A/N: warning! Regime-related-homophobia and slight mentions of sex, but nothing big. This chapter has a different pairing in mind, but EreMika is endgame, don't worry, my fellow fans.

Mikasa

That night, Mikasa did not return home. She had walked with Annie on the streets of their small town up until sunrise. They had their school bags over their shoulder and they smelled like bubblegum. Everything tasted like a surreal peace, the streets were empty, the windows closed and their spirits free from trivial matter. Annie looked at the night sky and took a deep breath: the city lights allowed them to see almost to no stars.

"And Mika, believe me, I can't wait to go to college, study Literature all day long and get out of this town full of ..."

" idiots high on mediocrity?" Mikasa replied and bumped slightly into her. She felt that night in September was pulled out straight from a French film. Annie's father had always wanted for her to join the army. She wanted to do as she'd been told, but in the end…she felt delighted when her father told her a literature teacher was still a respectable job.

They both chuckled and linked arms with one another. There was nobody else on those streets and everything was so strange, so different, so full of life, it was like they were at the brink between an endless number of worlds. The moon shone on them with thousands of possibilities. Mikasa liked Annie's black leather trench coat and Annie liked Mikasa's calm yet electric voice.

They stumbled on rustic candy shop along the way. It was obviously closed, but a few tables were still left outside. Annie let her go and grabbed two chairs from a nearby pile.

"Come on, sit" and she dropped the two chairs down by one of the tables. Mikasa followed her instructions, and the other girl sat too. The black-haired girl took a cigarette from her backpack and looked around her: a nice small table with Annie at the other end, a small street, some dull city lights and the smoke from her cigarette rising in the air.

"What a romantic setting we have…" Mikasa whispered.

"Perfect for a date, right?" Annie rested her chin in her hand and smirked at her. The other mimicked her moves and also smiled.

"Well, I wouldn't really call it a date" she teased Annie.

"I see, why not then?"

"Well, for starters, there are no refreshments."

"I beg to differ!" And Annie took a thermos out of her bag. She poured semi-cold tea and passed it to Mikasa. The other girl crossed her legs and grabbed the offering but at the same time, Annie reached for Mikasa's cigarette and stole it from her fingers. Taking a long drag, Annie raised an eyebrow.

"An eye for an eye, wouldn't you say so? "

"Does my cold tea pleased you into thinking this is a nice date?" Annie said mischievously. Mikasa could only nod.

"Agreed. So, what are people talking about on a date, anyway?"

"Like I give a shit about a bunch of normies… What do you want to talk about?" Annie asked the other girl and put her legs on the table. Mikasa managed to sneak a peek on her long legs, clad in fishnets tights. They were so pale and intriguing.

"No one asked me about that before." She blushed and hid her face in the red scarf around her neck. It was a gift from Eren from a long time ago and although they were currently on bad terms, she refused to take it off, like the widowers who still kept their wedding rings and never remarried.

"What kind of friends would not be interested in you? Looks to me you've been hanging with the wrong crowd then."

"This is the pot calling the kettle back. At least my friends are not kissing the Titan Party in the ass 24/7" It was true. Annie used to hang around with the teenagers who volunteered for the Party, spend the weekends at Young Titan Committee or some bullshit like that, and always made sure to spread some propaganda with every breath. Reiner and Berthold were a pain in the ass. Especially when they pretended to like you first. At least Annie was naturally unfriendly to everyone.

"I hang out with them only because of my father. He works for the Secret Titan Police. In truth, I would like nothing more than to never see their shit-eating faces again. They are really stupid when you put aside their manipulation skills"

"Seems then you may be just as lonely as me."

"Yeah…" Annie took a drag out of the cigarette. "Maybe we are not that different after all"

They stood in silence for some time, and not the awkward type. It was a calm type of solitude, their souls were bare on the table, their eyes did the talking. In their world, there was simply no more energy for small talk.

"So, what happened between you and Eren?" Annie asked out of politeness.

"Pff, don't even ask, cause believe me, I don't know where to start. I'm just taking a break from him. Might do me good, not being at his service for some time." Mikasa muttered under her breath.

Annie laughed slightly at her.

"Why do you have an interest in Eren all of a sudden? Don't tell me you are trying to recruit him for your Titan Youth Association; we both know he is going to bite."

