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S1-E2: 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌

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𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 7𝘁𝗵

"Okay I'm lost. How do you guys...exactly know each other?"

"I don't remember this being your business." Eren snapped, rolling only his head back over at you from Jean, squinting his eyes. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed, cause you literally just asked a simple question.

Or maybe you were kind of getting in the way of their feud. You stood behind the both of them with your arms crossed, distinctly hindering Eren.

"Oh the gentleman you are, Yeager. I see the only way you get the chicks is by your...looks? And definitely not that shitty mouth of yours." Jean taunted Eren with a grin, his tongue sticking out of his cheek as he took in Eren's quietude.

Eren responded with simple silence, he didn't want to add anything on because he was already tired of Jean. Please, they both got shitty mouths.

"You see love, Eren's still stuck in the past. He can't-"

"No. Just fucking leave man." Before Jean could finish the sentence you were dying to hear, Eren simply cut him off. Jean rolled his eyes and sighed, obeying him as Eren then carried his attention back to you.

You shook your head as your fingers were on the edge of your brows from their exhausting conversation that wasn't even getting to
the point that you were yearning to hear.

"By all means, you two please continue. I'll be
seeing you around, beautiful. And we'll catch up
later Eren." Jean chuckled with a salute as a goodbye, glancing down to check the time on the silver Rolex watch he had on his wrist. Then walking away from you and Eren back outside.

Now, it was just you and the idiot again.

Hmmm, you're probably wondering why you and the douche hate each other. So let's go back in time, to the eventful night you first met Eren.

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𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼...
𝗨𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻,
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸

Over the summer, you and your best friend Hitch, decided to catch a glimpse of the night life of the wealthy and wild, Upper East Siders.

There wasn't any Gossip Girl, but they weren't wrong when they said the rich and white can throw a hell of a party. 

You both booked a two bedroom suite together in a high class Hilton hotel. After endless mornings and nights of shopping and getting fat together since the NYC pizza hit different, you and Hitch decided to take a night stroll down the packed sidewalks of the city.

Hitch practically made you get overdressed every time you stepped outside, wearing tight mini dresses of brands you didn't even know existed. So you perfectly blended in with the surroundings of big shots.

But little did you know, your night stroll would end up with the both of you going to a party with a bunch of private schoolers that throw cash at basically anything.