Two

So I walked with this asshole, I mean, my superior, towards his office. Seriously, did they really have to put me with him? I mean sure, he may know his stuff, but he is the most disrespectful, pompous, short tempered man I have ever met. Although, it could have something to do with his height.

Damned Shorty, thinking he can boss me around like, like… I don't even know what, but I swear he treats me like his slave or something. Every single fucking time he talks to me it's just to say something like. 'Brat go get the report from Hanji.' Or 'Go get me some tea, but not with sugar, with honey, because I suck.' Well not exactly like that, but hey, I need to get myself something to do other than wallow in my hatred for this guy.

If you asked me why I hate him, my answer would immediately be…

I don't know.

Legitimately, I actually have no fucking idea why I dislike this douche. I just do. I could say that it's his personality, but, in that trait, we are actually very similar.

If I were honest with myself I'd actually say that he's pretty cool. But no, I hate him, he's an imbecile and I will never like him.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I turn to Shorty and see him writing down on a paper, as well as pressing his fingers against the keyboard of his laptop. Seriously, this guy multitasks like a chick.

"Uh, Levi?" I began tentatively as I fidgeted with my fingers. A dead giveaway of my nervousness. "I was wondering…when will we start with investigating the case?"

"First of all, don't call me 'Levi' it's 'Sir' to you." Shorty says as he stopped writing to look me in the eyes.

"Second of all, I'll be doing all the work. So you really shouldn't bother." He turned around in his chair and took out a cream colored folder from the grey archivist behind him and put the documents inside it.

That's another thing about this guy, everything about him just screams compulsively clean son of a bitch. It's like he has it tattooed on his forehead or something. From his hair, to the way he cleans his pen and keyboard before writing.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" I asked him as I glared a hole into his forehead.

"I mean, that you will be working more as my assistant." He walked over to me, unfazed by my burning stare. 'That's weird…people usually seem afraid when I look at them like this…' I thought as I saw him look into my eyes, as if looking deep into my soul.

Well that's a creepy thought.

"You have…uncommon eyes." He said as he brushed past me and exited the room.

Was that a compliment? Is that the way I should take it? I mean, maybe since he's so impassive it's hard for him to give people compliments.

Gah! What the hell am I thinking? Why the fuck should I care if he doesn't go around giving compliments to everyone? That's none of my business!

"Screw this." I say as I too walk out of the room.

O.O.O

After enduring those excruciating hours of breathing the same air as that prick, I prepared myself to go home. Only to be met with a fucking storm.

Great, just great. As if my day couldn't get any worse.

"What are you still doing here?" I jump slightly and cringe as I recognize the voice behind me.

"I should be asking you the same thing." I reply cheekily as I raise an eyebrow at him.

He scoffed at me as opened the big black umbrella he carried in his hand, and tilted it over my head. 'Seriously?' I thought. 'Can this guy get any more confusing?'

"Where do you live?" He asked in a monotone as he moved to stand beside me.

"W-why should I tell you?" I asked nervously as I turned my head to look at him.

"Fine then," He took out his car keys from his pocket and began opening the glass door. "Have fun finding a cab in New York…"

"W-wait!" I said as he turned around to look at me with a smug look on his face.

"Yes?" 'This asshole' I sighed and pouted slightly before muttering.

"Mahogany Street, Williamsburg Avenue."

"That's actually where I live…" 'Seriously? Is this real life?' I thought as I frowned.

"You're joking, right?" He has to be joking. God please tell me he's joking.

"Nope." Aw fuck me.

O.O.O

As soon as we got to the parking lot and out of the car, I bolted to the elevator and tapped my foot against the floor impatiently.

Hearing the ding coming from the elevator, I got inside and was about to close the door. But then, Shorty put his hand between the doors and got inside. I pressed the number of the floor I was going to, level 9 and turned to Shorty to see if he was going to press his floor number.

"Aren't you going to-"I questioned as I as make a gesture towards the buttons.

"No need." He interjected as he stared blankly at the doors.

"Huh?"

"I live on the same floor as you."

I just had to have the best of luck in the world, didn't I?

But what freaked me out even more, is the fact that, he lives in the fucking apartment in front of mine! What the actual fuck? Why, why did this have to happen to me? Is this some kind of sick joke of his and when he gets the reaction he wants he'll just say, 'I'm actually here to visit someone, don't get your panties in a twist.' But no, I got no words from him whatsoever; he just said a short 'Goodnight' and went into his apartment.

O.O.O

I threw myself on my bed face first and screamed in frustration. Suddenly I heard my phone ringing, reluctantly getting up from my comfortable position on my squishy bed; I grabbed the device and answered.

"Yo."

"Eren how was the first day of work?" Ah great, just what I needed, my girlfriend calling me probably to start nagging me about taking care of myself and blah blah blah…

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Mikasa, but sometimes she tends to get a little overprotective and it kind of annoys me.

"Ah, well it was eventful to say the least." I answered, choosing my words carefully to not get her worried. "How about you, how was your day?"

"It was nice; it's not the same without you though…I miss you." I smiled as I heard those words; she could be so cute sometimes.

"I miss you too, but you know it was necessary for me to come here."

"I wish I could go over there with you." She better not be thinking about getting a transfer here. "Maybe I could get a transfer to New York, and then we could be toge-"Cutting her off mid-sentence I told her.

"Mikasa." I stated sternly. "You know I had to transfer here because the rules forbid fraternization between agents."

"Well yes but-"Interrupting her once again, I replied.

"I'm tired." I sighed into the phone. "I'll call you later babe."

"Okay, I love you." She replied dejectedly as she hung up.

And as if work wasn't putting enough stress on me; now I have an upset girlfriend. Great.