CHAPTER 6

It hadn't been love.

Well, that was what I wanted to make myself believe.

We had been dating for a couple of weeks now, though that was only when we made it official. The two weeks after we had spent the first night together, had been messy and weird. There was really no other way to describe it. It was actually still messy and weird, but at least I could say that we were a couple now.

Yeah, at least I had that.

"Oi, brat. Are you finished with this?"

He was pointing at a glass half-filled with orange juice that was placed on the table in front of me. I put down the magazine that I had been reading, to look at him.

"Are you serious? No, of course not. I only poured, like, it 10 minutes ago," I said with a blank face expression. I knew he would be annoyed, but I didn't know that he would actually hit me. It was a mild slap at the back of my head, but I still pretended that it hurt more than it did.

"That's 9 minutes too long. And don't get all sassy with me, brat." He pushed to glass closer to me. "Drink it,"

I looked at the glass of juice, not really wanting it anymore.

"No, I don't want it right now,"

He sighed, then grabbing the glass and walking away too quickly for me to react in time.

"Hey!" I yelled, a bit frustrated. I jumped up from the chair, chasing after him into the kitchen. "Give it back!"

He quickly put the glass down in the sink, and then turning around to block my way.

"You can't just take it, I wasn't done with it!" I stopped right in front of him, not sure what my next move would be.

"You're such a brat, pouring something, and then not drinking it. I bought that juice with my own money, so actually I can do whatever I want with it,"

That shut me up, but of course he just had to add an extra comment. "Besides, you said you didn't want it, so what's the big deal?"

I groaned in annoyance, facepalming myself.

"I didn't say that! I just didn't want it right now,"

There was a long pause, before Levi started laughing. It was rare to see him laugh, but I was too irritated to fully enjoy it.

"Hey, don't laugh at me! I'm serious," I pushed him back, pouting like a little child. "You don't respect me at all,"

I didn't see it coming at all, but he had suddenly grabbed my hair, yanking my head down a bit. His face was so close that I could feel his hot breath against my skin. I grit my teeth, breathing heavily as well.
"How can I, when you're just a little punk, who doesn't even now what you want. You're too young to be taken seriously,"

The last part he had mumbled under his breath, before pressing his mouth against mine, too roughly. I grabbed his shirt so that my knuckles ended up with a white colour, but I wasn't able to push him away again. So I just clung to him, letting him dominate me.

He pulled my head back a moment after, leaving me gasping for air.

"See? You don't even know if you should be turned on or angry right now," He smirked at me. "It's the hormones, I tell you."

He released me right after, so he could turn around and clean the glass.

I just stood there, staring into the back of his neck.

God, how could he annoy me this much, and still get me so turned on?

He was probably messing with me right now. Teasing me. Wasn't he? I tried tuning in on his thoughts, something that I rarely did.

... Stupid brat, getting so worked up over a glass of juice. How can he look so ridiculously hot, when he's mad? I need to piss him off more often.

My cheeks started burning up, and I pulled back out of his head.

So he was doing it on purpose. Probably because he liked dominating me. That was actually something that I had noticed. Levi always had to be in control – He always needed to have the last word as well, and he wouldn't let me do anything reckless. He was almost very possessive of me, but I kinda liked that about him. It made me feel liked I actually mattered to him. That I wasn't just a sex object to him, but something more. Of course, I could just read his mind to find out what he thought of me, but I didn't want to do that. Sometimes it was both a blessing and a curse to have such an ability. And I was sure that Levi would kill me if he ever found out. The thing with him liking to have control, probably also meant that he didn't want his boyfriend snooping around inside his head, leaving him with no privacy whatsoever.

The thought gave me a really bad concience. Sometimes my mind just listened on its own. I could only close everything out if I was concentrating, and sometimes I just didn't have the strength to do so.

I left the kitchen only to end up lying on the sofa in front of the TV. It was turned off, so I just lay there, covering my face with my arms. I could hear Levi rummaging in the kitchen.

Probably cleaning. As always, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.

"Oi, brat, why did you h – Shit!"

A loud noise and Levi letting out a cry made me jump up from the sofa. I turned around to see Levi lying on the floor.

"What happened?" I asked confused, rushing to his side. He rolled over on his back, groaning in pain.

