Ride

Chapter 1

Levi's POV

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  I have nothing to apologize for, and even the weary state I sit in at this moment cannot stifle my ability to think otherwise.

My thumbs pad at the steering wheel as I think this for the millionth time.

The music in my car is blasting, but not to the point where you can hear it rudely from the outside. I press my hand against my forehead, running my fingers across my scalp, the soft dark fibers sitting across my forehead are pushed back in between my fingers. I yawn pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, skillfully lighting one while still keeping my attention to the road. I roll down the window, taking the cigarette from my mouth, I blow out a puff of musty grey smoke as my hand rests against the breeze.

My eyes feel heavy against the bright sun shining through the front windows of the car, disregarding the sun visor I had put down before leaving. I have nothing to apologize for, and that was a fact.

Then it happens, I stopped at a small sign, practically in the middle of nowhere. My car jumps forward, and somehow I don’t drop my cigarette on the pavement. I heard the sound of fragments crushing together, looking through my rearview mirror it was more than obvious that my back window was near to completely shattered. my jaw clenches and I yank my car keys out of the ignition. Stumbling out of my car I take a long drag of the cigarette, my eyes are squinched up against the sun as I take in the damage made on my small shitty ass black car.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I bark taking my cigarette out from between my lips and throwing it out on the ground. I step forward kicking the back tire as hard as I can. “Goddammit!” I yell feeling rage whelp up inside me. I turn to see the one responsible, which looked like a small van, I squinch my eyes. A young boy, maybe in his highschool years steps out. A blue sweater hugs at his sides, and hes wearing black jeans. They aren’t nearly as tight as the ones I wore with my black shirt.

He looked completely intimidated, but that didn't phase me. I storm towards him to where he had stepped out of his car. My hand found its way to the neck of his sweater first, and his weight had been transferred to my arm. “What’s your fucking problem? How am I suppose to fix this?” I practically yell into the boys face.

He looks pitiful, like he might cry or some shit. I let go of him, walking back over to my car, the entire back bumper was caved in, and the back windshield had glass falling off and plummeting onto the concrete road. I push my hands into my face, moaning as I pace across the pavement. Trying my hardest to keep my temper down, I look up, seeing the boy standing right where I let go of him, his face is different now though, less caught off guard.

“Don’t you have car insurance?” He asks, seeming annoyed now. Maybe it was my height that have him courage, its always my fucking height. “I’m terribly sorry, but not everyone is as privileged as you are. So no, I don’t have any goddamn insurance to pay for this bullshit your ass did.” I sneer as I begin to approach the kid again, my fists clenched at my side. "You're the one that never slowed down until the last minute!" The boy the yells back. "What the fuck did you just say?"

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Eren's POV

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He was inches from my face now, and I can smell the tobacco in his breath. Why was I feeling vulnerable at a time like this? I got in fights all the time, and most of the time I won. For god's sake, this douchebag was shorter than me. Yet I felt intimidated, why?

He had silver piercings all over his face, silver balls on his defined black eyebrows, two under his pouty lip, and when he opened his mouth to yell there were three on his tongue.