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There's absolutely no logical way that I'm reason that he's not showing up to school. I did nothing to the guy, I didn't even speak a word to him. At first I had thought maybe he was absent, or maybe he got the class switch like he wanted but lunch proved different. His siblings were there, the same as always but he didn't show.

I told myself repeatedly that there was no way that it's my fault that he's left. But the nagging voice in the back of my head kept telling me that it is my fault. And as ridiculous as it seems, I couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that that nagging voice is right, that it is my fault.

"How've you been, it's been a long time since we've talked," Mikasa asks with a breathy sigh, knocking me out of the memory. I sigh and take a long drag of my cigarette, leaning against the window frame and staring angrily up at the twinkling night sky, blurred by clouds.

"Shitty" I respond, smoke coming from my nose and mouth.

"Who do I need to hurt?" I can practically hear the smile in her voice.

"No one. It doesn't matter" I reply, flicking the cigarette over the edge with a scowl.

"Is it a kid at school?" That's one thing I hate about Mikasa. She can read me like an open book.

"He is an asshole," I relent, my scowl deepening.

"Want to talk about it, I have time to kill."

"No I'm good" I sigh, taking another drag from the cancer stick. I hear the faint sound of a car door slamming shut and I curse under my breath, "Shit, Grisha's here, I have to go. I'll message you on skype."

"Alright, be careful and stop smoking, Love you."

"Yeah yeah, love you too."

I barely have enough time to flick the cigarette out the window and end the call before he's calling my name. I inhale deeply and pull my legs inside the house, hopping off the windowsill and shutting the glass frame as quietly as possible before padding out the room and down the stairs.

"Eren?" he calls as he hears me on the stairs.

"Hey, Dad, welcome home."

"Thanks." He smiles, hanging his coat up in the rack and running a hand through the stray strands of hair that had come loose from his tight ponytail and sniffing the air with a smile quirk of his lips, "What's for dinner?"

"Steak and potatoes" I respond, "The potatoes are in the oven and steak is marinating."

"Thanks, son." He smiled brightly before going into his office to work while I go into the kitchen to finish dinner up.

I call him to the diningroom when I'm done and he walks in with his clipboard in hand, sparing me a small smile, "It looks great, Eren."

I eat in silence, he is absorbed by both the food and his work, I don't think he'd say anything to me.

"How's school?" It fucking sucks.

"It's okay, I know most of the material. I made a couple of friends, a boy named Thomas is one, he's really nice. Everyone is nice." Except Levi, he's a prick.

"Thomas is a good kid, nice family."

"Do you know the Smiths?" I ask carefully, watching his face for a reaction. He immediately brightens up and actually looks up from his work.

"Of course, I work with their father, he's an amazing surgeon."

"A lot of people don't like the kids" I'm surprised to seem him straighten up a bit in anger, jabbing his steak with his fork.

"We're lucky to have someone like Dr. Smith here, I'll admit I had my doubts when I first met them but they're all well- behaved and haven't caused not one incident since arriving here. And I've seen a lot happen here, nearly had every other kid take a visit to the ER. Just because they're newcomers, people talk."

I didn't expect him to even reply to me, much less fly into a mini-rant about the whole ordeal. I nod my head as if to agree with him so he calm down.

"They seen nice enough to me" Bullshit, " I just noticed that they keep to themselves. They're all hot."

"You should see the nurses around the surgeon, if it weren't for me keeping them in order they'd accidentally stab someone in the eye with a needle."

It's silent after that and I'm grateful for it. I clean up after dinner, washing the dishes by hand because Grisha is too cheap for a dishwasher. I bid him goodnight and go upstairs for a much needed shower before disappearing into my room.

When I get back in my room, clad in my cherry printed boxers, I flop down on my bed and open my laptop. I play League for a good hour before getting too pissed off and closing it down. I open skype and there's about five messages from Mikasa.

OverbearingAsian: So much for messaging me on skype.

It's nearly midnight are you even still awake.

If you don't reply by morning I'm going to assume you're dead.

And assuming makes an ass out of you and me if I'm wrong.

Goodnight, Eren.

I smile a bit at the name I had set her as and my fingers rapidly fire across the keyboard, shooting her a quick, short simple reply.

ErenJeager: I'm alive. For now. Good luck with your class tomorrow.