"Oh, Mikasa, I assure you, I don't care about him. What I'm interested about…it's you"

Mikasa frowned and crossed her arms.

"You know I don't like what you are doing. I'm not fond of the Titans either." She said with precaution.

"No, no, trust me; I'm not talking about the committee…" And then Annie got to her feet and dragged her chair right next to Mikasa's. She plopped back down and got closer to the other girl, invading her personal face. She was frozen on the spot as she felt the other's breath on her face.

Were things supposed to go in that direction? Mikasa felt bad with herself. Annie definitely got the wrong idea about this whole ordeal. She was not there for a rendezvous; she just wanted a break from her green-eyed drama boy. Still, she was not pulling away from Annie; she did not have the power. Because, while the other boys were rude and prosaic, this blonde got under her skin and bit where she was the most vulnerable. Annie served Mikasa the nice illusion that she was worth to be taken interest in.

"I have completely other things in mind…" Annie said and leaned in, closing the space between them. Their lips touched for the longest time.

Mikasa was trapped right into Annie's web. She was bothered by the fact that every person she found solace in tried to get into her pants. But it did not matter. They were doing something terribly forbidden. The Party had a very strict set of laws that prohibited same-sex relationships. And there she was, receiving a kiss from a devoted member in a closed candy shop. This world was beautiful, but very, very confusing.

The regime promoted the strong and capable icon of womanhood. And Mikasa had always felt the pressure of Eren, her friends and parents, to represent that impenetrable independent woman. So that's what she did. She swallowed all her needs with bitterness and pretended she was made of plaster.

But loving someone, and being loved back, meant so much for her. The people around her made fun of it all the time, but was not everything she was doing in life a way to be loved a little more? Being kissed back, loved back was Mikasa's way of seeing color in their sepia-lensed world.

They parted and stared in the other's eyes for a moment only. Blue met pitch black and thousands of questions regarding reason and sanity were left unanswered. Mikasa grabbed Annie's head and pulled her back in a bruising, sloppy kiss. For a while, she was going to pretend that this was the love she had wanted from Eren.

A week had passed since that night. Mikasa was officially in an illegal relationship with her classmate, and the thrill of it wasn't even the best part. Surely, they couldn't throw her in jail, she was underage after all, but if they were found out, the regime and the police would surely held her for a not-so-friendly chit-chat at the local station. And hell would break loose at school, which was the worst punishment for sure.

She remembered what happened to Ymir and Historia, some girls from her class who were also rumored to have a not-strictly-platonic relationship. Her group of friends had definitely not said anything about their subtle hand-holding under the desks, but they were found out eventually. They had tried to fight it for a while, but with the teacher's persecutions and the other student's constant bullying, the couple had no chance of survival. The derogatory looks and bad marks were too much, so they tried the next best thing: forgetting and surviving. Historia went through 5 boyfriends in a month and Ymir, well, she enrolled in the Titan Youth Committee along with Reiner, Berthold and Annie. And things moved on as if nothing had happened.

Mika's face did a grimace of disgust and thought that no matter how her story ended, she was not going to apologize to anyone for being herself.

She was brushing her hair in the mirror while she contemplated the situation. She was going to meet Annie at some nice, secluded bakery later. Things were somehow good.

She thought she was finally getting over Eren. They still lived in the same house and sat in the same bench at school though.

She swore each day she was going to forget him for good. But then she saw his pagan gaze and childish smile and swore she was going to forget him…starting tomorrow.

The phone in the living room rang, breaking her stream of thoughts. Mikasa rose fast from her chair and grabbed the phone handle. A deep feminine voice spoke from the other end.

"Hi there" it said.

"Hello Annie. Why did you call? Did something happen? Can't you make it to our…study meeting?" Mikasa whispered and bit her lower lip in disappointment.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I'm fine…it's just…I'm home alone tonight." The other girl held back a gasp and had her eyes wide. "Why don't you come over instead?" Annie continued in a weird, purring tone. Mikasa knew that voice. It was just like the one Eren used when he had wanted her. But before she had a chance to answer, the other girl hung up quite rudely.

So, she had to make up her mind: stay at home and be safe or jump into the wolf's mouth.

Mikasa grabbed her coat and put her stuff in a bag

The wolf can eat you better anyway, she thought and ran out the door.

