They're sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as farthest away from where I'm currently sitting as possible. There's five of them and they're not staring me down like I'm Queen Elizabeth herself like everyone else had taken to so it is safe for me to gawk a little at them because holy hell all five of them are literal incarnation of Gods.
They all looked so different. Of the three boys; one boy was bulky and had some muscle with two toned, dirty blond hair, another was slim lean and had light chestnut hair and the third was a bit short but very muscular with a raven colored military style haircut.
The girls were complete opposites; One was tiny and petite, with bright red auburn hair tied back sloppily in pigtails, she was almost pixie like in a way. The other had bright ginger hair and was a bit more curvy, she was the kind of girl that you'd see on the front cover of a magazine in nothing but a bikini or maybe something even more revealing.
And yet, at the same time, they were all exactly the same. They all have chalky pale skin, they were the palest out of all the students gathered in the cafeteria. They have dark eyes and the same, I shit you not, the exact same dark, purple bruise like shadows hanging under their eyes like they hadn't slept in years.
And yet, despite the bruises and look of fatigue the were all inhumanely beautiful. They are all perfect in their own each way, not a blemish that I could catch with my near perfect vision. It's as if an angel painted each and every one of their faces. It's hard to decide which of them is the most beautiful, I'm gay and I'm still stuck between the raven haired boy and the ginger haired girl.
None of them had touched their food and I didn't notice this until pigtails hopped up picking up her own tray that had a perfectly good unopened bottle of coke and an apple on it, and practically danced across the room to the trash can. Or at least that's what it looked like to me because the way she bounced with each step was just graceful.
She dumped her tray and glided back, not sparing her table mates a glance as she went out the back door.
"Who are they," I choke out to the girl from my Spanish class, Sasha I think. And the he looks over at us, the raven haired one, I think he's the youngest. His dark eyes sweep over Sasha and she flushes immediately looking down with a giggle before they lock with mine for a brief second. Almost immediately, he looks away quickly, faster than I do.
"That's Levi and Oulo Smith, and Petra and Farlan Ral. The one who just left, the red head, she's Isabel Smith; They all live together with Dr. Smith and his wife." she informs me in a hushed tone.
I test my luck and glance back up at the raven head, Levi, he's looking at hs tray now and picking at a bagel.
"Well...they're all hot" I conclude with a breathy uninterested sigh.
"Yes!" Sasha giggles, taking a quick bite out of her sandwich before resuming talking, "But they're all together, Petra with Oulo and Isabel with Farlan. And they live together!"
I don't see what the big fuss is about living together, pretty common thing back in Shiganshina.
"They don't look related, although they are all insanely good looking, they look nothing alike" I muse, "Which one's are the Smiths?"
"Oh they're not! Dr. Smith is really young, in his late twenties, early thirties. They're all adopted, except the Rals are twins."
"S'nice of them, to take them in like that" I say, nudging my sandwich with my index finger.
"Can I have that?" I nod and she gladly takes the thing off my tray, shoveling another mouthful into her mouth before continuing, "Yeah but Mrs. Smith can't have children I think. So that may be why."
I look back up but they're all still chatting silently amongst each other, looking at the walls and not eating.
"So have they always lived here?"
"No," she says around a mouthful of food, "They moved from Alaska about two year ago, I think."
"That's shitty," I respond, if I think Rose is cold, I'd probably die stepping a foot near Alaska. Hell with my bad luck I'd probably getting eaten by a polar bear before stepping a foot over the border.
I couldn't help but look back up at the youngest of them, the raven, and fuck he looked up and caught my gaze but this time with some curiosity as well as anger. Of course I chicken shitted and quickly looked away, folding my hands neatly in my lap.
"Who's the boy with the black hair and looks like someone pissed in his morning bowl of cornflakes?" I ask, heat rushing to my cheeks.
"That's Levi. He's gorgeous, flawless." She drools happily.
"Dermatologists must hate him," I smile, she gives me a confused look and I want to bang my head against the table, "Nothing, go on, he's hot and..?"
"He doesn't date, or at least none of the girls in this school are good enough for him" I detect some sass a frass in her voice that tells a big sad rejection story between her and the boy that I didn't want to delve into.
"Maybe he likes dicks," I blurt out, and I swear the Marco boy nearly chokes on his sandwich and all eyes at the table are on me. I turn to look away, peering back at him again, he still looks angry but behind his hand I think I see the tiny hints of a smile.
"Cheers" Ymir says, raising her milk carton and wrapping a tight arm around the tiny girl, Krista.
I spend the rest of lunch in awkward silence at the table. Marco and Jean, as I come to fully learn their names, warm up nicely to me and decide to talk about me and to me the entire remainder of it. I nod or shake my head to their questions and pretend to care as to what they're saying. I have Biology ll with Krista next block and then gym, the dreaded class.
I walked with her silently, well she trailed behind me. She's introverted too it seems, or just plain out shy. I can't find it in myself to care at the moment. Her table is in the back and she already has a neighbor, fuck everyone has neighbors except one desk.
My green eyes meet dark, coal black ones and I think God must have some sort of saucy hate for me because he keeps tossing one shitty situation after another at me. The last thing I need in my life is to pop a boner next to some stone-faced, gorgeous prick on my first day in biology.
"And who might you be?" the teacher smiles awkwardly, snapping me out of my trance, I sigh dejectedly, all eyes training on me once more as I shuffle to fish the paper out of my pocket for him to sign, "Jeager…? Dr. Jeager's son?"
