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That Night in June | AU

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For the first time in a long time, you didn’t wake up to your parents’ having a hissy fit or the reminder that death was playing Ding Dong Ditch at your doorway to life, so you were quite proud of yourself this morning. You had a full breakfast, you actually remembered to brush your hair, you didn’t run into your parents at all and you made it to school somewhat on time. Today was a good day. So far. You dipped your fingers into the fountain in front of your school and sat down on the ledge. The water was cold despite the warm weather in September. Sadly, it did nothing for your nerves that felt like they were on fire. No matter how many times you tried to reassure yourself that today was going to be fine, a part of you knew it wouldn’t. It was as if you could feel the eyes of your fellow peers on you. You knew they were staring. Everyone who lived in your district did.    
“I didn’t think you’d try to be early today.” 
Your best friend, Bonnie Moreo, stood behind you, hands on her hips. Her blonde hair was let down today and hung just below her elbows. She wore a beige cardigan and black leggings. “Did your mother kick you out of the house again?” 
“No, I can’t handle being in that house for more than twelve hours. Especially for dinner,” you explained. 
Bonnie hummed in understanding and sat down beside you as a sudden weight was pressed on your shoulders. “Well, if eating alone ever gets boring, you can pop over to our house, isn’t that right, Bonnie?” Bonnie hummed again, obviously not fazed by the boy’s antics. Clyde gave your shoulders a good pat before taking his place between you two on the fountain ledge. “So, how is our dear (y/n) doing today?” Clyde asked, amusement laced in his tone. 
“I wanna die.” 
“Oh, that’s nice.” 
Bonnie snorted. “You two suck.” 
Clyde placed one hand over your heart and another over his own as he leaned back, mouth wide open in fake offense. “If we suck, then why continue to hang out with us, dear sister?” 
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at his hands. “Watch where you’re touching, Creep.” 
Clyde moved his hand away and blew a raspberry at his “dear sister”. “How rude. If (y/n) was uncomfortable, she’d be sure to tell her hero.” 
You raised an eyebrow. “My what?” 
Clyde shook his head. “Oh, I get it. You prefer ‘savior’?” 
Clyde’s hair was like Bonnie’s, long, blonde, but tied up into a neat ponytail that hung off his left shoulder. He predicted that it would drive the girls crazy while you and Bonnie had other ideas. He wore a green hoodie with grey jeans. He did a little twirl when he noticed your stare. 
“Like the new look? I bought them yesterday. I’m going for a fancy casual.” 
Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “How are hoodies and jeans considered ‘fancy casual’?” 
“You’re forgetting a very important part. The hair.” 
Bonnie rolled her eyes. 
Small groups of students had started to gather around the school entrance. You noticed that all of them seemed to either come from Rose District or Sheena District, based on the look and condition of their clothes. You searched the crowd, not sure what you were trying to find until you found it. You paused when your stare caught another’s. Krista seemed to stop her conversation and looked a bit surprised to see you before smiling in your direction and giving you a small wave before resuming with her conversation. Bonnie and Clyde looked in her direction. 
Bonnie just sighed while Clyde leaned towards the blonde goddess's direction. “Are you going to be okay today?” he asked, worry etched into his features. 
You nodded, still watching Krista’s blue orbs as they passed from person to person in the group she was standing with. You then noticed that Ymir had yet to make her appearance. You leaned in different directions, trying to spot the freckled girl, but to no avail. You scolded yourself, remembering that if the said girl was present, you’d probably be put into an unwanted and very uncomfortable situation, so you looked back to your friends and tried your best to make conversation. 
“Have you guys come up with any goals you want to accomplish by the end of the year?” you asked. 
Bonnie shrugged. 
Clyde began to grin. “Actually, yes I do. Thank you for asking.” Bonnie gave Clyde a pointed glare, but the blonde boy ignored it. “My goal is… drum roll, please.” you snickered and started to repetitively tap on your legs with the tips of your fingers. “My goal is….. To get a girlfriend!” he exclaimed. 