I'm about to close the lid when it makes the loud booping noise and I reluctantly open the lid back up.

OverbearingAsian: Get to bed, it's nearly one.

I shut the lid with a huff lean over the edge of my bed, shoving my laptop underneath it before crawling under my thick blankets. I'm plagued with dreams of Levi Smith and his cold dark eyes and wake up in the middle of the night needing another shower.

The rest of the week flies by quickly. I actually remember peoples' names now and throughout the entire week Levi is a no show. My weekend is long and boring, I planned on going out to maybe get some books but my plan is cancelled when it starts to storm on Friday night. Saturday it's partially sunny and I go out back in my wide backyard to bask in the sunlight for a good hour before clouds coming rollling in again. I flip off the sky and curse loudly and spend the rest of my day in my room playing games on steam.

On Monday people greet me in the parking lot, I don't know any of them and dumbly wave back. It's a lot colder this morning and I probably look retarded wrapped up in my giant peacoat eskimo jacket I had purchased before moving back to Forks. Better prepared to be teased fashionably than freeze my nuts off.

We have a pop quiz first block on Titan's Fall, it's a good thing I know the book like the back of my hand. I finish the quiz a bit early and Thomas is too absorbed in his own, a good excuse not to talk to him. I drum my fingers against my desk and think about life here, and how scarily, I'm already becoming used to it.

When I head back out, Thomas brightens up immensely, his face breaking out in a big toothy grin.

"Look, Eren, it's snowing."

"Gross," I glare icily at the falling cotton like drops that are quickly collecting up on the pavement. Thomas gives me a look like I crushed his childhood.

"You don't like the snow?" he asks stupidly.

"No, it means it's too cold for rain, and it's ugly." I respond, making my way through the blistering cold, a snowball coming whizzing by my face, missing it marginally and pelting Thomas instead. I glared hotly, grinding my teeth together at the perpetrator; Jean. Marco stands beside the bastard with his hands raised innocently and an impish grin on his face.

"I'll see you at lunch, once the wet white stuff starts getting thrown, I'm out" I joke nonchalantly, shoving my hands in my pockets. Thomas sputters and goes about fifty shades of red before bidding me farewell and reaching down to grab some snow, smiling wickedly at Jean.

The entire morning was about nothing but the snow outside. I barely make it through Spanish even with Sasha there chatting my ear off. While we're walking to lunch I have my binder clutched in my hands, ready to use it as a shield and glaring hotly and anyone who has the stupid cold, mush balls in their hands.

Thomas jogged to catch up with us and so did some bald kid, who began to talk with Sasha about the snowball fights happily. As if on instinct, I glanced at the table in the corner and then every bone in my body locked in place. There are five people at the table. Levi is back.

"Eren, hello, you there pal?" Jean waved his hand in front of my face sarcastically and I snap out of my trance, slapping at it. And look down the tips of my ears burning.

"I'm just going to get a coke today" I mutter dryly, my stomach churning. I buy my drink and sip at it casually, nodding everytime Thomas, Marco or Jean would ask if I'm alright. Maybe I could fake the stomach flu and escape having to show up during Biology. I'm sure the teacher won't miss me much, and I already know practically everything.

My eyes flicker back up from under my lashes. They were all chatting happily and laughing, wet hair clearly showing that they had enjoyed the snow day as well. They looked beautiful and glowing as always but something was different. I stare at him, Levi.

He looks maybe less pale. Working on a small tan maybe? He looks like maybe he got some sleep, as the circles under his eyes are a bit less noticeable. But there's something else, it's on the tip of my tongue and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, trying to pinpoint it.

"Eren what are you staring at?" Fuck you Sasha, fuck you.

His eyes flash over to meet mine and I jerk my head down quickly, my heart hammering and twirling my straw in my drink. He didn't look as unfriendly as he had last time.

"Levi's staring at you" she whispers in a breathy giggle.

"Does he look like he wants to beat my face in with the nearest person?" I whisper back quickly.

"No?" she sounds a bit confused by my question, "Why did you make him angry?"

"I don't think he likes me" I confess, laying my head down in my arms, my stomach fluttered spastically at the thought of his eyes on me.

"He doesn't like anyone, well he doesn't notice anyone enough to like them. But he's still staring."

"Stop looking at him!" I hiss, raising my head and giving her a huffy glare. She sticks her tongue out childishly before turning back to Connie.

