A Fateful Dread (Completed)

Part 7: Problem

(Mikasa P.O.V.)

"Maybe we should just take you back to my house. We can talk there." Sasha finished cleaning me off.

"Okay, but what about Eren, Connie, Marco, Jean, and Armin?" I didn't really care about them,

"Don't worry about them, let them do something boys would do like go to the game or something."

"Okay are we gonna just leave or are you gonna tell them then we leave?" I asked.

"I'll tell them you just start heading to a bus stop I'll meet you there, call me and tell me which one your at."

Time skip

"Okay so your not sick or hung over, its probably a virus...maybe." Sasha sat me on her bed, then she got on herself. Her legs were crossed and she was eating chips.

"I'm sure it was nothing. It's not a big deal." I threw a ball I found on the ground in the air, I kept tossing it.

"Well people don't just throw up out of no where." She offered me a chip.

"Well I did." I took the chip, "And I'm fine now. No more cramps either."

(Eren P.O.V.)

"So what your telling me is... you slept with Mikasa?!" Connie's eyes went wide.

"Yea, just don't tell her I told y'all, she'll  get pissed." I answered.

"Your so damn lucky! Sasha refuses to have sex with me and she's not even a goody goody like your girlfriend!" He snickerd, he was obviously jealous.

"It was only because you were drunk." Jean mumbled, with his arms crossed.

"Yea, but she wasn't." I smirked.

"Fucking asshole." He, again, mumbled.

"Hey wasn't Mikasa getting cramps before she threw up?" Armin asked obviously speaking to himself.

"Huh?" I said.

"What? Oh nothing, sorry." He replied.

Armin basically zoned out the whole time we were talking.

(Mikasa P.O.V.)

"Listen, I was wondering if, well I don't know... never mind sorry." Sasha started.

"No you can tell me anything it's okay." I smiled.

"It's stupid." I gave her a 'tell-me-or-I'll-kill-you' look, "Will you give me advice on... my relationship? Your's seems to be going so well."

"Sasha, you and Connie are perfectly fine. What the hell do you mean... advice?" Although I said they were fine, I knew they weren't, he always brought up... stuff he wanted to do with her.

I was just trying to convince her everything was  okay, but everything was a disaster. She had her problems with Connie. Jean has his problems with... life, and I had my problem... although I'm not sure what it is... yet.