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.
Two on either sides of the tip, and then one in the middle.
I've never seen someone with that now that I think of it. Now that his face was so close to mine I noticed there were two small silver balls in between his eyes.
His eyes, they were definitely green, dark green.
The loose, tattered black short sleeved shirt he wore exposed his sharp pale collar bones, and he had a bundle of small tattoos spilling down his neck.
"Don't make me repeat myself brat." His voice breaks my mind, bringing me back to reality with a harsh jolt. The fear kicks back in but I refuse to show it.
"Can we just call a tow truck?" I ask, not wanting to deal with this anymore. "I don't think you got in your brain that I don't have any fucking insurance kid." He snaps back, I lift my hands, pushing him back.
"Give me some air!" I begin to yell, the way he carried himself pissed me off so much. He had to have that Napoleon complex, pissed off and short.
He flashes me look like I shouldn't have done what I just did. I didn't know how long it took him to pin me against the concrete ground, but I was, and his foot now rested on my chest. My head was now pounding, and I was almost convinced his intentions were to kill me.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" I yell, coughing from the wind being knocked straight out of my stomach.
He looks down at me, and I see his same cold green eyes, and his black snug jeans have holes in them.
"Don't fucking touch me like that again, your lucky I didn't do worse." He threatens with his voice filled with complete hatred. I moan, my head was was throbbing. I didn't have the energy for this. It was Friday, and I was exhausted enough already from school.
"Can't we just get a drink somewhere?" I say half consciously.
"Just to talk it out?" The sun was blazing in my eyes so I couldn't tell whether or not this guy was acting like I was the crazy one here or not. After a few seconds I feel the pressure against my chest lift.
My eyes are squinting against the sun still, but soon a hand blocks it and his full face comes back into view. He was assisting me back up. I didn't even know half the things coming out of my mouth, and this guy could have seriously hurt me, throwing me down on the road like that.
"Give me your name." He says emotionless as I grab onto his hand. My weight is easily lifted up by him, he was ridiculously stronger than I had expected. “Eren.” I tell him, my voice cracking.
Where the hell did he learn to fight like that? "Look up at the sun." He then commands, and for a moment I feel like he didn't even hear my proposal. I reluctantly do as he says and appoint my vision up at the sun. My eyes squinch at the piercing yellow and white light, but I feel one of his hands pry one open, stopping me from doing so.
The whole movement made me uncomfortable.
"Your eyes are contracting...good." He says before letting go of my eye.
"Why is that good?" I say, rubbing the back of my head where I could feel a painfully large knot start to form. "You shouldn't have a concussion." He says casually, as if it wasn't his fault that I would have one in the first place.
Before I could fuss at him for throwing me down on the ground he had already gotten back into his car. When I thought he was ditching he had only pulled it down in the grass beside the road.
One of the tires had went lopsided, I couldn't tell if it was because I hit him so hard, or if it was just an effect of his shitty looking car.
He gets out and starts walking past the stop sign and up the road.
"Hey! Wha-where are you going!?" I yell as I begin running up towards him, but my body feels like shit from that fall, so I can only walk fast after a few steps. "There's a place just across the block, if we go now we'll get back before dark." He hollers back, neglecting to turn back to me.
As I approached closed to him I noticed that he had another piercing on the back of his neck. How many piercings did this guy have?
“We aren’t going anywhere with...alcohol..are we?” I asked hesitantly, realizing that this guy looked like the type who would drag him into some weird ass bar knowing I was obviously underage.
“Don’t get your panties in a wod, I’m not taking you anywhere to get alcohol.” The man scoffed. I sped up to him, to where we were both walking beside each other, we walked up onto a sidewalk, and the main road was now by our side.
I look out at the cars whooshing by, across the street were only a few scattered fast food restaurants and smoke shops.
My grandma use to warn me about this part of town, that some of the people here were no good and might want to hurt me. This gave me an uneasy feeling, with that I seemed to have gave some distance between the man and me as we walked briskly side by side.
“So what’s your name?” I find myself asking, trying to distract myself from the number of poor choices I have made in the situation. The man was looking out ahead of us, a stressed look on his face. His eyes are dark, but somehow he made it look good. Wait...What the hell am I saying? No, he just looked like an average guy, no, he didn’t look like a average guy.
He had piercings all over his body, and he was shorter than most of the guys I knew. I mean I was tall for my age, but he had to be short for his age. “It’s Levi.” He said, rubbing one of his eyes. He looked tired, I wondered if he had gotten any sleep lately. I was looking down at the sidewalk, feeling somewhat bashful. Levi is still looking forward, and we were walking pretty fast. “Don’t you have folks who are going to want to know where you are, I’m not going to jail because you want to go on a walk with me.” He then says abruptly.
My eyes grow big “No, no, I go to a boarding school up town. On fridays we don’t really have curfew because most people go home to their families.” I explain, nervously shoving my hands in my pockets.
“Are your parents not expecting you this weekend?” The man asked, not sounding all that concerned.
“My grandparents live far from here, I usually carpool myself to their house. I was going to stay back this weekend though, I called them this morning but I am not sure if they told the school yet.” I say, avoiding the fact that I didn’t really have parents. “No parents?” He then asked bluntly, glancing towards me from the side. I kept my eyes trained on the concrete sidewalk below me, nodding no. “I see.” He says, glancing back in front of him. “Here we are.” He says as we begin to approach a small diner ahead.