He didn't look angry. Maybe he was just in a sour mood, I try and reason with myself. If I skip out, Dad will get a call. If I pretend to be sick he'll get worried and feed me medicine as if I have a life threatening illness. My stomach flips and I swallow around the lump building up in my throat. I'll go to class.

I want to sing and dance when we walk outside only to see that it had started raining and the snow is melting away. Thomas groans and complains about it while we walk towards Biology. I try to even out my breathing as I walk into the room, only to exhale noisily when I see the seat beside my own is empty.

I sit down as the teacher begins to hand out microscopes and slides. I take out my sketch book and begin sketching out a tree , focusing on the lines and and trying to ignore the noisy conversations. I tense when the chair next to me is moved, but keep my eyes on my drawing.

"Hello." the voice is like a choir of angels had all manifested into one sole voice and implanted itself into the voice box of a human, it was light and melodic but deep and gruff at the same time. My eyes shoot up, stunned that he had so much as greeted me. He was still sitting the farthest away that he could, but he was angled towards me and staring at me with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. My heart hammers in my chest.

"My name is Levi," he tells me, "I didn't get to introduce myself to you last week, you'll have to accept my apologies. You must be the infamous Eren Jeager."

There's absolutely no way this polite guy is the asshole that sat next to me last week. Maybe I should talk to my dad because I think I might be going crazy.

"H-how do you know my name" I stutter out stupidly. Of course he knows my name, everyone does. Tan boy with green eyes and the son of the town doctor.

"Everyone does, the whole town has been awaiting your arrival."

"I guess Grisha- I mean my dad- must talk about me a lot then seeing as everyone seems to know everything about me." I grimace.

He doesn't get a chance to respond because suddenly the teacher is clapping his hands together to get the student's attention.

"The slides show different stages of Mitosis, you and your partner are to examine and then label them correctly on your worksheet. In twenty minutes I'll be coming around to make sure you've done so correctly. Get started." the old guy, that I couldn't care to learn the name of, commanded.

"You can start" he smiles politely, fuck his smile is perfect and I stare stupidly at him, "Or I can, if you'd like?"

Great, way to make a good impression Eren. Look like a dumb idiot and ogle him with your mouth open. I snap my mouth shut and shake my head.

"I'll start." I say, flushing.

I want to kind of show off, because I already know all of this. I snap the first slide in place and adjust the microscope to the correct setting with expertise. Leaning down and studying the slide briefly.

"Prophase," I say with a lot of confidence.

"Do you mind if I look?" he asks when I had started to remove the slide. His hand caught mine and holy shit his hand is cold but that wasn't what made me gasp. It felt like an electric current had passed through, and my skin tingles where he had touched when he jerked his hand back, muttering a quick sorry but still reached for the microscope.

"Prophase" he agrees after examining the slide for a shorter time than I had. He writes it neatly in the most elegant handwriting I had ever seen on our worksheet. He clips the next slide in and looks at it shortly before saying, "Anaphase."

"Mind if I look," I say mockingly, with a small snarky smile. He smirks and pushes the microscope to me. Goddammit he's right. I jerk my head away with a small blush, "Slide three?"

He makes sure not to touch me as we finish out the slides, we finish before everyone else in class. I start sketching again when it comes to me, the reason why he looks do different.

"You got contacts?" I ask, saying it more to myself than anything. He looks confused and his perfect brows furrow.

"No."

"Oh, I thought your eyes were a different color last time" I mumble, but I'm sure. I remember how cold and hard his coal eyes were. They'd been plaguing my dreams for the past week and yet now they're a honey, soft brown color. The teacher comes wobbling over to our table, looking down at or worksheet.

"Don't you think you should let Eren get a chance to learn, Levi?" he asks suspiciously.

"Eren did 3 out of the 5" Levi responds in a clipped tone. The teacher turns his gaze to me, looking extremely doubtful.

"Have you done this before, Mister Jeager?" he asks.

"Yes but not with the onion root. I was in advanced placement program in Shiganshina." I reply curtly, angry that he had doubted me and thought me to be some lazy cheat who would force the work on someone else.

"Oh," he looks embarrassed and turns, stumbling back to his desk. I sigh and return to my drawing for the third time.

"It's a shame the snow's gone," Levi mutters, eyeing me.

"Not really," I respond, beginning on the leaves.