You stopped your drum roll and gave him an odd look. “Seriously?” 
He raised an eyebrow. “What, a guy can dream, can’t he?” 
“If you keep acting the way you are now it’ll stay a dream,” Bonnie mumbled as she flipped a silver coin into the fountain, joining many others. “I never really understood why they build these things.” 
“I hear there’s a lot of them in Sheena and Liberio Districts. Not many of them in Rose though. The rich like those fancy things.” Clyde commented. “Good thing we’re not rich, huh, Bon Bon?” 
Bonnie’s right eye twitched a bit. “I thought I told you not to call me that.” 
As the two siblings began to argue, you looked back at Krista, only to see that she was walking in the opposite direction of you, towards the sports fields. You sighed and decided to try to find amusement in your friends’ bantering about money and nicknames. 
“I better head inside, though,” Bonnie suggested. “I’ve been assigned to help set up club booths for the freshmen inside the gym.” 
Clyde groaned. “I almost forgot, I’ve been given a very special and important duty too.” 
“What kind of special and important duty?” Bonnie asked, skeptical.
“I’m not exactly sure. I think I’m just supposed to walk around and answer questions Freshmen have or something stupid like that.” Clyde hummed. “They said they wanted me for my ‘friendly and energetic personality’.” 
The two said their goodbyes to you and left you to your own devices. You pulled out your sketchbook from your backpack and started to sketch the fountain. You never really had an interest in art until last year and you still weren’t exactly very good at it, but you began to like it nonetheless. When the bell rang you quickly shoved everything back inside your bag and took off to where your locker was supposed to be. The day was uneventful and dramaless so far and that’s how you’d like it to stay. As you shoved everything into your locker, locker 206, you didn’t notice the locker beside yours open. 
“There’s no reason to drop the courses, Jean.” 
You stopped what you were doing, recognizing the voice. 
“You’re not my mother, Marco.” a deeper voice argued. “If I want to drop a course, I can.” 
“You’re throwing away your talents for no good reason.” 
Jean scoffed. “Just because I won’t tell you why doesn’t mean it’s not a good reason. It’s a good reason to me, at least.” 
You grabbed your textbooks and slowly closed your locker door, praying to whatever god that’s out there that the two boys wouldn’t notice your existence. The gods hadn’t bothered to listen to your woes and at that same moment you closed the small door, the freckled saint had looked over and their conversation had come to a halt. The three of you stood there, not sure how to react to the sudden realization that your lockers were together until Jean came out of his daze. 
“Oh, hey, (y/n),” Jean grumbled. “I wasn’t sure they’d allow you back.”
“Jean…” Marco said with a warning tone. 
“What Marco? I’m not doing anything wrong.” Jean took a step closer to you. The boy was about four inches taller than you, so he had to tilt his head down to make eye contact, making him seem more intimidating than he was. And he really wasn’t. “The MPB didn’t rough you up very much, did they?”
“Jean, you’re making it sound like she did something wrong.” Marco fretted. His eyes glancing back and forth between you both skeptically. 
“Did it go on your criminal record or were you left on a clean slate? Did they believe you? How long were you behind bars? Were your parents mad?” 
“Jean! You’ll be late for class! You’re also being rude.” the freckled boy scolded. 
Jean sighed and closed his locker door. “Sorry, (y/n). I’ll see you later.” 
You and Marco watched Jean stride down the hallway until he disappeared into the crowd of students. You both stood there in awkward silence, not sure what to say to each other. You hadn’t seen both boys since the last day of school last year. It wasn’t a memory you were fond of.
“What classes do you have first?” you asked, breaking the silence. 
“Music and Business. You?” 
You looked down at the slip of paper in your hand that had your schedule on it. “English and Mathematics.” 
Marco sighed. “Jean has English first too. You may be in the same one.” he gave you a slight pat on the shoulder. “Good luck,” he said as he joined the sea of people. Your anxiety erupted again at the thought of sharing a class with Jean Kirstein. You knew it might happen, you both were in the same year, and as much as you tried to prepare yourself you still felt unready to properly socialize with people. You shook your head as if it would dispel your worries and set off towards your class. 

