Eternal Rivals
Chapter Three: The Two Opposites
A/N: well, here you go. Moaar.
"Aah, very good Conny" Darius Zachary praises as he passes by the bald teen's canvas. "How...original"
I hate it when teachers do that, give you false praise when you both know the work itself is a piece of shit. I'm not being a bitch when I say Springer's work is no exception, his crude painting of a dragon with what looks like rainbows and bunnies hopping around doesn't seem like it comes from the heart. Considering the dragon was suppose to be a portrait of his mom.
"Oh my, miss Ackerman, what a lovely sketch you have here!"
No, I won't turn around, I won't give her the benefit of my appeciation for art.
I hear a few gasps and whispers flutter about the classroom, then Ymir nudges me in the side.
"That kinda looks like you" she chuckles, pointing to the canvas of intrest.
Pulling away from my own work, I eye the picture itself to see what looks like a sea creature with a long, scalely body wrapped aroud terrified humans. And wouldn't you know it, a suspicious looking set of blue eyes and blonde eyes hang over it's face.
"I call it 'The Sly Demoness'. Fashioned after someone who I would say is pretty close to my heart" Ackerman smirks.
"I'm flattered" I mutter, trying to keep the anger from my voice. Lets see, what does that bitch remind of the most?
"Well, it's certainly something" Ymir states, looking at my now finished work. Zackary catches wind of this and strides over, stroking his beard in thought.
"What does this represent to you exactly?" He asks curiously.
"I call it 'The Black Widow'. The red scarf represents its slither of humanity, or maybe the blood of it's victims. I've yet to decide" I say without hesitation. A few students look over in facination, including the object of my scorn. I scan her features for any sort of reaction, though at first she is unresponsive. Until a frown swiftly emerges.
Nearing the end of lesson, Zackary gathers us to announce the highest graded piece.
"Alright, after much consideration, it's only fair that" he pulls a large canvas from behind his back into view, "Sascha Braus gets the A+ for this OUTSTANDING take on food in society"
No-one said a word.
A lone potato chip, beautifully detailed I'll admit, stands atop a can if beans, gripping a mega phone in its thin arms. 'Don't Hate On Fat Chicks' it cries.
That makes no sense at all.
Strolling out of the block, I try not to scowl as a familiar presence steps in tow beside me.
"I wouldn't quiet see myself as a black widow as such, seeing as I don't approuch and murder men all that often"
"Well I do have quiet have a case of arachnaphobia f you were wondering"
"I gathered"
"Added the scarf for the sake of realism"
"..."
As we walk I turn to look at her, though Ackerman is still facing ahead. "Why are you walking with me" I question cautiously.
She halts her brisk pace and grabs my arm roughly, her eyes smoldering making me wince ever so slightly.
"We both know how Eren...feels about you. I don't want that getting in the way of his grades. Or you using him in your sick games"
I laugh suddenly, a low rumble coming from the pit of my stomach. I hold it to recover. "Is that all?" I say in disbelief. Ackerman continues to grip my arm, no trace of humour on her features.
Oh damn, she is serious.
"Y'know, you're right. About the black widow thing" I pull her close so that our cheeks are touching. My voice lowers into a whisper.
"You're more like a snake. Suffocating anyone that gets close to you. How could anyone love someone like that?"
I hear a gasp, before she's gone, my last glimpse of her being the red scarf as it wisps around a corner.
I wasn't too harsh, right?
I watch in boredom as the three 'men' infront of me tackle and fall on eachother like toddlers. I'm glad that nobody goes to the park in the middle of November, as I'd hate to be assossiated with these morons.
I sigh heavily and bite into my apple, leaning against a tree which swishes overhead in the cool, late afternoon breeze.
Reiner, Burtold and Jean, some arrogant jackass who hangs wih us sometimes, are throwing clumps of leaves at eachother. A few stray ones pass by me, and I glare at Jean as he aims a pile at my face.
"Aw come on, Blondie! Lighten up!"
I feel a flash of damp hits me directly, then the howls of laughter that follow makes my blood boil. Unamused, I purse my lower lip and blow my bangs from my cheek, givin the horse-faced teen a dirty look.
He responds by walking over to me and patting me on the head, grinning like an idiot as he ruffles my hair.
"You're alright, Blondie, its just nature-Oi!"
An acorn smacks into his cheek, leaving a red patch where it hit.
"It's just nature" I hear Burtold mimick.
Jean scowls at the tall man as he and Reiner wanders over, latter looking me up and down. "There's a twig in your hair" he points out, ripping one from my pinned locks. Ow much.