She was nervous at first, but Annie greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and guided Mikasa to her bedroom. They sat on the bed, Annie's head in her lap, her pale blue eyes fixed on the other.

"How have you been, dear?" Mika asked her.

"I thought we had no room for small talk. Tell me something interesting "So the black-eyed girl told her about big and small things altogether: her scarf, her family, Milan Kundera, David Bowie, the usual.

When Mika talked about life, Annie asked about hers, when Mikasa talked about films, Annie wondered which one captured the perfect image of the modern misogyny. For every word one of them said, the other replied with the perfect fit. Like those waves from that place far away. They were, for a while at least, stuck in a loophole of an endless push and pull.

And so they talked, talked and talked until their mouths were no longer good for talking. And they both sunk into the mattress and did a horrible yet utterly natural thing. It involved a lot of kissing, exploring, touching and moaning, you get it.

Halfway through, Mikasa straddled Annie panting like she had just run a marathon.

„Annie, this is wrong! We could get into real trouble if we are caught! This is illegal, for god's sake!"

But Annie was having none of it. She grabbed her hair and pushed her back down between her thighs.

„Call it a way to spice up the relationship, then" And so began another satisfying round.

It was true, Mikasa thought, she still loved Eren in a masochistic, hopeless way.

But Annie did that thing with her tongue and Oh God, she forgot about everything.

„Have you done this before, Annie?" Mika asked with curiosity.

„A few times, nothing special really." Annie answered with boredom. They were sitting in her baby blue bedroom; half dressed in the bed, sweaty, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Mikasa was intrigued. With Eren, she certainly used to be overwhelmed with jealousy whenever she found out about the other girls in his life. But with Annie, the fact she dared to defy the regime not once, not twice, but many times while keeping a faithful façade to the Party, made Mikasa...terribly aroused. She felt taken under the wing of a defiant, powerful demon. And in that dark place of their forbidden love, she could truly dare to be herself. Bad parts and all.

The next day, Mikasa woke up feeling more rested than ever. Annie had prepared coffee, acted nicely, and even put on some music. They had breakfast (coffee and cigarettes, to be honest) while they held hands. The pick-up was moved temporally in the kitchen and a record was playing.

Sometimes I feel so happy

, But mostly you just make me mad.

Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Annie felt like she was dreaming. She was with a nice person in a bubble where not even her father could reach. Her smile was a little pained, but she handed her a book before Mikasa left her house. A gift, so to speak, to remember that night.

„It's one of my favorites." She simply said and the other girl looked at the cover.

Paradise Lost. And Mikasa understood the hint quite clearly.

Two weeks had passed. Mikasa asked herself every time before she fell asleep when this dream would end. She enjoyed the time spent with Annie so much, she was finally respected, seen as an individual, taken interest in. She felt the efforts were not in vain. Every hand held under the table, every night they sneaked out, every evening on the phone, the never ending hiding; all of it was manifests of a wonderful fight. And the fruits of their labor were the love itself. But good things did not last around her. So, she thought, who would ruin this nice little world they built around them?

Annie did it. Of course she did. And she was as ruthless as Mikasa expected. After two weeks of endless talks on the phone, zero fights and total acceptance, a piece of paper was passed to her in math class. Mika opened it in a flash. It wrote:

I promise to love you completely in my next life. Forgive me for this one. It's over.

(Could have been) Yours, Annie

Mikasa held her composure like a Spartan for 50 minutes. Why would Annie do this? Did her parents suspected something? Did she not enjoy her anymore? She asked herself a thousand times. The other students were simply caring on with their business about integrals and equations, while she had to endure the world crumbling around her. Of course Annie would do this. Of course she was not worth the risk. The black haired girl held her pencil tightly and wanted to set the school, the city and the whole country on fire. She would save Eren and Armin and watch everything burn with pleasure. Too many times, this regime threw her high in the air only to let her hit the ground helplessly. She was so fed up with things that didn't kill her and only made her stronger.

When the bell rang, she stormed past Eren, past the others and the teacher and ran. Ran, ran, and ran. She ran down the hallways she knew too well, she ran past the cafeteria that only served gruesome food, she ran past the principal's office and past the library. Those places were too familiar. She wanted to lose herself with every step, to find unknown places, to rest in a spot from another dimension. She stopped in the girl's bathroom and locked herself in a stall, but the slur words written on the door were also boringly predictable. She broke down crying and wished to just find a portal to another world where their love was possible and not frowned upon.

