jaeger?" She inclined her head, peering at him through light colored fringes. "That's your last name. right?"

"Uh… Yeah?" Eren became puzzled. "You, uh—don't know my name?"

"Should I? I don't know most Junior names, honestly." She pursed her lips in thought. "Hm, but I do see you around a lot."

"You do?!"

"Oh, yeah. You're that quiet kid, always keeping to himself. Not really getting involved with any cliques or clubs. A real nobody."

Eren deflated. "A nobody?"

"Don't worry." The punk girl waved a hand. "It's good to be a nobody sometimes. You don't get into drama er—" She looked closer at his bruised eye, "—at least not too much drama."

Eren flushed. More at their proximity than anything else.

Her eyes are a very bright, and cool blue. Pretty…

"Mister no-name kid."

"Huh?" He turned to her again. She had gone back to strumming her guitar, only this time the uneven notes took to a soft tune.

"It's what I call you. Because I never knew your name, yet I always seem to notice you out of everyone in this school. I don't even care for the seniors I hang out with much, so it's kind of… Strange."

Eren felt something like butterflies burst in his gut.

God, I hope that's not gas…

"Strange, huh?" He cleared his throat. "Well I—I've always noticed you too. But I don't know your name either."

She stopped strumming for half a second, and in that half-second, he saw something akin to a smile adorning her pink lips.

"You can call me Annie. Leonhardt, Annie."

Eren grinned crookedly. Smiling made his left eye ache like a bitch, but he was feeling a tad to giddy right now to care. He held out his hand to the punk girl—to Annie.

"Annie. I'm Eren. Eren Jaeger."

She took his tanned palm into her own. Surprising Eren by just how small her hands were.

And yet they can pack quite a punch or, so the tale goes.

"You sort of held your own in that cafeteria earlier, but your grappling was sloppy."

Eren laughed. "Heh, yeah I mean—I wasn't really putting any effort into it, y'know?"

"How about," She tugged at his hand, so she could lean in to him, "I teach you a thing or two about real fighting, Eren?"

Eren swore he could hear his own heart beating like a drum in his ears. "I—I would like that."

This time she gave him a genuine smile.