BLUFFIN - EREN J.

apologies

"Babe, wake up," you heard Sasha's delicate voice near your ear as she gently tried to rouse you. "What time is it?" uttering the words proved more challenging than expected. "I don't have a clue what you're saying, but wake up! The girls are here, and we have to catch up!" You nodded and reached for the pill on your bedside table.

She gave you some time to wake up alone in your room, allowing you to adjust to the migraine you were experiencing.

"Hi," you greeted upon entering the living room, where Mikasa, Annie, Historia, and Sasha were already seated in their pajamas, each with a cup of tea in hand. "Hi, how did you sleep?" "Well actually, thanks," you replied, taking the tea Sasha had prepared and settling onto the couch, covering yourself with a fluffy blanket.

This ritual of sharing moments with your friends, discussing the latest events and anything you might have missed, had become something you truly appreciated. Normally, the room buzzed with talk, laughter, or expressions of shock. However, this time, they all fell silent and turned their gaze directly to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you questioned. "The fuck happened with Eren?" Annie blurted out.

You almost chocked on your tea at the mention of his name "Why? What did he say?" "Nothing, just that you felt sick and had to go home" "But you danced with him all night so something must have happened" "Yeah and he asked you to join him smoke" they were all talking at the same time, eager to know everything.

"He didn't ask me; I didn't have a choice but to join him," you explained. "Yeah right, why would he want you to join?" "I don't know, actually. I thought he was down to fuck." "He wasn't?"

The memory of his violent rejection replayed in your mind, and embarrassment washed over you. "Well, no, apparently. Because this fucking bitch kept grinding on me the whole night— you saw it, right?" Mikasa affirmed, "Yeah, he did." "Thank you! So he danced with me, gave me molly—"

"He gave you fucking molly!" Historia, as shocked as the others by this revelation, couldn't help but interrupt your sentence. "He did! And kept telling me how good I looked and that I should stop 'playing games' or something. But when I made a move, he fucking pushed me off, saying, 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' like I'm fucking crazy!" You mimicked his voice and body language, feeling too immersed in the situation.

"He doesn't know what he wants; that's fucked up." "I know! And I fucking cried!" "Oh my god, baby," Sasha rubbed your arm, in hope to comfort you,"It was the drug. Definitely the drugs. But his reaction was, 'Keep crying, let me know when you're done.' Who the fuck says that?" You were heated, ready to punch him in the face if he was standing in front of you. "Whatever, I'm never taking molly ever again."

"Y/n, you're gonna be mad," Historia's voice carried a tone of caution as she delivered news that had the potential to escalate an already tense atmosphere. "What?" Your anticipation mixed with frustration as you braced yourself for whatever revelation was about to unfold.

Historia's eyes remained fixed on her phone as she read a message from Ymir, and the gravity of her words hit you like a sudden wave. "Eren fucked a girl at the club." The unexpected revelation sent a shock through the room, prompting expressions of disbelief from Mikasa and Sasha, who were quick to vocalize their surprise.

Your initial response was an attempt to downplay the impact, asserting nonchalance with an unconvincing, "I don't care. Like, good for him! Really!" The dismissive tone didn't mask the underlying tension, and the sip of tea you took afterward failed to provide the expected composure. The room hung in a brief silence, and when questioned about your well-being, your retort carried a hint of aggression, emphasizing your frustration in the face of unexpected developments.
Sasha, sensing your genuine agitation, didn't press further but exchanged a knowing glance with the other girls. As the weight of the situation settled, you couldn't deny the emotional impact, and a mix of anger and jealousy swirled within you.
Remaining in a subdued state, you sat silently while the other girls delved into the details of the previous night's events. Laughter and chatter filled the room, but you weren't in the mood to engage, choosing instead to absorb only fragments of their conversation.