“Did you watch the news last night?” 
“Yeah! Dude, I’m never going to Liberio District, ever.” 

“I heard the Warriors killed another political leader again.” 
“Birch Pasternak from Sheena District.” 
“Those guys from Sheena have it coming for them.” 

“The Warriors are so cool!” 
“Hey, shut up! If any of the teachers hear you talking like that...” 

“God, those Warriors are just a bunch of terrorists.” 
“Yeah, but isn’t it weird that the Military Police Brigade hasn’t done anything with them yet?” 
“Yeah, now that you mention it…” 

You scoffed as you walked past the conversations going on all around you between your peers. You didn’t have any interest in the news and personally thought most of it was false garbage, but you did believe in the Warriors. At first, it was just a tale mothers used in the Liberio District to scare their children into behaving. Now, it’s a gang whose methods are unclear to the public, so they just decided they were terrorists. You guessed they were if you thought about it. You turned the doorknob and entered your class. 
“Damn it, Eren! We don’t stand a chance!” 
“Especially if you keep up that attitude, Jean!”
“Uhm… guys… you’re making this a bigger issue than it needs to be…” 
“Jean should leave if Eren is such a big problem.” 
You swore under your breath.
Eren and Jean, who for some reason were sitting right next to each other, were currently head to head and looked to be trying to glare right through each other. Mikasa, who was sitting right beside Eren, was pulling on his sleeve, frowning at the two’s antics while poor Armin, who sat on Jean’s other side, was begging the two to stop. Without a second thought, you strode to an empty desk at the front of the room and started to doodle in your notebook. 
“I’m just saying that Eren doesn’t need to always be screaming about how much he wants to beat the Titans. Yeah, sure I want to beat them in our first game too, but right now, it honestly looks impossible with the current condition of our players. We also still need to host tryouts.” Jean stated, shrugging and turned to Armin. “Don’t you agree?” 
“I’m keeping up moral! If you have thoughts like that on the battlefield then you’ll die for sure! And stop bringing Armin into this! Like he’d defend your idiocy!” Eren spot.
“My idiocy? You’re the one who isn’t thinking clearly. I’m just asking you to calm down and save the energy for the game. Also, I’m not bringing Armin into anything! I’m asking for his opinion!” Jean scoffed. 
Eren started to growl a bit.
“Guys, please. I’m not taking sides.” Armin whined. 
“What is it, Mikasa?” the boy snapped. 
They all went silent. You pressed your pencil harder to the paper and continued to randomly sketch across your notebook.
“Oh...yeah.” Jean sighed. “I was rude to her earlier. Her locker’s next to mine and Marco’s.” 
“That’s unfortunate,” Mikasa remarked. 
Armin gasped. “Mikasa! She might hear you!” 
“Do you think I care? Better question, do you think she cares?” 
Armin didn’t answer. 
Eren groaned. “Mikasa, that doesn’t matter-” 
“I wonder where the teacher is.” 
“Mikasa! Don’t cut me off!” Eren screeched. 
“That’s enough of that, young man.” 
You hadn’t noticed when the old man in the dark blue suit entered your classroom you didn’t notice him writing down his name on the blackboard either or watching you with a particular interest. “It’s loud enough in this school with the Cheer Squad and the Glee Club.” the man pulled out a chair and sat down at the front of the class, a few steps away from you. He spent a minute or two to get a good look at you all. He didn’t look like he liked what he saw. 
“My name is John Martzen, though, of course, you’ll be addressing me as, Mr. Martzen. Now, I know that I’ve only been here for a few minutes, but from what I’ve seen so far I can tell…” he gave one last survey of the class. “That you’re all a bunch of losers and idiots, aren’t you?” 

“Don’t copy me, Jean!” 
“I’m not copying you!” 

