Hello readers! I've had nothing to do lately so I decided to go ahead and write another chapter… anyways, thanks to Ali Sanpei (sorry if I spelt it wrong) for the favorite and the review! Your suggestions are really helpful! Oh look at me blabbing on… let's get on with the story!

Chapter 2: The Ripple That Makes The Wave

As I saw him there, practically silhouetted by the intense light in the hallway, I felt my heart jump into my throat. My god… this man was very attractive, or as Sasha would say, a "stud muffin". Chuckling at the thought, I regretted the decision as the short man at the door narrowed his eyes, obsidian irises glowing brightly in the dim room. After gawking like a kid at Disney Land, I realized that he had asked me a question.

"My name is Eren Yeager! I was told to go here and ask about enrolling in the art program at this school, Sir!"

I winced at my own loudness, noticing that I was addressing this stranger as if he was a drill sergeant. He didn't look to pleased about this either.

"Eh…? You want to join the art program?"

He arched a black eyebrow, tilting his head to the side in a way that I had to admit was kind of cute. He stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him and shuffling over to his desk, sitting across from me in a big leather chair. It looked awfully comfortable, and I was jealous of his seat. Right now I was on a small little plastic chair, which I was pretty sure had a broken leg. If I even so much as shifted my foot I would send myself sliding onto the floor like a buffoon. Pouting at the though- which seemed very likely to become reality- I nodded at the pale ravenette, staring down at his mahogany desk.

"Look at me when you answer, Yeager."

Surprised at his soft demand, I looked up instantly, only to be seared by his all-seeing eyes. Geez, this guy was really intense.

"Yes… uhh…"

I felt my cheeks heat up, for I realized I had walked in without knowing so much as the guy's name. What was it…? Ashama…? Ackenson…? Arkansas?

"Ackerman. Levi Ackerman."

I bit my lip slightly, extremely embarrassed at how I could always ruin first impressions. This "Levi Ackerman" was now drumming his fingers on the table, and I could feel his dark eyes scanning me up and down.

"Well, Yeager. You certainly look like an artist."

I looked up at him curiously, bright eyes lighting up with interest.

"Oh really? How so?"

"You're all disheveled. Your clothes aren't neat and your hair is a mess. Besides, there's ink stains all over your fingers. You couldn't even wash your hands before coming here?"

There he goes again, humiliating me with even the simplest of comments. I tended to get really steamed up about these things, but right now I was more embarrassed than angry. Did I really look that filthy? I thought I had looked pretty handsome when I left for the school this morning…

"Yeager."

"Y-yes Mr. Ackerman Sir?"

"…You can join… just know that I have hard expectations. If you can't keep up with me you're out. No if's, and's, or but's about it."

I nodded frantically, a bright red blush powdering across my cheeks due to the title I had given him. Mr. Ackerman Sir?! What the hell was fucking wrong with me?! I would kick myself right now, if I wasn't worried about the chair breaking. Besides, I'd made a big enough fool of myself today.

"Th-thank you sir! I'll try my best!"

Getting up in a hurry, I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could, trying my best to ignore the burn of his piercing gaze as he watched me go. When I was out of the room I got into the elevator, only to see a woman with a brown ponytail and glasses eating a Big Mac in the elevator. Wait… hadn't she been here earlier, when I first came to this floor?

"Oh, 'ello again 'ren!"

Her words came out muddled due to the fact she was still eating, and I gave her a nod acknowledgment. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything else, because I was still to embarrassed to even make eye contact with anyone. But of course, luck was not on my side today, and she swallowed thickly, clearing her throat to ask me another question.

"How'd it go with Levi?"

"…"

"Aww, did a cat get your tongue, Eren?"

"…well…"

"Did he do that weird staring thing?"

"YES! He wouldn't stop! He's so…. creepy? I don't even know how to describe him!"

my face contorted in thought, trying to find words to describe Levi, but nothing came up. I guess he was too eccentric for that sort of labeling. Oooh! That's it! He's eccentric… and sexy… and mysterious… and dark…

Now that I had a general idea I could go on all day.

"That means he likes you."

Hanji's statement surprised me, and I widened my eyes at her.

"No way."

"Yes way! He totally likes you! He only shows interest by looking at you. If he doesn't give a shit then you never even get a glance. But you're sure he looked at you?"

"Positive."

"See? He likes you, Ereeenn!"

Great. Now I had this creepy, hot art teacher who evidentially has a shine on me. Maybe I should have just stuck with my logical option and joined some sort of sport. Sure, art was my passion, but that didn't mean I was willing to put up with a creepy teacher in order to pursue it. Oh well, it's not like I can just waltz back in there and back out of the program. I've already sunk waist deep into this predicament. There was no escaping this now.

Well then, there goes the next chapter! I know my writing isn't the best but please.. it will get better. I will take any and all suggestions into consideration! Thanks for reading! Goodbye readers!