She had expected the betrayal, but it still stung like hell. Not like with Eren, that pain was barely bearable, but she just felt once again, left outside in the cold, so to speak, utterly wounded and helpless, with no explanation. Not worth anything, if she wasn't wearing the mask they wanted. Being herself looked at that moment like a luxury she simply didn't have enough cash for.

She thought they could be together for good. Because Annie understood her not so nice parts, that 1% Mika didn't even get about herself. She couldn't believe Annie would tell everyone that she'd lost a good friend, when Mika felt like she'd lost a soul mate. She could've followed her all her life.

But then reality hit her hard. She realized that just because someone gets you, it doesn't mean that you're fit for each other. Life did not work like that.

"Mikasa, if I knew the recipe for love, I would have given it to you already" she remembered the woman from the sea telling her on her last night there.

All they did is a constant contest of who was the coolest, when all she had wanted was for them to be happy while sharing their weaknesses. Maybe, Mikasa thought, she simply loved Annie out of spite. Out of her wish for revolting against the sick Titan regime that had taken away her parents. She believed, for a second only, that if she proved a loved like theirs could prosper in that hideous world, the Titans would admit defeat.

But Mikasa finally felt the spell of love breaking in the darkest hour. Perhaps they should both stop playing the game and face the music: the truth was, Mikasa reminded Annie she was not totally brain-washed by the Government, while Annie…well, she had been all this time a bad substitute for Eren, really. You can't get over the love of your life in two weeks, even with the help of an amazing girl like Annie. Mika liked the affections, the common interests, the reciprocations, but it wasn't the real thing. It did not come from the person she wanted to.

She had loved her, but their love was like the sugar without the calories and the alcohol-free beer. Not the real deal.

And her good-for-nothing friends would just yell what a bitch she was, how women were so complicated anyway and drink cheap beer until they would pass out. No one would get them. What a bunch of cavemen…

After a healthy fit of sobbing, Mikasa rose from the toilet seat and out into the world. She could really use a cigarette right now, but the bell rang 10 minutes ago. She dragged her legs slowly, through the empty corridors, some tears still daring to pour down her face. It was simply over as soon as it stared. And everyone had to get back to their places: Mikasa to her predictably rebellious friends, Annie to her Titan-supportive gang. And the girls would pass each other in the hallways from now on and act like nothing had happened. And it would hurt: one day very much, the next day a little less, until finally, where once stood a deep mutual affection would be only scars, ashes and the void.

Everyone sat in perfect order as the philosophy class was about to start. True to his word, Mr. Ackermann had succeeded to completely charm the kids for the past two weeks. Everyone was all eyes and ears every time he talked about the human being, famous people from the past that shaped the modern way of thinking, different paradoxes and so on.

But the students mostly loved about him that he didn't give two shits about the curriculum and just did whatever he pleased with his class. It was like a breath of fresh air during that whole grey nightmare that was high school about listening, doing as you're told, obeying, and so on.

So everyone put up with his weird tantric about order and cleaning in hope he would not leave their class to another teacher. Each time philosophy began, everything was spotless and the stage was ready for him, with the audience mesmerized from the start.

That day, he entered the class while many pair of eyes followed his every move. He sighed and threw nonchalantly the register on the teacher's desk. His grey suits and white shirt were always ironed and pristine, his haircut on point, and his face clean shaved. But he always sported that bored, neutral look and his eyes had a permanent set of dark circles under them. That was the philosophy teacher for you.

In truth, each time the classes started, he felt like a great actor on stage. And he liked it tremendously: how everyone was paying attention to him, how they thought that whatever he was telling them would really help them in life, how they always had a clever comeback, how everyone saw him as some big guy send from another world to cut the chains holding them captive. They did it so hard he had almost started to believe it too.

Especially some student named Eren. He always sat in the front row with some girlfriend of his, head resting in his hand, with such a dreamy look, Levi was sometimes frightened the kid would fall in love with him. Today however, Levi noticed the chair beside his most eager student was empty. It was odd, but he decided to not press the issue any further, after all, he knew that being a teenager was…a horror show.