Mr. Martzen sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. “This is going to be an interesting semester,” he mumbled. “I’m sure we all want to have a good time, right? Well, luckily for you, I’ve only got three rules, or conditions, if you’d prefer to call them that.” Mr. Martzen stood and picked up a piece of chalk. “Rule one; what happens in this class, stays in this class. Does anyone know what I mean by that?” 
Armin’s arm shot up. 
“Name?” Mr. Martzen asked. 
“Armin Arlert… Sir.” 
“No need for the Sir, son.” 
“It’s just as you said, what happens here, stays here. No one is allowed to talk about it.” Armin answered. 
“Tch. Well, that’s just stupid and obvious.” a boy at the back laughed. 
Mr. Martzen walked over to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Name?” 
The boy looked nervous for a second before regaining his confidence from the encouraging looks his friends sent him. “Haslett Carthy.” 
Mr. Martzen nodded and walked back to the front. “That’s Sir to you, boy.” 
The class erupted into small giggles. Even you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the boy’s face. Your teacher started to write down another rule onto the chalkboard. 
“Rule two; I don’t care about your family status, your relationship status, or which District you come from. As long as it doesn’t interfere with your education, it doesn’t concern me. Just because your rich and from Sheena or your broke and from Maria, doesn’t matter to me, got it?” 
You nodded. 
“No arguments, alright. You’re learning. Rule three; I’m your teacher, not your friend. This may seem obvious to some of you, but many of the students I’ve taught in the past seemed to be confused by this. I am here to teach you, not talk to you about the upcoming football game, or how your girl broke her ankle in cheer practice. Simple, right? Any questions?” 
Nobody raised their hands. 
“Oh, and you two.” Mr. Martzen pointed at Eren and Jean. “Both of you, move. I don’t care where, just away from each other.” 
Eren and Jean gave each other one last glare before leaving to find another seat. The only problem was, all of them were taken except one, which was the desk beside yours. Mr. Martzen seemed to have noticed this and smiled as he walked towards you. “Name?” 
“(y/n) (l/n), Sir.” 
Your teacher nodded before looking back at the two boys who were eyeing the spot beside you skeptically. “Which one of you would like to sit with this lovely lady until you can both learn to calm yourselves?” you glanced behind your shoulder to see their answer. Jean immediately raised his hand. Both boys kept their eyes on you. “Well, aren’t you both just rays of sunshine. Green eyes, what’s your name?” 
“Eren Yeager, Sir.” 
“Well, isn’t that nice of you to volunteer, go sit down next to Miss (y/n), please.” 
Mikasa abruptly stood up. “But, Sir, he didn't-” 
“Sounded like he was volunteering to me. Besides, you have no problem with it, do you, Eren?” 
Eren shook his head, grabbed his bag, and sat down at the desk beside you. Mr. Martzer seemed content and began a lesson on descriptive writing. From behind you, you swore you could her Jean grumble something to Armin about teacher’s pets. Though you were trying to take as many notes as you could and answer as many questions as you can (only when Mr. Martzer called on you, of course), your thoughts kept drifting off to the boy beside you. Out of the blue, you pressed down harder than you should have and broke the lead in your pencil. 
“Shit,” you mumbled, quiet enough so that Mr. Martzer wouldn’t hear you. 
Eren leaned over to you. “What’s up?” 
“Nothing,” you said as you continued to watch Mr. Martzer write down expectations on your writing forms. 
“Here,” Eren whispered, holding out an extra pencil. “I don’t have a pencil sharpener on me, so that'll have to do. You can give it back to me later.” 
You nodded and stuttered out thanks before resuming your note-taking. Before long, an hour and a half had gone by and it was time for your next class. You and Eren both stood up and you tried to hand the boy back his pencil. 
“Nah, keep it for the rest of the day. I want it back, though.” Eren insisted.
“Eren, hurry up,” Mikasa called from the doorway. 
