Highschool AU (Levi X Antisocial!Reader) Ch. 2

You were absolutely disgusted.
In a group? For who knows how long? With him?

Your head spun as the thoughts circulated. You felt as if your lungs were being crushed as you took in tiny breathes. 'I-I can't. No, I really can't. This can't be happening. Why? Why?'
There was a static-like noise in the back of your mind that you soon realized was someone, your teacher, talking about the groups and what would be happening. But you ignore it all because frankly, you don't give a damn.

After a while, it was finally lunch time. Thank god. You didn't know how much more you could've taken of that ginger, Petra, talking about stupid stuff like, "working together" and, "having a great first year". Such bullshit.
It also didn't help that that bastard kept giving you looks. What a weirdo.
You were about to make your way up to the roof for lunch like you usually do, but everyone is stopped before exiting the classroom. According to your teacher, lunch time is the best time to socialize with your peers, so everyone decided to go up to most ideal place for lunch with a big group; the roof. Before you could object you were being pushed along with the rest of the class. You sigh and decide there was no possible way to avoid this. Well, at least not one you could think of.

Once on the roof, everyone talks cheerfully with one another. Everyone except for your group. Levi apparently wasn't Mr. Popularity either, because he was scaring the shit out of the two other people in your group, but for some odd reason they still tried their best to start up a conversation. You couldn't hear what they were trying to say though, because while everyone sat in little circles, you went to the closest corner near your group, took out your earbuds, and ignored them. You did this every lunch, except you were always alone and if anyone ever came on to the roof, they would see you and leave. So you usually had it to yourself, which was nice.
But this was far from your regular lunch.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder and nearly jump out of your skin. You turn and see Petra standing over you with a pleasant smile. Your eyebrow twitches from annoyance.
"Um...[Last Name]-san, was it? Why are you not with your group?"
"Eh? Um...actually..." You stutter.
"Please join with your group!" She says with sincerity, "You don't want to be left out, do you?"
'That's exactly what I want...'
When you don't answer, she grabs your arms and stands you up against your will. 'Damn she's strong!!'
She pushes you over to your group and plops you down in the now-complete circle. You frown and look away as your group looks at you, than to Petra.
"Levi," She scolds, "Please try to connect with your group!"
He grunts his response. Her cheeks turn a rosy colour as she turns on her heel and walks away.
You hold in a snort. 'She likes the bastard.' You think, amused by her emotions. You steal a glance at Levi. He takes a sip from his can of juice, seemingly oblivious to Petra's reaction. You chuckle in your head as you notice the funny way he holds his drink. He looks at you and notices you looking at him. You quickly avert your gaze.
"So, [Name]!" You slowly move your gaze from the ground to...uh...Sasha? 'Yeah, I think that's her name.'
"Don't call me that." You say blandly.
She looks at you with a blank look, and than realizes what you meant. "Oh! Sorry...I forgot your last name."
"[Last Name]."
"O-Oh...[Last Name]-san..." She says with lost confidence. "N-Never mind."
'Good.' You think as she turns her attention back to her friend...what's-his-face. Bald kid. Whatever.
You took a sip from the juice box you had bought earlier. Since you were so worried about today, you had forgotten to prepare a lunch. Luckily you had some extra change in your pocket for a drink.
The box became lighter and lighter as you sucked back the juice until it was completely gone. You stood up and walked over to the door leading back inside.
"Oi."
Your mood fouled as you turned to see your least favourite person standing behind you.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He questions. "You're not seriously going to leave me with those idiots."
Sasha pouts and Baldie makes a face.
"I've got...homework to do." You say quickly as you toss your juice box into a garbage can and throw open the door. You hear him click his tongue in annoyance before the door slams shut. You make your way down the stairs without looking back.

~

'Finally...' You sigh as your class is dismissed for the day. That day was utter hell. Just thinking of it gives you a gross feeling.

You quickly slip out of the classroom and head up to the place you usually go after school; the roof. It's the perfect place to go at this time, since everyone else is busy with club activities.
Once you arrive, you sit on the bench in your regular spot. You couldn't help it; you were a creature of habit. Sitting in a different place was out of the question. You place your bag to your right and dig out your iPod and sketch book. You insert your earbuds, hit random, and let whatever song play while placing the iPod to your left. You feel at ease as you gently open your sketch book to your current project; anatomy. You were starting to get good at it but you still needed practise. You roughly sketch out a figure, which soon transforms into a ballerina. You press the pencil down slightly harder as you curve it around her waist and than up to her bosom. You make small, light strokes as you shape her upper arms and shoulders. Using the same pressure on the pencil, you make the arms narrower as you come close to her wrist and-
"You draw?"
You instinctively bring the drawing up to your chest and hold it there as soon as you begin to hear the question that sounded more like a statement. You glower at the person behind you. "What do you want?" You say stiffly as he sits down next to you without asking.
"Nothing." He says dryly.
You continue to glower as you begin to gather your things to make your way to the exit.
"I wouldn't do that." He says with no emotion once again.
"Why?" You say venomously.
"Because," His gaze wanders to the door. "Petra's looking for you. She wants to give you a, 'Talking to'." He says with slight sarcasm. "I told her I'd check the roof and tell her if I saw you. If you leave she will probably find you immediately." He turns his head back to face you, and your eyes connect with his striking grey ones. You nervously look away after a moment, not being able to hold his intense gaze.
"Fine." You look away from him and try to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you.

You sit in awkward silence for a few minutes before he lazily glances down to your iPod.
"What are you listening to?" He says with an uninterested tone, but he still watches you for an answer.
The feelings inside you mix as you unlock your iPod and show him the song title. 'Why was he so rude to me before, but now he's...nice-ish?' You wonder as he holds out a hand. You give him a confused look. He taps his ear. You understand, but you're still confused. You hesitantly take out a earbud and place it in his hand. You watch him closely as he wipes it on his pants and then inserts it in his ear. After a moment he makes a satisfactory sound. "Not bad."
Your face colours slightly, so you quickly look away. 'I don't understand him!!'

~

At half past five, he decides it's safe for you to leave.
You mumble your thanks and make your way to the door, with him right on your tail. You try to ignore your annoyance as he continues to follow behind you to the shoe lockers. You hastily change your shoes and quickly walk to the door only to find him already there, seemingly waiting. You pretend to not notice him and continue your way out of the school gates. You turn the corner. You still hear footsteps behind you. You turn your head halfway and stop, looking at him resentfully. He stops too. "What are you doing?" You ask sullenly.
"Going home. What does it look like?"
"..."

He continues to follow you until you arrive at the top of your street. You quickly turn the corner and stalk down the street. Your body relaxes as you hear him pass by, without saying a word, to the next street.
"Thank god." You murmur to yourself as you open the gate, and than the door to your house.
You close the door behind you and rest on it for a moment. You let out a tired sigh, then slip out of your shoes.
"I'm home." You say quietly to nobody.
You drag your feet to the living room and fall face first onto the couch. You eyes flutter shut as you sigh once again.

"What a day..."