TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SOCIAL ANXIETY, ANXIETY ATTACKS, ATTEMPTED RAPE
Eren:
On Friday, I'm dragged to one of Ymir's end of the year party, which is notorious for how shit-faced people get and the horrible dancing that ensues, by Armin and Mikasa.
I spend way to much time on my hair, trying to go for a wind-swept sexy look, but in the end it looks like I woke up and ran into a tornado. Oh well.
I grab my forrest green hoodie with over lapping wings on the back and throw it on, managing to mess up the 20 minutes of hair fixing to get it looking less 'I went through a wind-tunnel,' lace my converse up, and trample down the stairs to Mikasa's red Jeep.
She pulls out of my driveway once I'm buckled in. I smile at Armin who's currently in the back seat staring at his brown boots guiltily. Weird. The silence in the car was annoying me, so I switch on the radio to some alternative station which gets turned down when we reach a stoplight. I glance over at Mikasa questioningly only to see her stormy eyes.
"Armin told me some man came up to you. Who was he?" I raise my eyebrows. So that's why Armin was acting weird. I remember lunch a few days ago with the shorty who wore a top hat.
"I have no idea." I lean over and turn the radio back up as Echosmith's 'Come With Me' starts playing. Mikasa glances at me from the corner of her eye letting me know that the answer wasn't enough to please her curiousness.
We reach Ymir's huge stone house right as the song ends, hearing screams and shouts emanating from the brightly lit house. Armin races out of the car probably thinking I'm mad at him for spilling about the guy, but truth be told I don't care.
I wait for Mikasa to finish applying lip gloss, and walk in with her. The house is overflowing with sweaty people grinding to some pop shit, and littered with red cups every place imaginable. I slip between couple upon couple until I finally reach the kitchen, but notice Mikasa is no longer tailing behind me. I look around frantically, but don't spot her or anyone I know.
Breathe. In, out, in, out.
This is not good. I usually brought Jean if I went to a party because Armin would always get stuck in between people, and Mikasa would go hang with Annie and the stoners, but Jean stuck by me or at least made sure to be close in case I had an anxiety attack.
BREATHE DAMMIT!
Were the walls closing in? My eye starts twitching and my skin feels like someone rubbed poison ivy over it. I scratch at my neck desperately to relieve the annoying itchy feeling. Everyone's looking at me I know it. I can feel their eyes silently judging me for not having anyone with me. Stop looking at me! I want to scream at them.
Did someone turn up the temperature? Fuck it was hot. I stumble into a few people trying to take off my hoodie and searching for a place with no people. My skin is crawling with the sensation of people's criticizing eyes.
CALM DOWN, EREN!
I bump into someone with a strong build and when I look up I notice it's Reiner. All the feeling of my oncoming anxiety attack is gone.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I smile up at him and notice he's swaying out of beat, like really out of beat. I look down and notice that he's drinking heavy duty whiskey so his swaying isn't dancing, but trying and failing to stay upright.
He starts howling with laughter and starts to fall forward. emShit./em I catch him and hool my arms underneath his armpits and haul him upright.
"Alright, buddy. I think we should sit down somewhere." His eyes snap open and he nods vigorously before grabbing me by the wrist. He leads/ pulls me around a few corners and practically pushes me into and abandon bathroom. At first I think nothing of it because he probably has to puke or something, but he slams the door shut and locks it.
"Uhm, Reiner, what're you doing?" He looks at me with his eyes going from light blue to completely black with arousal.
He starts towards me with uncoordinated stomps until I'm unable to reach the door and am cornered in the bathtub. He slams me into the tile wall and bites my neck trailing painful kisses up until he reaches my mouth, then rips my hoodie and shirt off.
"REINER STOP!" I'm screaming and trying to push him away, but he acts unaffected then proceeds to attack my lips and sloppily sticks his tongue in my mouth. His hand makes its way down to my crotch and squeezes. Tears stream down my face and I make yet another attempt to escape from his relentless hold.
It's hopeless.
I feel his erection press against my thigh when he slips down to unzip my pants. He darkly chuckles as he pulls my jeans down, and mouths my dick through my boxers while he throws my pants at the door as if they offended him. As he starts to pull down the only remaining clothing, someone knocks on the door.
He glares up at me and albeit screams, "DON'T MAKE ANY NOISES YOU LITTLE, SLUT."