"Alright class" he began "before we start dwelling on the matter and the spirit, the two pillars of the existence itself, let's deal with our own business really quick." He grabbed some papers from his suitcase and walked closer towards his students. He took the empty seat beside Eren, because he knew they loved when a teacher actually wanted to know them, mingle with them, instead of just writing words on a board, ruling behind a hideous desk. He wouldn't have it any other way either, so he turned slightly to the side to look at all of them.

"Your tests" his voiced boomed in the room, and the students started a low set of buzzing and whispering to each other.

"Let's see…I was especially pleased with the spontaneous answers, the ones that truly represent you;" the teacher said.

"But mister, how do you know those answers truly represent us?" asked a boy from the middle rows without raising his hand. The others were giggling and smirking with as much discretion as possible.

"What's your name, boy?" Levi asked and rested his chin on his palm, with a calm but albeit curious look.

"Jean Kirstein, sir" The boy answered and rose to his feet.

"Did you sign your test, Kirstein?" The teacher raised an eyebrow at him, fully aware of the show Jean was going to put on.

"No sir, I did not" Jean said with an honest look.

"Then let's find out if I can identify it anyway…" and he started to briefly read one paper after the other, until finally he found something and proceeded to read the test out loud.

"So…Jean, at the question How would I like my homeroom teacher to be? You answer with…Firstly, I would like that person to have character. Did I get it right?" Those brats really think I haven't seen those kind of games before, when in reality I was playing them when they were still in diapers. Levi thought.

"Well, yeah, you did" Jean said with embarrassment and looked down.

"Really? Well congratulations! Congratulations to me, I mean." The class broke down into laughter at their colleague's failed stunt.

"Then Kirstein, enlighten us, what do you perceive to be a person of character?" Levi asked him, but with a serious look on his face this time.

"Well…for example…a person of character is sympathetic towards our doings and…doesn't tell on us to the headmaster for every little bad thing we do." The boy babbled but with a slightly insolent tone.

"Aha, I see now, Kirstein, you used that phrase, person of character, out of sheer terribilism, to impress everyone else. Now you know why I found it easy to find your test?" Levi said with a small pride in his voice, he even smirked a little.

"Ah, and you also gave me an idea" he continued and focused on the whole class "for my next class we will be discussing about a person's character, agreed?" and most of them nodded eagerly with a smile on their faces. Jean sat down and Mr. Ackerman continued to browse their tests. He paused on something.

"Who is Armin Arlert?" he asked with a frown on his face. A blonde boy with glasses from the second row rose slowly, with a slight tremble.

"I am, sir."

"For example, at the same question, he answered with: in no way like Mr. Zeke. Have you personally encountered that math teacher?" Levi fixed Armin with his gaze.

"Well, I haven't, but he teaches my cousin's class. He's vicious." Armin said.

"In your future, it's best that, whenever you do an assessment, you do it based on your own opinions, not others" Levi reprimanded him.

"But why is that, Mr.?" Armin raised his eyebrows and moved from side to side. "Everyone knows about him and his ways"

"I don't care what others know. I know that he's a strict, but a fair teacher. And if some students speak ill of him, it is certainly because of his pretentions with the students." Levi also knew that Zeke was the worst piece of shit in this high school, with his absurd ways of teaching, crude punishments and affinity towards the regime, but he couldn't tell them that. He already broke too many boundaries so far.

"Did I make myself clear? Sit down, Arlert" And Armin sat with quite a defeated feeling inside.

"Mister Socrates! Pardon me for interrupting, but you promised to answer on our question too." A small girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes raised her hand, and Levi puffed at the formal use of his nickname. "What kind of students you hope for?" She continued.

"What kind of students I hope for? Let's think about it…do you know who Phidias was?" And Levi was glad to see a few hands raised up, but Jean waved his the hardest.

"Come on, answer then, Jean, you want to get revenge from earlier, don't you?"

"He lived in the same time as Socrates. Fifth century BC. Ancient Greece. But he was a sculptor."

"Well done, well done Kirstein" The teacher congratulated him.

"Do you know what Phidias used to say about how he made his statues so full of life?" Levi rose from his spot and went to his desk, hopping on the table and crossing his legs.

"The answer is simple. He said that all he had to do was to cast aside the useless marble. Think about it…" and Eren wrote that quote down.

" Now my dear students, today we are supposed to talk about Utilitarism, but I say we ditch that in favor to some good old Greek history lesson. How does that sound? Write down The school of Athens" and so began another hour of Mr. Ackerman's awesome and nonconventional teaching.

