Chapter 9
"Do you think I'm more ivory or porcelain?" Mikasa asked Historia.
"Definitely ivory, you're not white pale, you're like silver pale, shimmery," Historia said. Mikasa agreeing, put porcelain back and added ivory to her pile. Historia moved to the lipstick section and picked up a bubblegum pink shade and a strawberry shade and put them in her basket.
"This color would suit you so well," Historia said, while holding up a pale rose shade of lipstick.
"You think? I'm not usually someone who wears lipstick," Mikasa said. Historia placed the lipstick into her basket.
"Today you are," Historia insisted.
"You're the expert." Both girls then made their way to the checkout.
After piling all of their shopping bags into the trunk, the girls hopped into the front seats.
"Alright, school time," Historia said, stopping in. Mikasa started the ignition, and they were off. "So, looking forward to our study in tonight?" Historia asked.
"I've never had anyone over, so it'll be certainly interesting," Mikasa replied.
"Don't worry, you'll have fun, I promise."
"I'll take your word for it."
They parked the car and grabbed their things from the back.
"Hey!" someone called.
"Hey girls!" Historia called back. Ymir and Annie joined their group and greeted them.
"So, are we still on for tonight?" Ymir asked.
"Yep, and her brother isn't going to be there," Historia explained. Mikasa looked at the blonde.
"How did you know?" Historia shrugged.
"He told me."
"Anyway, I actually wanted to ask you something, Mikasa," Ymir said. "So, I have this substance and it helps me think, now it is sometimes frowned upon, but it's hella fun to do." The blackette raised an eyebrow.
"Are you talking about marijuana?" she asked. "You're wondering if you can smoke it at my house?"
"Pretty much," Ymir replied.
"Well, I've always wanted to try it and I guess tonight would be a good time," Mikasa said. Ymir clapped her hands together and the girls made their way into the school.
"You're won't regret this..."
As students piled into the classroom, Little Mix discussed their lyrics for their song.
"So, we want this song to be upbeat, but not too much, because we want to get the message across," Historia explained, pulling their lyrics out of her bag.
"Agreed, so a catchy song would be best," Annie added. Petra walked up to the girls and gave them a bright smile.
"Hello girls, just thought I'd come over and check to see how your song is coming along," she said.
"Good, do you want to take a look?" Historia asked. Petra happily took the papers handed to her and skimmed over the words. Nodding to herself, she handed it back.
"That's amazing, girls. I can't wait to see your performance. Listen, our school was chosen to sponsor in the music festival in 2 weeks and they wanted 3 bands to perform in the showcase and with this song, I'm sure you would be chosen," Petra explained. The girls looked at each other in surprise.
"You really think so?"
"Of course, keep up the good work." And with that, she walked away.
"Oh my God, if this isn't motivation, then nothing is," Ymir commented.
"Agreed," Mikasa said. "But, if we do get chosen, we will have to write a whole new song." The girls nodded. "Well, I say challenge accepted, this was the reason I chose to attend this college and there will be worse hoops to jump through," Mikasa explained.
"We can do this," Historia added.
Throughout the entire class they discussed more lyrics to add to their current song, and then more ideas for a new song if they were chosen to perform in the festival. What an opportunity this was. To perform in front of a real audience, and to release their inner songs.
"I have an idea," Annie suddenly said. There was five minutes until class ended and they couldn't come up with any ideas for their new song.
"We're listening," Ymir said.
"Why not do an anthem?" the blonde suggested.
"An anthem..." Historia repeated. "I like it."
"What would we be supporting?" Mikasa asked. Annie smirked.
"Leave that to me."
Later that day, Mikasa was with Eren at a local cafe for lunch.
"An anthem?" Eren questioned, putting a lid on his drink. Mikasa nodded.
"I really like the idea, it will really move the audience, if we are chosen that is," the girl explained. They both took a seat at one of the tables.
"So, what's the anthem about?" Eren asked.
"It's a surprise, no one knows except for our band," Mikasa said. Eren laughed.
"Well, I guess I better buy a ticket and find out for myself."
"If we are chosen," Mikasa reminded him. Eren waved his hand carelessly.
"Of course you'll be chosen, you four are some bad ass chicks who don't seem the type to give up so easily, even if you don't win a spot," Eren explained. Mikasa smiled.
"Thanks Eren." Outside, it started to spit rain. "Hopefully, it won't get worse then this," Mikasa commented.
"It shouldn't, this is California, it doesn't rain very often," Eren replied. Mikasa crossed her arms.
"Yes, I know, I live here."
"Mikasa." Both teens turned to see a brunette male.
"Hey Jean," Mikasa greeted.
"Haven't seen you for a while, how have you been?"
"Good, I just started at Trost University," she explained.
"Right, well, you look great, well actually, you look just as beautiful as ever." Eren tsked and Jean turned to him, only now realizing he was there. "Something wrong?" Jean demanded. Eren bared his teeth and glared.
"Oh nothing, but we were in the middle of a conversation," Eren retorted.
"Oh yeah, a nice conversation about the weather."
"It's called small talk, and seems all you know how to do is fawn over her," Eren growled.
"Who are you? Her boyfriend!?" Jean snapped. That question silenced Eren. Was he? Eren turned to Mikasa, while Jean smiled smugly. "Didn't think so, nice seeing you, Mikasa, as always," the brunette waved good-bye, and it was back to just the two of them. Mikasa placed her hands in her hands and groaned.
"What did you do that for?" she demanded. Eren gave her a shocked stare.
"Me?" he questioned. "He was the one being a jerk!"
"You started it, Eren. That was my ex," Mikasa explained.
"I can see why you broke up with him," Eren grumbled.
"Why I broke up with him is irrelevant, he is still a great guy and I don't want any friction between you two." Eren went quiet. The silence stretched for a while, until Mikasa broke it. "What's wrong?" Eren sighed.
"What am I to you?" Mikasa reeled back. "Cause considering what just happened, obviously you don't see me as a boyfriend, so what?" Mikasa remained speechless, mostly because she didn't have an answer. She has never been in a real relationship before, she didn't know what to expect. And more importantly, she didn't know what Eren expected from her. She knows she likes him, hard not to. But was this the boy she wanted to commit herself to?
"Eren..." she started. The brunette simply stared at her. "I just want you to know, that I have no idea what I'm doing." Eren's eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?" The female took a breath.
"I've never experienced this sort of relationship before and it will confuse me for a while," she continued.
"So, you don't know what you want?" Mikasa hesitantly nodded. She did know one thing, to make relationships stronger, you had to be honest about everything. Eren leaned back in his chair. "Right, I understand. We've barely known each other a week and already I'm expecting more from you. Guess we should've had the emotional connection before the physical one. You can blame my incompetence." Mikasa became hysterical.
"No, Eren! You don't understand-"
"No, you don't understand, and I shouldn't force you." Eren grabbed his drink and stood up. He began to walk away, leaving Mikasa sitting, shell-shocked. Why did men always assume? She started to get angry, when Eren appeared again. "Actually, you're my ride home..."