"So, why were you on the bridge?" I was swirling my coffee around, giving her my undivided attention, because she was super pretty and I wanted her to know she'd always get my attention.

The coffee shop was surprisingly full at eight at night with people going up and off the stage, reciting poetry. It was almost a laughable hipster place.

"My boyfriend asked me to go there," she smiled and it looked like cloth snared on a thorn.

I remembered a guy pushing past—big brute of a man, pissed off and rude.

That had to be her boyfriend.

Damn gorilla.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

She blinked once and then gazed down at her vanilla latte.

"Heh. Yeah."

I smiled.

At least he was out of the way.

"What did he do?" I took a swig of my black coffee, refraining from wincing at the bitterness.

I really did kind of hate coffee… too bitter for my taste.

"Nothing." She replied, clearing her throat, uncomfortable.

"Don't sweat it. A girl like you can get anyone," I winked to show that I was up for grabs, too, but her smile was so—God.

Why was I laying on all my cheap moves on her? She—damn. She deserved flowers and poetry and… breakfast or something.

She deserved my…she deserved my honest self…courting and stuff…

Oh no.

This was a crush, wasn't it?

I popped my knuckles.

"No, it's okay," she bulked up a bit, "he left because… I kept saying no to sex…"

Go figure. Damn thirsty gorilla needed to go back to the zoo and drown in his water trough.

I didn't even want to imagine the idea of the brute trying to force her, but from what I could tell I saw no bruises on her fair skin.

Ah.

It was really soft to touch when I held her hands…

"Good for you," I smiled, genuine, "it's good to stand your ground."

Her eyes lit up and I couldn't help but stare as she was giddy, holding her warm cup to herself.

"Th-Thank you."

I didn't want to think it but I felt like not many people approved of her living her life how she wanted it.

My leg was bouncing like wildfire underneath the table.

Though, I knew the feeling sometimes…

"So, Historia—"

"So, Mouthful…"

I gave her a playful sneer. I wringed my hands together—my palms were so damn sweaty. Chill.

"Is there a number I can get with your name?" I asked, fishing out my phone already.

Historia watched and then glanced up at me, smiling something slow and sweet.

"I take it," she licked her lips—oh, that was kind of hot. Did she do that on purpose?— "that you are hitting on me?"

Oh.

My smile turned toothy as I leaned back, quite pleased with her not even hitting around the bush.

"I am. I won't luh-ayy—" I stopped.

My voice fucking squeaked.

Her eyes widened.

And she covered her mouth—eyes crinkling at the corners, cheeks rosy with humor as her eyes were twinkling.

"I—" I fucking blew it.

I was so fucking nervous—my leg was practically jackhammering a hole in the ground, my knuckles were beginning to hurt from all the popping, and I could stop world thirst with my palms.

"You're so cute!" She giggled, covering her whole face and I couldn't even tell if she was mocking me.

"…You think I'm cute?" It sent my whole face burning.

Cute?

I was never called cute.

It was…very…nice…

I itched the side of my cheek, glancing away.

"Yes," she pulled her hands from her face, looking at me as if I was a fluffy puppy, "here, let me put it in your phone."

God, I was just being steam-rolled by her. She was just so—so charismatic?

Or was I just a fucking stupid nerd?

I couldn't tell at all as I just dumbly gaped and watch her put her number in, grinning like a stupid idiot.

"There," she held my phone up for me to see.

Historia 3

A heart?

So soon!?

"Your coffee is going to get cold…or do you not like it?" She asked, giving me time to cool down as I glanced down.

I nervously chuckled.

"I…actually don't like coffee…"

"What? Really? Ah, we could've went somewhere else…"

"Oh, no, it's okay. This place is okay."

"Let me guess, you don't really care for poetry, either?"

"Uh—" I laughed some more.

"Oh no," she snickered, not even discouraged, "I'm so sorry. Next time, alright?"

Oh.

There was a next time, too.

Wow.

"What do you not like about coffee?" She asked, drinking hers again.

"It's really bitter…"

"Oh. Not all coffee is like that! Here, try mine," she offered and if it was anyone else I would've declined, because the idea of sharing drinks was…gross.

But…not so much with her.

"Okay," I leaned forward, taking the straw into my mouth and sucking a little. I looked over at her, seeing her with that sweet as pie smile, head propped on her hand. She seemed so pleased.