My tear filled face glares back at him and I scream like there's no tomorrow. His face turns ice cold and he lunges at me, turning me around and shoves me harshly, knocking my head into the wall. I feel blood running from my nose but everything starts getting hazy. emI have to fight./em I keep chanting that but it's no use. I can't think straight and the only reason I'm still standing is because Reiner's holding me against the tile. He fumbles with my boxers, but before he could stick his nasty dick in me, the door is kicked in.
I feel Reiner's weight lifted off of me and hear someone being slammed into the sink. Meanwhile, with Reiner's support gone, I slide down the wall and curl into a ball hoping somehow it'll protect me for when Reiner gets finished beating the person up.
The shouting becomes distant and I start to fade in and out of consciousness.
Suddenly someone's hand is on my shoulder telling me to stay awake. I swat it away with whatever energy I have left, which isn't much, but then I feel the warmth of my hoodie and the deep voice becomes clearer.
"Hey, kid, stay awake. It's alright he's gone." I smile lightly with my eyes still closed. Reiner was gone. Now I could sleep. Yeah sleep sounds nice.
I hear the man sigh but then I hear something squeaky, and then freezing water cascades down on me.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I scream and jump out of the tub, now fully awake and aware.
"I told you to stay awake, brat. You probably have a concussion." It's the top hat guy except he's wearing a leather jacket and a V-neck white tee with black pants that are so tight, it should be illegal. He helps me stand and hands me a towel and my pants.
"Thank you." I mumble as I dry off and step into my pants. I readjust my shirt and hoodie just so I don't have to look at him.
"Let me drive you home." His low, monotonous voice holds hints of empathy in it. I try my best to nod at him, but a deep pain in my neck stops me halfway through.
"Alright." I stutter quietly.
He loops his arm around my waist to keep me from falling as we walk through the house when he notices me stumbling and tripping over my own feet behind him. I blush at the feeling of his strong hold on my torso, and blush even more when I realize I lean into his touch. He seems to either not notice, or doesn't care.
We manage to make it out of the house without much trouble and I didn't see Mikasa or Armin anywhere. Once outside I notice the red Jeep is gone, Mikasa probably went with Annie to the sand dunes on the beach to smoke. Who knows where Armin is. The no-longer-top-hat-wearing guy stops at a black mustang.
He opens the passenger door for me, which I desperately try not to blush about because it was only due to me being out of it. I climb in and plop down tiredly on the sleek leather seat.
He shuts my door and walks around the hood before smoothly sliding in. He puts in the keys and the engine purrs.
"So where to, Eren?" I raise my eyebrow and glance at him.
"I never told you my name." Even though his face stays emotionless, his eyes seem to say he fucked something up.
"Someone texted you and used that name, so I assumed it was yours. You might want to text them back, you've been getting lots of messages." Oh fuck! Mikasa was probably worrying her ass off. I'll tell her about Reiner later, because right now I'm pushing that nightmare as far back in my disoriented head as I can.
"Thanks for reminding me, uhm," I trail off, hoping he'll fill in the blank.
"Levi." He says, not looking away from the road. I nod and then text Mikasa that I got a ride home.
"I live on Trost Avenue." He nods and takes a right turn, stopping at a red light. "I, uh, just want to tha-"
"Don't. I was just doing the right thing," I smile lightly at him and he adds while picking up my phone and unlocking it, "I wouldn't worry about him bothering you after what I did to him. But if he does, here's my number."
I blush as he hands me back my phone, complete with his new contact. He makes another right turn onto Trost and slows down as we near my house.
"Which one, brat?" He glances at me from the corner of his steel grey eyes.
I scoff, "I'm not a brat. And it's that one." I point towards the grayish blue one a few houses down.
"Saying you're not a brat is exactly what a brat would say." I roll my eyes and laugh a little as he pulls into my driveway.
"Thank you so much, Levi." I like the way his name rolls off my tongue. It feels right.
He nods to me and I hop out of the car, making sure not to slam the door behind me.
Levi rolls down his window, "Make sure your mom checks your condition before you go to bed." I nod and start walking away from his car but he calls out again, "Sweet dreams, Eren."
He said my name! Don't fangirl until you're in the house, contain your urge to fangirl Eren! I chant that as I smile and wave to him. I get inside and slump against the door, I've replaced the horrid memory of Reiner with the lovely 10 minutes with Levi.
Wait do I like Levi?
Damn these teenage hormones.