Outside of the classroom however, Mikasa didn't even had the power to sob. She knew class had already started and that she would be in trouble if the headmaster saw her, but she simply didn't have the guts to join in. The idea of everyone seeing her so raw and vulnerable, with puffy eyes and a runny nose, sent shivers down her spine

. She wanted nothing more but to be held, sad and broken, by someone, to enjoy being a mess, to belong to someone just as fucked up as her, but each time she had tried that in the past, things turned out badly. So she resulted to kneeling by the door of her classroom, crying out her sorrows and frustrations and licking her wounds in total loneliness. It all ends in tears anyway, she remembered the woman from the sea saying to her last summer.

Levi was strolling through the classroom, his hands behind his back, telling the students about Plato, when he noticed some movement by the door. He made his way towards it, and took a quick glance through the glass opening on the top. Surely though, he saw Eren's desk mate near the door, shaking and hugging her knees to her chest. She looked like the definition of sorrow and suffering. He knew that her life must be confusing, that perhaps her issues were so naive compared to the real world's problem, that this was probably just a girl overreacting because of a failed crush.

He knew, most of all, that teachers don't mingle in student affairs, that they all should be properly detached and follow etiquette. Still, he couldn't help it. He remembered vividly when he was a teenager and there was no one to talk to, no one to call and nobody to understand.

If those kids knew I was a sensitive guy, it would be the end of me he thought and crossed his arms. He leaned against the wall, by the door. He wanted the girl to listen.

"Kids, let's take a break from those ages and return to modern times. I have to admit, from all the Marxist-leftist great thinkers out there, quotations needed, because they're frankly as dumb as a rock, there is one that doesn't completely suck. I'm sure you've all heard of Slavoj Zizek, since our regime promotes him like crazy even though they have no idea what he is talking about. "Some of the students nodded and Levi moved further.

"In one of his works, he talks about the necessity of love. I would recommend that book to anyone who is going through a breakup.

It is written there about the idea of Quantum physics. That before the Universe we all see today, there was, kind of a positively-charged Void. But then things happen when the balance of the world is disturbed.

I am quite fond of this idea very much: the fact that what we call creation is really just a cosmic imbalance, a cosmic catastrophe, and things exist only by mistake. "

No one was moving a muscle, and the audience loved the show he put on.

"And in the book, the only way to counteract it is to accept the mistake and go to the end. We have a name for this: it's called love. And it's an extremely violent act. Love does not mean I love all of you. Love means that I pick out something, a small detail, even if it's a fragile, individual person, and I say, I love you more than anything else. In this quite formal sense, love…is evil"

And then the philosophy teacher rose from his spot and opened the door. He and the girl locked gazes with one another. Levi leaned then in the threshold, crossed his arms again and looked at the ground. He blinked slowly at her. From below, Mikasa couldn't move a muscle. He resembled a retired, depressed, good-for-nothing superhero.

"Yes, love is a catastrophe. It's a crazy illness. Love ruins your life. But the author concludes that he is very sad when he is not in love." The girl managed to smile a little somehow. He leaned a little towards Mikasa's crouched form and whispered, speaking to her personally:

"Listen miss, I don't know who broke your heart. But trust me; it's not worth crying over someone who prefers the dull balance of this world instead of you. True love simply doesn't perish at the slightest inconvenience." Mr. Ackerman truly had his way with words. She didn't have, however, the necessary strength to go up. Facing everyone…

Annie

Eren

It was just too much.

However, that did not mean Mr. Ackerman was not right. He was, once more, totally right about everything. She wondered, for a second, if some had truly ever loved her in this life.

"Come on, let's get you to class." He offered her a hand and she gladly took it. She wiped the tears and joined the others. The teacher's hand on her back slowly guided the girl to her place beside Eren.

All this time, what she really wanted was a helping hand. She had waited and waited for the dumbass next to her to extend it, and in the end she received it from the person she expected the least. Mikasa pulled out a notebook and a pen. Eren tapped her arm and mouthed a "what happened?" but she ignored it. He was too late.

Mr. Ackermann resumed his teachings and everyone acted like nothing happened.

A/N: Hey, it's me again. I just wanted to say, I have my first subscriber and it really keeps me going to write further. A review or a hello means much to any author, remember.

Besitos!