"You don't like the cold?" he says, more as a statement than a question.

"Nope" I let the p pop, looking up from my drawn briefly and scrunching my nose at the rain still pouring down outside, "Or the wet."

"Must suck to live here for you then." He muses with a smirk.

"I could go as far to say that I hate it," I respond, satisfied with the quick sketchy and messy drawing.

"Then why did you come here?"

No one, since I came here, has asked me that. But it wasn't even like he was asking, it was more like he was demanding.

"It's complicated...and a long story." I sigh, closing my sketchbook.

"I can keep up, and seeing as how we finished early, we have more than enough time." he smiles again, his eyes meeting mine and my heart stutters and I stare dumbly at him again. The answer falling from my lips before I even realize it.

"My mother died," I wince at the words and something flashes across his face so I continue, "I could have stayed in Shiganshina, with my uncle or Mikasa."

"Girlfriend?" He asks, his tone soft but disappointed in some way.

"Sister," I say a little too quickly and then blurt the one thing that he could wreck me with, that no one else in the entire world other than Mikasa knows, "I'm gay."

He doesn't look disgusting, he merely nods his head as if it didn't matter.

"Mikasa is my best friend, no, she's more like a sister only more motherly and threatening. Hannes isn't really my Uncle, just my mom's best friend."

"And he sent you away when it happened?"

"No, nothing like that. I sent myself here."

His eyebrows stitch together, "Why would you send yourself here if you hate it?"

I sigh, resting my chin in my hand and scratching at my arm absentmindedly, "Mikasa is in college, she has her own amount of stress to worry about and her own life to begin. She can't always be there for me and she needs to realize this. And Hannes...well he lived for my mother, after she died he became a wreck. He needs to focus on his own life too."

"So basically you get the shit end of the stick."

"In a way, it's not all that bad. It's quiet here." I muse with a small smile.

"But you're unhappy, that's shitty and unfair" he mutter dryly. I laugh a bit and he shoots me a small glare.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you?" I say behind my hand, "Life isn't fair."

"I have heard that somewhere before," he agrees with a frown.

"That's it, that's the sad story of Eren Jeager," I conclude, wondering why he was still staring at my like he was expecting something.

"You put on a good show, I'll give you that" he appraises me, studying my face, "But I'm willing to bet my car that you're suffering a lot more than you let on."

"If it's anything better than my car then you win," I say with a grimace, resisting the want to snap at him.

"I'm not wrong then, am I?"

I snap my mouth shut and try to ignore him.

"I didn't think I was."

"Why do you care?" I ask, irritated and confused.

"That's a good question," he says in a hushed voice and it just makes me even more confused. I glare at the blackboard in disgust at how quick and easy he got under my skin. I can see the corners of his lips quirk up in an almost smile, "I'm annoying you aren't I?"

"No," I sigh, rubbing my temples, "I just hate how easy I am to read. Mikasa always says I'm an open book."

"Actually, I find it very difficult to read you," he admits. He has to be fucking lying, he's guessed so much about me, So much that I try to hide and cover up. He's fucking with me.

I don't reply to him, the teacher calls the class to order and we all focus on him. Levi doesn't talk to me for the rest of the class and a part of me is glad, another part sad. When the bell rings, he's out the door just as fast as he was last Monday. Thomas is by my side in an instant, helping me pack my books.

"That was awful, right?" He groans, "You're lucky you has Smith for a partner."

"I thought it was easy," I respond in a snippy tone, feeling a bit guilty when he frowns, "I've done it before though."

"Speaking of Smith, he was a lot friendlier today," he comments.

A lump forms in my throat and I nod, exiting the room with him with the question fresh on my mind: Why was he such an asshole last Monday?

By the time the school day ends the rain has lightened up. Everything was wet and muddy and I'm happy when I finally reach my shitty orange truck and even happier when I'm inside of the warm vehicle. I quickly turn the heater on, not caring about the loud engine. I strip out of my pea-coat and run my hand through my hair a couple of times.

I don't know what compels me to look up, but I do and there he is, three cars down, leaning against a fucking Volvo.

I suddenly wish that I had made that bet legit.

He's staring in my direction intently and I quickly look away, heat rushing to my face and stepping on the glass pedal instantly. I nearly crash into another car and I swear to god I see that fucker laughing as I pass his car.

Fuck Levi Smith.