Eren gave you a small nod before running to catch up to Armin and Mikasa, who were waiting by the door for him. Jean was nowhere to be seen. Before Mikasa left, she turned to you and sent a glare, then continued after her brother and friend. You sighed and started to twirl the pencil in your hand as you cleaned up. 
“I can help you with that,” Clyde said, gathering all of your stray doodles and notes. 
You yelped. “How’d you get out of class so early?” 
Clyde smiled. “I skipped the end to see you. School is boring without you and Bonnie anyway.” 
You sighed. “You shouldn’t do that. You’ll get in trouble.” 
Clyde waved you off. “Nah, Miss Honan doesn’t care. Either that, or she’ll believe anything you tell her. Today, I was just seeing where the boundaries lay and apparently, there are none.” 
The two of you set off for your next classes, and though they didn’t happen to be the same ones (yours was the one he just had), he still dedicated his services to you and carried your books until you both had to part. 
“I saw the famed Maria Trio leave the classroom before you, how was that?” Clyde asked, fully aware of the past you all shared. 
“It was fine,” you replied. 
“In the wise words of someone very precious to me, and I know she said this a long time ago, I hope she hasn’t forgotten,” Clyde said, raising his eyebrows up and down. “Fine and okay are two very different things. Fine is when you don’t want to admit you’re not okay and you’ll try and get through it on your own. Okay is when everything isn’t the best, but it’s darn well better than fine.” 
“I hate you,” you announced. You started to walk at a faster pace than him. 
“No, you don’t. You miss them, just admit it.” Clyde grinned. 
“Whether I missed them or not, isn’t the issue,” you argued. “There’s not even an issue.” 
“Sure there isn’t.” Clyde teased, but not before dropping your books nonchalantly in front of the classroom door. “Here we are, M’lady. Oh, and a bit of a warning, the teacher’s a nice lady.” 
“Why are you warning me about nice ladies?” you asked. 
Clyde shrugged. “Nice girls are devil spawn. That’s why I like you and Bonnie.” 
“Should I be offended?” 
“Maybe, I wouldn’t know.” 
Clyde laughed and dodged your failed swat. He screamed a “sorry” as he ran the other way down the hall. You sighed and decided to push the events of the last class into the back of your mind. 

“H-hey! Lady, get out of the way!” 
You turned your head. Coming down the hallway was a girl riding on a skateboard, sitting down. Why someone would ever think riding one of those on the second floor of your school was a good idea, you had no idea and at the moment you didn’t care because the thing was aimed right at you. You pressed yourself up against the door as the board sped past you, barely missing your feet. You sighed in relief and leaned past the locker beside you to see the board crash against the wall and flipped on its side, allowing the tall, auburn-haired girl to fall sideways.
“Damn it, Delaney! You pushed too hard!” the girl yelled, smacking her fist against the floor. 
Suddenly, you were pushed back against the wall as a small girl ran past you. “Ashley! Oh my god, are you okay?!” 
Ashley grinned and shakily stood up. “Yeah, I’m fine. Delaney isn’t though when I find her. Where’d she go anyways?” 
The girl who pushed you sighed and pushed her blonde bangs back. “She ran after she realized how mad you’d be.” 
Ashley groaned. She grabbed the skateboard and inspected where her skateboard met the wall for dents and/or marks. “Looks okay.”
The other girl gave her a nasty look. “You’re just going to leave it at that?” 
Ashley looked at her questioningly. “Yeah, that’s what we did at our old school.” 
The blonde girl shook her head. “This school is different and students don’t usually ride around on wheels.”  
Ashley nodded before catching your gaze in hers. She frowned and started to stride towards you. You looked around at the groups of people staring at the girl in awe. Your anxiety started to kick in as the culprit came closer and closer until you were both a couple of inches apart. You noticed that she was pretty close in height with you when she got closer.
“Sorry about that. We almost ran you over, huh?” Ashley laughed sheepishly while scratching her neck. 
The blonde girl frowned and raised her eyebrows. “We?” 
“Oh, shush, Viole,” Ashley mumbled, waving her small friend off. “Anyways, is this your class then?” 
