Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

The man rolls his eyes. Maybe he's chalking you up to being under the influence or he's just not taking you seriously, but either way, it pisses you off. "I am his stepfather," he says dryly. "An engineering student, but you're clearly not that bright."

The words slip out before you've had time to regret them. "I asked if you thought you were good enough."

Lovof's lips pinch together. "Obviously, since I saved him and his mother from dying at the hands of poverty, I'd say so."

"I disagree."

"You disagree? You'd think that this lifestyle," he says sternly, gesturing around the room, "and everything I provide for him would be a fair enough indicator."

God, does he ever get his head out of his ass? "It's not always about money," you say, frowning. 

His eyebrows knit together. "Then what? What could you possibly do for him?"

"I don't belittle his achievements," you say immediately, going through the list in your head, "I don't demean his major and his work, I don't make fun of him for wanting to have a job, for wanting to be independent, for wanting to make something of himself, I don't-"

"It's called tough love," Lovof says dryly. He sounds so patronizing that you want to throw your drink at him. "Maybe your parents never gave you enough of it."

Your blood is boiling. Before you can do something you regret, you turn on your heel and storm out of the ballroom.

There's still several people mingling outside of the massive room so you keep walking, down a hallway and away from the crowds. God, you wanted to throw your drink at him, you wanted to smack him- but that would look bad on Levi and he's already in a rough place with his stepfather. You can't make it worse.

You take a turn, then another turn, and then you stop. You're finally alone, for the first time in hours. With a heavy sigh, you press your back against the wall and sink to the ground, kicking your legs out in front of you and pressing your hands to the sides of your head, drink glass abandoned on the floor next to you.

God, you're tired. And you want to go to bed. And you want to see Levi.

After a moment, you reach into the pocket of your dress for your phone. You shoot Levi a quick text- sorry, I left, is it okay if I go to your room?- before you tuck your phone away. You turn your neck, looking up and down the hallway you're in, before you realize you have no idea where you are or how to even get to Levi's room.

"Fuck," you mutter yourself, and you let your head tip back against the wall and your eyes flutter shut. Even if you're lost, you've got a moment of peace, and you'll be damned if you don't make the most of it.

Alright. Just relax, take a deep breath, and then you can try and find your way back to Levi's room-

"Well then."

You open your eyes and look to the voice. At the end of the hallway stands Levi's uncle- Kenny, you think.

You look away. Crap. You were hoping you wouldn't run into anyone else- much less someone from Levi's family. "Saw you and the king of the castle arguin'," Kenny says, walking towards you. "I would've paid good money to see you hit him."

Your words from earlier come back to you and you smile at him bitterly. "Like I said," you murmur. "I don't get paid enough."

He smirks. "That you don't. Get up, girly. That's too nice of a dress to be sittin' on the ground."

You scowl to yourself, but you push yourself up from the floor. You brush yourself off, then cross your arms with a huff, glaring at the floor.

"There we go." He crosses his arms. "Don't like crowds?"