In the same second, the coffee came up and I was expecting a bitter taste, but it was actually rather okay.

"See? You can sweeten your coffee by adding flavors and whip cream."

I blinked.

"My family only drank it black." I thought all coffee would just taste the same.

"Oh God…you poor soul." She brought that same straw into her lips and I saw the liquid go right up into her mouth.

Fuck. I was just a schoolgirl around her.

What was she doing to me?

-x-x-x-

"C'mon, Ymir!" Sasha was dragging me to the stupid LGBTQ club she frequented.

Personally, I didn't like clubs and found it to be a waste of time between classes.

I sighed, walking in with her and finding people heatedly debating something.

I frowned.

"Nah, I'd rather not." I told her, stopping at the door.

She didn't protest as she listened.

"—bisexual girls are just fucking attention-whores! They go to men in the end anyways!" One of the girls were crying in outrage with bitter tears going down her face.

Oh, great.

"…She was just a cheating whore. They're attracted to practically everyone so they are more prone…" Someone else agreed.

I glanced at Sasha who was bristling.

"Calm down, little bisexual," I whispered to her, patting her back as I began to back out, expecting for her to follow but she stomped into the room, dragging me.

"Just because one person cheats doesn't mean everyone who is bisexual are cheaters!" Sasha defended.

The other girl narrowed her eyes.

"I just found out I've been cheated on! I don't need this shit!"

"Yes, but you can't believe bisexuals will eventually cheat or turn straight!"

"They have it easy! Being a lesbian too hard? They turn straight again!"

"It doesn't work that way!" Sasha retorted, growing angrier by the second.

"Hey, hey, knock it off," I stepped in, sighing and got dirty looks from others.

"Cheating is shitty…and isn't a trait of any of sexualities or whatever…so don't blame bisexuals. Your ex was just a shitty bitch."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" She shrieked and I saw Sasha give a dirty look to me.

Yeah.

I wasn't known to be eloquent with my words, but I was getting just as irritated.

"Bisexuals don't go 'lesbian' or 'straight'. They're just…what they are…"

"Whatever! She said she fucking loved me and then left me for a guy after I found them fucking! I dated another and the same thing happened! It ain't a fucking coincidence, you dyke!"

Dyke.

Hah.

"You just have terrible taste in people then, or people are cheating on you for a reason. I can see why now." I smiled and the girl jumped down from her seat on a desk, ready to try and throw me down.

"YMIR! YOU GODDAMN DICK!" Sasha cried, pressing herself in front of me, trying to shove me out of the club.

"WE NEED TO CALM DOWN!" The club leader finally spoke up as he was holding back the other girl.

"Go, go, go!" Sasha ordered as she pushed me out of the room and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the scene.

We exited the building and went to the cafeteria, sitting in a corner near a window.

"God! You always have to say the meanest things," Sasha groaned, planting her face on the table.

I cracked my knuckles.

"I didn't like how she was blaming people like that. It was fucking stupid." I always spoke my mind.

Always…

Most of the time, anyways.

I glanced at Sasha who was peering up, grateful.

"Thanks for sticking up for me…"

"Yeah," I rubbed my eyes.

It was for her.

Right.

Yeah.

"She was a narrow-minded dickhead anyways." I muttered.

"If it wasn't one thing discriminating against her then it was another."

It was tiring. I couldn't see how people could nitpick life, trying to find why they didn't get to do this or that and label it was discrimination.

"Oh, don't say that," Sasha gently slapped my arm.

I still felt fucking irritated.

They didn't turn straight or lesbian.

They just were.

How hard was that to understand?

Not like I would know. I only ever been with women and men were just…

Yeah.

Men were fucking men.

Nothing to worry about at all.

"Are you hungry?" Sasha asked.

"Not really."

Silence ensued between us as she stared at me longer and longer, eyes glowing brighter and brighter with unshed tears.

"What?" I asked, wondering why she was doing that.

"…Are you hungry now?"

"Did you forget your lunch money, again?"

Big puppy eyes.

"Ugh. Fine. Yeah. I guess I can go for a slice of pizza or something. Hurry up."

I didn't have the money to splurge but I'd make sure Sasha didn't get too hungry. She could never concentrate or get work done if she did.

I didn't want her grades to drop or anything.

Attention-whores—

Ugh.