“Umh...yeah,” you answered, iffy about the two girls in front of you. 
Ashley pushed her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose. “Great, can we sit with you? We’re both kinda new to the school, haha…” 
“She may also be new here.” Viole pointed out. 
You shook your head. “No, I’m not. I was here last year.” 
Without any kind of warning, Ashley took both of your hands in hers. “Great! Do you think you could show us around after class? We’re still a bit confused about where everything is, even after all the tours.” 
“None of them were informational, to be honest,” Viole mumbled. “For such a big and popular high school, it is a disappointment.” 
Ashley kicked open the door with her foot. She let go of your other hand to grab Viole’s then entered the classroom with the two of you right behind her. She dragged you both to a spot near the middle and plopped herself down on a chair. “If you’re in the middle, you meet more people and friends,” she explained. 
You felt awkward and out of place as the two girls began to converse about how their first day of school was going so far. It made you feel like a third wheel, and though it was uncomfortable, it was a feeling you were all too familiar with. The class should have started by now. You looked around the room, occupying yourself. Your search ended on a young woman sitting at the teacher’s desk opposite the door. Her brown curls framed her face perfectly and unlike Mr. Martzer, this woman was wearing casual clothes and not some fancy dress. 
Ashley elbowed you. “Who’s she?” 
“I think her name is Miss Honan.” 
Ashley made an “oh” sound as she went back to talking with Viole about god knows what, but as they were getting into it, Miss Honan stood from her desk and skipped to the front of the class. She picked up a nearby meter stick and smacked the blackboard. 
“Who wants to play a game?” Ms. Honan shouted, hurting your ears a bit. “An introduction game! I’ll show you how it goes.” she strode over to her office chair and wheeled it over to sit. “My name is Vinita Honan. You may call me Miss Honan or Vinita, whichever one suits your comfort level. My favorite thing is hanging out with kids like you and my least favorite thing is yelling out of anger.” 
She’s a hippy, isn’t she? 
“Now you go. Any volunteers?” unsurprisingly, Ashley’s hand shot up, unlike the rest of the class, including Viole and yourself. “Ah, go ahead. It’s nice to see some excitement in young minds.” 
Ashley stood and grinned. “My name is Ashley Millett, you can call me Ashley or Ash, it doesn’t matter. My least favorite thing is sleep and my favorite thing is an adventure with a bit of drama!” 
You were starting to think that this girl was the devil’s child or the incarnation. 
Miss Honan, who wasn’t fazed at all by Ashley’s statement, smiled and clapped. “Alright, how about you, sweetheart?” 
Viole snorted at the nickname. “My name Is Viole Slawson. I don’t have a favorite thing in particular. Same answer for my least favorite thing.”  
Miss Honan hummed, her smile shrinking at Viole’s answer. She turned to you and your heartbeat sped up rapidly. “And you?” 
You shakily stood, not a fan of speaking in front of the class. “My name is…” you hesitated and looked around at some of your classmates. Some of them looked as nervous about speaking as you did, but others watched you with smirks, their amusement obvious. “(y/n) (l/n)-” 
“Wait?! You’re (y/n) (l/n)?” Ashley asked, eyes wide open in awe. 
Miss Honan frowned, giving you a look of pity. There, right there, for a second, you thought you had seen Marco in her. But that was stupid. She was your teacher. “Oh, I know you. I’m sorry to hear about your sister.” 
Which one? 
You bit your tongue, not wanting to be snarky to your math teacher on your first day, but all of the sudden attention was making you antsy. “Thank you. Anyway, my favorite thing is…” you paused again. “Drawing and my least favorite thing is writing.” 
Miss Honan smiled, nodded and called for the person beside you. You allowed yourself to zone off again, deeming this activity useless. If you knew their names or not didn’t help you get along any better. Your thoughts involuntarily drifted back to Eren’s kindness, and what Jean had asked you earlier. The pit in your stomach grew as old memories started to surface. 