I nod silently, heat racing up the back of my neck as he takes his sweet fucking time to sign it and motions me at the seat next to him, Levi Smith.
As I pass him to take my seat he suddenly goes rigid, as if I'd touched him with a hot iron. He's staring at me again, and he looks beyond pissed. He looks like I just killed his cat, I go bright red and turn away from him quickly,stumbling over a stupid book and having to catch myself on the lab table.
The teacher hands me back my slip and a book, not asking me to introduce myself like most of my other teachers had. I like this guy I already.
There's the slight scraping of the shitty school chairs against the floor and a catch Levi shuffling slightly out of my peripheral vision. Levi is leaning away from me, sitting of his seat and as far away from me as he can manage from the small space the desk gives us.
Do I reek? I'm pretty sure I put on deodorant, and I even used the fruity shampoo, strawberries I think. I try to inconspicuously sniff myself and I don't know what this assholes problem is, I smell fantabulous.
I put up an invisible wall between us and focus on the teacher, even though he was bantering on about something I'd already learned in Shiganshina. I jot notes down nonetheless, keeping my head low and my eyes on anything but the angry demon angel sitting next to me.
During the whole period, which had to have been the longest class I've had, I feel his eyes drilling holes into my head. He stayed completely still, the only movement that I had seen was him clenching his knee tightly and his tendons jutting out. To say I'm scared is an understatement of the century, but a part of me is pissed off too. Who the hell gave him the right to treat me like trash?
But I am also a bit flustered, despite my anger and fear. Up close I can see how well defined and built he is and sitting down I think he's maybe a bit shorter than me. But one of the most off things about him was that it doesn't even look like he is breathing.
I pray that it isn't going to be like this every day.
When the bell rang he rose out of his seat like he was about to miss a train, he's a lot taller than I thought but I still think I'm taller, and he is out the door before anyone had even moved a muscle to get up out of their own seats.
I'm glued to my seat, trying to force tears back and they sure as hell aren't tears of sadness. I'm horrible with my temper, and unfortunately every time I get angry niagara falls decides to cascade down my face. I clench my fists tightly, staring hotly out the door and trying to think of anything but his black eyes and how I want to throttle the living shit out of the boy and then smother his mouth with my own.
"Hey, you're Eren right?" I turn up to see a cute, blonde haired kid smiling at me in a friendly way. At least he doesn't think I smell weird, "I'm Thomas."
"Hi, Thomas"
"Do you need any help getting to your next class?"
"I have gym next, but I think I can find it on my own. Big building, sweaty people."
"Oh that's my next class too!" he says a bit too excitedly as if he won the lottery, "I can walk with you."
He talks too much. I didn't really do or say much besides a nodding my head or giving a short reply if needed. I learned about his entire life story in the span of the three minutes it took to walk to the gym from biology.
"So what did you say to Levi to make him so angry? I've never seen him like that." he asks as we enter the gym. I cringe inwardly and debate on whether or not to rant about it but decide against delving into a conversation with the boy.
"Was that the prick I sat next to in Bio?" Thomas looks somewhat relieved by my response in some unspoken way and I merely shrug, "I don't know, I didn't say one word to the guy."
"He's pretty weird, I would have talked to you if I were lucky enough to have sat next to you." he says sweetly, I offer him a small smile as we head into the locker room.
The gym teacher finds me a uniform but doesn't make me dress up today, thank the gods. Two years of gym back home was bad enough but having to do it for the remainder of my high school years is going to be my own personal hell. I really hate Rose.
I watch as the girls and boys play volleyball from the bleachers, my least favorite sport. And by least favorite I mean I hate the stupid game.
It's boring and long and I'm probably the first one out the door when the bell rings, but not before the teacher sadly informs me that I'll be playing next tomorrow.
It's cold outside and I wrap my arms tightly around myself as I make my way back to the front office, slip clutched tightly in my hand because it's breezy as hell out here.
I'm almost glad to be in the warm office, but I see raven hair. I want to run back out.
He doesn't notice me, he's immersed in a heated conversation with the reception lady, she looks distressed. I press my back against the wall and wait for the conversation to end, unintentionally eavesdropping on the two.
"I want a different block. Any block but fucking sixth-hour" he argues and I feel all the blood rush from my face.
I can't believe that this is about me, it can't be. I haven't so much as said a word to the guy. Unless he heard my dick joke at lunch. I pale more at the thought.
Some bozo opens the door and wind comes flying in to me at thirty miles per hour. I hold my bangs away from my eyes in distress. The bitch walks to the front desk, drops a paper in the basket and then walks back out.
Levi tenses and turns my direction with a vicious glare plastered across his face, as if he is going to jump on me any second and rip me to shreds for merely existing.
"Never mind" he all but growls out, "I can see it's impossible, Thank you sooo much for your help."
I feel kind of bad for the lady, she looks like she's about to pass out from fear, and fuck I am too right alongside her. He turns on his heels and marches out the door smoothly, not sparing me another glance.
I stumble awkwardly to the front desk, giving her the slip with a shaky hand. She clears her throat.
"So how'd your first day go, sweety?" she asks in a shaky sweet voice.
"F-fine," I manage out in the most broken voice. She doesn't look convinced and neither am I.
I leave to my truck, staring at the windshield with the day running through my head for a good thirty minutes before backing out and heading home, blasting three days grace and fighting tears.
When I get home I flop on my bed and sob my eyes out and then fap for another good half hour before napping, all the while with those cold steel eyes in my thoughts.