The Library (Armin Arlert x Reader)

Chapter 14

((not me spoiling yall by writing and uploading twice in the same day‼️🙄))

"Alright class." Mr. Smith straightened his papers, looking around the room. "Today, three new students will be transferring into our history class."

The class mumbled a bunch of junk, wondering who would be coming.

I was very excited to be honest, I even tidied up my desk. The one beside me has been empty since this semester started, so I was excited to know that someone would possibly fill that seat.

Three boys came into the classroom. One was tall, with deep brown skin, and warm brown eyes. The other, messy red hair, light brown eyes like honey, and white skin. He has a cast on his arm. Beside this red-head was a guy with a hooked nose, white skin, and eyes as black as his hair.

"I'm Onyakopon." The first guy spoke. The red head beside him locked eyes with me and his jaw dropped. I smiled at his reaction, looking down at my desk.

"I'm Floch.."

"And I'm Marlo. Thank you all for welcoming us-"

"Feel free to take any seat you want." Mr. Smith cut him off with a smirk. 'Oh I am so staying after school for 'help' with Mr. Smith today...' I joked to myself, giggling out loud in class.

Someone hurried over to me and took the empty seat beside me.

"Hey." The boy spoke and when I looked to him, he had a lopsided smile. He quickly set down his bag and pulled out a pen and his notebook. "Floch."

He held his hand out for me to shake and I did so with a smile.

"(Y/N)."

He practically melted hearing my voice, though his smile quickly turned into a look of fear- like he had some sort of flashback after touching my hand. I looked to out classroom and noticed everyone seemed to be having some sort of glare at Floch.

"Alright, time to start class." Mr. Smith smiled at his notes.

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Floch had left class early due to the injury on his arm. He took Marlo with him, they seemed to be close.

"(Y/N)." Jean called out to me just as I finished packing my bags. I replied with a small 'hm?'.

"Why the hell are you taking to Floch?" He sounded so aggressive it made me flinch. It also made me very upset. I turned to face him with the nastiest glare I could muster.

"What's your fucking problem, Jeanie?"

"Yknow what? Nevermind. I'll let you find out yourself."  He looked like he wanted to say more to me but quickly dropped his rage. "Let's get to art."

The walk down the hall with Armin, Jean, and I was pleasant as usual. I really enjoyed having them with me. Armin walked ahead of us after art class ended to refill his waterbottle at the fountain.

'Alright. Spit it out, (y/n).'

"Jeanie?"

"What's up?"

I looked to the ground anxiously, letting out a long, deep sigh.

"I'm sorry."

Silence

Then, a sigh.

Jean gently grasped onto my chin and tilted it up, lightly holding on.

"Don't worry, girlie. I shouldn't have gotten all angry at you without explaining things first, so...sorry." He let go of my chin and shoved his hands into his pockets. "You see, he-"