“Armin Arlert, M’am. My favorite thing is reading and my least favorite thing…. Is probably fighting.” 
You turned your head to face the owner of the voice. You hadn’t noticed the small blonde when you entered the classroom and part of you wished you hadn’t noticed now. You did find it strange how you didn’t notice him enter, though. Armin sat back down, peering over in your direction. You swiftly looked towards the girl standing up beside Armin, pretending to be listening with interest. Except, she wasn’t interesting. No one in this class was. Well, maybe except for the odd exceptions. 
“I thought this was supposed to be a math class, not a social get-together.” you heard Viole sigh from Ashley’s left. 
“Shh, I’m trying to listen.” Ashley murmured, placing a finger lightly on her friend’s lips. 
The class seemed to have ended much faster than the one before. It was a bittersweet feeling. On one hand, you got away from Miss Honan who you were pretty sure, by just spending under two hours with her, she was crazy. She went from talking about the altitude of an equilateral triangle to chicken farming, to the area of a rectangle, to her asking some of you to help her plan her grocery list. You collected your unused books and you and Viole both sighed out of disappointment simultaneously. 
“I can see why Clyde likes her so much,” you mumbled to yourself. 
Ashley placed a hand on your shoulder. “So, how about that tour? I’d like to know more about you.” you hesitated, remembering the thermos full of kraft dinner you had waiting for you in your locker. “Unless you’ve got lunch plans with someone else?” she motioned her head over to Armin, who was in mid-conversation with the teacher. “You kept looking at him. Do you know each other?” 
You felt your face heat up. You hoped it wasn’t obvious, but by the teasing smile, Ashley wore, it probably was. Ashley gripped your hands and started to spin you both around, causing you to yelp in the result. “(y/n)’s got a crush! (y/n) has got a crush!” she sang. 
You tore your hands from her grip and stormed out of the classroom. Armin watched you, his expression neutral. 


“Sounds like you had an interesting time,” Bonnie concluded after you had finished retelling your story. The two of you, along with Clyde, of course, were sitting outside the campus, lunches spread out around you. 
Clyde scooted himself closer to you. “So, how’d he react?”    
“Armin, duh.” 
Your face started to heat up again. “I don’t know, I didn’t see.” 
“He probably didn’t care. It’s not like you two are friends anymore, so he shouldn’t be sticking his nose in other people’s business. Armin knows his boundaries. That’s why I always liked him.” Bonnie claimed. 
Clyde gave his sister a nasty look, leaning across you to make sure she saw it. “What’d you have to go and say it like that for? Are you trying to make her upset?” 
Bonnie shook her head. “No, I’m pointing out the blatant truth that none of you seem to get. I had hoped you’d get over it during summer break, but I guess not.” 
“You guess not?! What the hell, Bonnie!” Clyde growled. “You're making it sound like everything that happened was her fault!” 
“No, I’m not.” 
“Yes, you are.” 
You sighed in defeat and curled yourself into a ball. Bonnie and Clyde continued to argue, oblivious to your dampened mood and hopeless state. Bonnie was right in a way. You should’ve been over everything that happened last year. You had two whole months to mourn and feel guilty. Your only comfort was that from the looks of things, they hadn’t gotten over it either. 
Clyde let out a frustrated yell, stood up and stormed off down the grassy hill and into the school. Bonnie watched him until he disappeared, then looked at you expectantly, as if waiting to see if you’d follow. After a few minutes of silence and it was evident that you weren’t moving anytime soon, Bonnie spoke up. 
“I didn’t mean to be mean. It’s a bad habit of mine.” 
“I know.” 
“I just want you to smile like you used to.” Bonnie paused. “Like you used to with them. Clyde and I could never make you laugh as Connie and Sasha could.” 
You shrugged and Bonnie took that as an “I don’t want to talk about that” sign. You both rested your head on your arms and laid on your backs, watching the vast blue sky for any peculiar clouds. Then, if you see any, you’d name them and guess what kind of creature or thing they were. Dragons and dogs were popular guesses.