Poison [[Eren x Reader]]

Chapter 2

Yes, there is a sex scene.

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I hear a soft and repetitive vibration against the mattress with a low ding to follow. My eyes flutter open, trying to protect them from the sunlight which is providing way too much light for this room. My hand reaches out, searching for the location of the vibration before reaching my phone.

Maybe it's Eren, the thought enters my mind as quickly as it leaves, but I refuse to get my hopes up. Through the blurriness of my eyes, I notice the time reads 3:36pm, which makes sense since I slept so late, and I see Sasha's name on at least 30 texts and missed calls as I scroll through my notifications. She just left last night, what could be so important?

Before I have the chance to respond, her name appears on my screen with an obnoxious ringtone. I pressed the answer button, "There's a party tonight!" She yells through the phone, "Jean's throwing a party!"

I heard Jean throws the best parties, but I've never been to one. "Oh, for real? Where at?"

"His place," Sasha still sounds excited through the phone. I wonder why she wants me to go so bad. "You're going. You need to get out of the house. I'll pick you up around 8," and with that, she hangs up.

Is Eren going to be there? No, I don't think so. I hope not, at least. If he is, then this is my chance to prove that I don't care about him. Ugh. Everyone's going to be there. At least I'll have Sasha. I have a few hours to get ready, I groan and decide to get up and shower.

After my shower I stand in front of my mirror, examining how each piece of clothing sits on my body and how my makeup looks against the poor lighting of the room. After tying my hair up, I pull out tiny strands to frame my face. Perfect.

I can barely stretch my legs apart without revealing the lower half of my ass, the white mini skirt I chose for tonight doesn't leave much for the imagination, and neither does the lacy basically-a-bralette top that barely fits over my chest. After quickly crouching down to slip on my three inch heels, I finally have a chance to wear. Damn, I look good.

Who cares if Eren is there, a bit of me screams to myself, I could get any guy I wanted in this outfit. If looks could kill...

If looks could kill I wouldn't be worrying about a stupid boy right now, I heave greatly and fall onto my bed. I shouldn't be having these thoughts, not now, especially with how Eren fucking Jaeger gave me the best time of my life then went ghost on me. If I knew he was so bad for me, then why am I imagining him watching me from across the room? Pushing past packed bodies and stepping over sticky puddles of spilt booze just to meet me again? Taking me away from the safety and security of the friends I was with to push me into a deserted room and-

Do all the things I want him to do? Over and over again?

My heart rate skyrockets when I hear, very loud and clear, that Sasha's waiting for me outside. So much for having an anxiety-free night, I grumble in haste, grabbing my pre-packed purse and rushing downstairs.

"Hey!" I wave quickly before hopping in. It's like this girl came with her own soundtrack, rap with loud and repetitive beats can be heard from a fifty mile radius.

"Oh my god," she gasps, "look at you! You look so hot."

"Please, you look so tasty," I laugh, scanning her up and down as a compliment. Nothing out of the usual: an immodest black tank, slightly more modest denim shorts, and beaten-up white sneakers, lastly paired with a more-than-half-eaten bag of chips.

"Did you even try saving some for me?" I reach for it but she moves it to the other hand.

"Nuh uh! These are mine! I need all the energy I can get tonight," she pops a couple of chips into her mouth.