Dating the One I Hate

~It's Him~

(Levi's POV)

Eren. Eren Jaeger. I squinted my eyes at the brat before me. Out of the all the people it just had to be him.

"Yes, it's me." I furrowed my brows. "Who else?" I sighed and rolled my eyes. He crossed his arms.

"I would rather it be someone else..." He mumbled under his breath and looked off to the side. For some reason, his comment hurt me. Like a dagger being stabbed in my heart. However, showing any emotion to the brat in front of me would be a weakness. So I steeled my face and cleared my throat grabbing his attention.

"Yeah well likewise." I retorted in my usual monotonous voice.

"What are you even doing here? Never pegged you as the mall goer type." He snorted, looking into my eyes. "Unless, that's part of your forte now."

I rolled my eyes again. Of course he was talking about our past. Should've known he was one to brood over it. It doesn't really surprise me he still holds the grudge since, we actually haven't made up.

If you're wondering what happened, long ago in grade school the brat and I were best friends. We'd do everything together. But when eighth grade came along everything changed. Since eighth is that grade you get ready for high school and you start thinking about your future, that's what we did. I was an athletic kid, and found I loved sports with a passion. Eren, however, found he was and art prodigy. He loved playing music and drawing, and damn he was good. But because of that, we were split, being in two different social groups. I quickly became popular and Eren felt neglected. I actually stopped talking to him and forgot about our friendship completely, being so wrapped up in my sports and fame. But he never did. Which, resulted in him resenting me. We also might have gotten into a fight and broke all ties. A lot of shit has happened between then, that, of course I feel guilty about. Like, Carla, Eren's mother died. He never told me why obviously because we never talk anymore. Then his father, Grisha, left on a business trip, being a doctor. Leaving the brat alone. Thankfully Mikasa was there and they worked everything out together.

"No it isn't. I'm here with my friends." His eyes visibly widened, and I realized what I had said. "Oh, Eren I'm-"

"No it's fine. I understand." He smiled weakly at me. "It's only the truth." There it is. That pang rang through my heart, like a thousand of bullets.

"Well I have to wash my hands, so-" he snorted.

"And I have to piss." He sighed. "Guess fate keeps bringing us back together." He joked.

"Tch." I turned on my heel and headed back to the restroom, the brat in tow. Only if that were true Eren, only if that were true. I sighed inwardly to myself.

We got into the restrooms, and thankfully we were alone. He traveled right over to the urinals, and I to the sinks. I un pocketed all my cleaning tools, and laid them neatly on the countertop. I picked up my disinfectant wipes and wiped down the faucet and the nobs, throwing it away immediately after I was done with it. I turned the sink on and emerged my hands into the warm water. Suddenly a warmth found its way next to me. I looked over and saw Eren, examining all the cleaning products, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What?" I asked, glaring at him. He shook his head.

"Nothing. Just, glad to see your still somewhat as I remember."

"Oh yeah and how's that?" I raised a brow, I order to suppress my oncoming smirk.

"A crazy OCD clean freak." I snort at his comment, making him lightly chuckle before we both finish washing our hands. I reach for the cloth, in order to turn the faucet off when Eren leans over and turns it off himself.