"Take a clump out next time" I whine, clutching my skull.
Reiner is about to reply when Kirstein starts loudly,
"So, I'm having a little get together with a couple of buddies of mine in a few weeks. You guys can come if you want"
The thee of us look at eachother for confirmation, but none of us give him an answer.
"It's only gonna be a couple of people" Kirstein offers again.
"..."
"There will be booze?"
"...
"Pretzels?"
"OK!" We say in unison. Anywhere that has petzels has to be a swanky dive. Well, Jean was from a rich family after all.
"So you guys are in? Great!" He beams, swiveling around and breaking off into a jog. "I gotta go now, see you guys later yeah?"
Reiner rubs the back of his head as we watch Kirstein go. "What a weird guy. Eh, whatever, do you two wanna go get something to eat?"
Burtold does, but I decline, tired of being around other humans enouh for one day. I begin the trek home soon after, rain clouds appearing over the horizon.
Arriving back at my empty home, I hear thunder rumble from outside. Praise the gods for being anti-social.
Around 7pm, I hear a knock coming from downstairs. Reluctantly tearing away from my laptop, I trudge down and slam open the front door, a glare at the ready.
Standing infront of me, dripping wet is none other than Eren Jaeger, a brown raincoat clinging to his body.
"Uh...hi?"
I shuffle to the side to let him in, grimacing as wet tracks are trailed wih him.
I slam the door shut to the raging world ouside and shoot Eren a questionable look.
"I thought you would want to start ou science project, so I took it upon myself to come see you" he smiles weakly at me, taking off his coat to hang it on the banister.
"Don't you think you could of informed me?"
"Well, I did message you"
I take my phone from my pocket, which on silent of course.
'Six New Messages'
"Oh."
"Well, whatever" Eren shakes his head and sits down on the sofa, taking out a bunch of papers from his backpack.
I sit beside him and scoff as he looks over the documents in confusion.
"So you have no idea what you're doing then?"
"I would if I wasn't so distracted during class" he snaps.
"That so?"
"Well...I uh..."
We study for about an hour, laying out plans and stuff on an a3 sheet of paper. And to my annoyance, I notice Eren shifting closer to me as time passes.
"Well, thats my hour done" he stretches and rests his left arm behind me, oh what he fuck bro don't even.
"Yeah...look its getting late. Wouldn't want Ackerman thinking I've abducted you , now would we?"
Eren shrugs his shoulders, refusing to lift his arm even so. "Annie, Mikasa already hates your guts, it wouldn't matter even if you did"
He's closer to me now, our hips almost touching. Oh, this is really uncomfortable.
I get up before the situation takes us anywhere.
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. You can stay down here if you want but don't blame me if my dad beats the shit out of you for it"
I ignore the dissapointed look on his face, only waving over my shoulder in farewell.
"Can't I just join you"
"What?"
"Nothing, same time friday?"
The door slams with a rattle, I make my way to the bathroom, content in showering away the events of the day from my mind.
Great, only two days before Jaeger's back on my sofa, molesting me with his eyes. Honestly, anything but plants were on on his mind, thats for sure.
It's soon that dreaded day, where I have to discuss respiration with the enemy's kid brother. I don't want to think about it, so I plant my head on my desk as Erwin Smith, doubling as my history teacher and the Trost High priciple, droans on about ancient walls and fantasy creatures that climb over them.
I wish I was some giant fantasy creature, stumbling about squishing my enemies under my feet. Causing tsunami's with just the slam of my fist. Throwing mountains at-
"Oi, blondie, it's time for gym class, woo"
Ymir is shaking my shoulders, giving me a board expression. "You getting your lazy ass up or what? We're gonna be late"
Dodgeball sucks.
I grumble these words to myself as I sit in the sofa, flicking through the channels, feeling sorry for myself. Reality show, reality show, sitcom, reality show...
I cringe as a bruise on my shoulder begins to throb. Ackerman was aggressive today (;D), more so than usual. Maybe it's because of what I said the other day, or maybe it's because I occasionally have her brother in my house...unprotected, vunerable...speaking of which.
The impatient rapping on my door lets me know Eren has arrived. Seeing his raw, red face beam up at me, I tihnk back to my earlier thoughts and it hits me.
The one thing Ackerman truly cares about, the one think I can take away from her is standing right infront of me. Perfect.
Urg feel as smart as you want annie, why didnt you that earlier Duuh xD whatever plot convinience and all that. Until next time :D