"You're shitty shoes happened!" He yelled, annoyed as fuck. I looked over to see my shoes on the floor, beside the kitchen counter. You wouldn't be able to see them if you were behind the counter and walking towards the table, as I was imagining that Levi had been doing.

"Are you alright?" I helped him up to stand again, but he couldn't put pressure on his right foot.

"I think it's sprained ankle," I said under my breath. Levi grunted, clinging to my arm so he wouldn't fall down again.

"Piece of shitty, fucking mo – " He kept mumbling horrible cuss words, some that even I hadn't heard before, when I put an arm behind his knees and back. I lifted him up in one quick motion, surprising him.

"Oi, what are you doing? Stupid brat, put me down!"

I giggled when he tried to swing his legs over, only making my grip tighter.

"Stop moving, I'm just helping you,"

"You're not helping me, you was the one who damaged me!"

"Which is just more reason for me to help!"

There was really nothing he could do. I carried him over to the sofa, where I had been lying just a few seconds ago.

"I'm calling Petra," I announced, with a voice that told him not to protest. After putting a pillow under his foot that was resting on the table, I grabbed the phone and typed in her number.

"Hello, Levi?"

"No, this is Eren,"

"Oh, Eren! It's so good to hear from you. Is everything alright?" She sounded genuinely happy, which made me smile. I hadn't known her for very long, yet she was still so kind to me.

"Everything is fine, but I think that Levi sprained his ankle, and – "

"Because Eren is a stupid brat who doesn't know the word cleaning!" Levi yelled behind me, and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly in a sour mood. I shushed at him, like parents did to their children, before turning back to the conversation.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you would mind coming over, you know, just to check if everything is alright?"

"Of course! I'll be there in 20 minutes,"

I hung up and put down the phone, before sitting down beside Levi again.

He ignored me though, just staring right ahead, pretending not to notice me.

"You're such a child, you know that?"

He still didn't move, but his bottom lip trembled lightly and he looked really pissed off. He was probably forcing himself not to let out a bunch of cuss words again. The thought made me laugh, and I moved closer to him.

"Leeeeevi ... I'm sorry. Don't be mad, okay?" I whispered, my mouth close to his ear.

He still didn't react. I sighed – what else did he wan't me to say?

I started kissing his neck, making him tense up. I didn't let that have an impact, since I just kept going, letting my hand rub his chest.

"Come ooon, don't be such a baby." I paused, finally realising what he wanted to hear. "I promise I'll be better at cleaning then,"

"You better be," He mumbled irritated, but he still turned his head to face mine. I kissed him, still with a smile on my face, and I could feel how his body started relaxing.

We sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying ourselves. His hands were on my hips while mine were buried in his soft, black hair. I caressed it slowly, keeping my eyes closed.

The apartment was nice and quiet, and the only few sounds were coming from us everytime our lips parted for only a millisecond, before pressing against eachother once again.

That was why we so quickly tore our bodies from each other, when we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled, my face a bit flustered, and the door opened slowly.

"Hey guys," Petra smiled, as she walked in, closing the door behind her. She took off her shoes at the entrance – which made Levi quickly send me that look – before walking over to the sofa. She was still in her uniform, clearly coming straight from work.

"You had a great timing, I was just about to get into my car when you called," She smiled at me, before sitting down on her knees so she could face Levi's foot. He took off his sock and pulled up his thight pants.

"Well, that was what we were hoping for, so ... " He said, his voice thick with sarcasm. I stuck an elbow into his side, and now it was my turn to send him a look.

Petra just laughed in response, clearly used to Levi's way to say things. She started touching his foot at different places, and with different levels of pressure. Levi flinched at them, but he didn't speak. He hated showing weakness, yet he still grabbed my hand. I bit my bottom lip not to protest when he started holding it too tightly. It didn't matter, though – I was just happy that he had let me support him, even if it meant only holding his hand.

"Well, good news is that it's just a sprained ankle," Petra finally said, standing up again.

I furrowed my eyes, a bit concerned when hearing her pause.

"And the bad news?"

So, in the next chapter Levi will start to get suspicious of Eren. It's gonna be fun to write!

I hope you'll like it, so until then - Have fun xoxo