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( CONNIE & ARMIN, 3-WAY)
VII.  CUBAN LINKS . ‧₊˚♥︎
00.7 | 6:33 AM | 愛

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ you were in a deep sleep, which wasn't anything out of the blue. you were a heavy sleeper, and small noises never usually woke you up. but on this particular morning, you couldn't help but shift out of bed. it was around six in the damn morning, and some strange noise was waking you up.

"maldito [damn] you sleepy heavily." comes in a familiar voice, your eyes swishing over to the male who currently hovered over you. it was connie, and he seemed dressed for some kind of occasion. it was causal though, so you assumed it was for school; maybe? "you don't have any classes today, or what?"

if your senses were any more heightened, he would've scared the shit out of you; and you would've embarrassed yourself. you glance over to the ground to find your bonnet somehwere on the floor, and you mentally sigh. your hair was probably fucked up.

"why are you in my room?" you mutter, partially embarrassed. "and i'm a girl, what if i was naked, or something?"

"are you asking if i'd complain?" he questions, tongue flicking out to catch his lips. damn, he was fine. if you were any dumber, you would've gave it to him right then, and there. "si ese es el caso entonces no, [if that's the case, then no]."

what did he say? it should've been obvious he spoke spanish because of his ethnicity, but it still caught you by surprise. you find your face randomly hot, and you're leaning up from your spot. you wanted to know what he said, but you didn't wanna look too interested in getting to know him aside from being a roommate.

connie chuckles, waving you off. "be ready in twenty." is all he says before he exits your room, leaving you more confused and flustered than ever.

well, it was time to get ready. you glance over at your alarm, flicking it off just before it could ring again. you notice it had already snoozed a couple of times, meaning you slept through your alarm. wait, was your alarm the reason connie came in your room? it made sense, there wasn't any way he actually cared about you specifically.

getting ready wouldn't take all that long, since you showered at night. when you got done brushing your teeth, you attended to your clothes that were already picked out, luckily. not to mention you had to rush and do a little bit of makeup, since you only had time for lip liner, and gloss.

you should've set several alarms instead of just one, this was ridiculous. when you finally left your room, you were still yawning; and wiping your eyes. how did he have any energy at all? you could clearly see connie eating some kind of breakfast styled burrito, his attention soon meeting yours.

"oh. you ready to leave?" he questions, and you couldn't help the confused look you currently wore on your pretty face.

"where's the other one?"

connie shrugs, running a hand through short hair strands. "he doesn't feel well." he says, keys in hand as he eyes you.

you were dressed in a pair of fitted flared leggings, and a fitted black puffer jacket; along with your platform ugg slippers. your curly hair was out and about, just as it was yesterday. it framed your face structure so nicely, you looked so effortlessly pretty. the beauty mark on your cheek truly wasn't just for show.

it's not like it was criminal of connie to check you out when you passed by him; just about any guy would've done it. who could resist a woman in tight flared leggings? it was clear you did some kind of working out on the side, or maybe it was genetics? either way you were fit to a tea, it wasn't surprising.

he didn't know much about your personality, but you had a gorgeous face and a nice body. you were the kind of girl he would sleep with, and that was something he wouldn't mind doing. you said you didn't like him, but like eren said; connie was everyone's type. if he wanted you, he could get you— and he was confident when he claimed that.

"say, how often you work out?" connie questions, shutting the door after himself and locking it. you blink inwardly at him, wondering why he would even ask that question. what made him want to ask, anyway?

"i don't really work out, but i do exercise. like stretches, and stuff. why?" you pause, turning to face the taller male.

"no reason, just curious." you settle down in the passenger seat, now satisfied. it was comfortable up here, and it was easier to feel the heater. it was cold as fuck outside, the snow was unpredictable and unpleasant, you wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in your bed.

"where you from again?" connie questions, flicking on a button that would activate the car's heater. you roll your eyes after catching a sense of deja vu. didn't armin ask you the same thing before?

"florida. do you and armin share the same brain cell? he asked me the same shit." you mutter, buckling in your seatbelt. "by the way, i joined the cheer team and i forgot to ask about the scheduling. is it like an everyday thing, or something?"

connie perks a brow, head cocked to the side. "what do you mean? it's usually like a few days out of the week. what, have you never joined a sport or something? it's common sense." you knew he wasn't trying to sound mean, but man did that shit still sting a little.

he was right, you've never joined a sports or any extracurricular activity before. you usually stayed at home, and took any physical courses online. of course that meant cheating and lying to you coach about actually doing the activities, but oh well. "i've never joined a sport before, this is my first year cheerleading." you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"wait, you made it on the team?" he questions, seemingly shocked. what was so hard to understand about that? "you know that team is full of bitches, right? like nasty attitudes, and bullies. i'm surprised you got in, they tryouts for that shit complicated as hell..."

well, you knew they were mean but you didn't know they were known for being mean. it should've been obvious, now that you were processing the information. you sigh, folding your arms across your chest. "i figured. once i found out, i thought about quitting but that captain bitch seems entertaining. you know she's crazy, and over armin? his self centered ass of all people?" you instigate, yawning into your palm.

connie didn't think he'd ever hear a girl admit they found armin self centered. it was factious, but usually women were too head-over-heels for him to admit that. not only that, you seemed unaffected by the fact that your cheerleading experience wouldn't end well. you had the looks and (definitely) the body to join the team, but he could tell you weren't the drama oriented type of person.

"yeah, and armin won't ever give her a chance." connie says, stopping the car at a red light. "i tell her this all the time."

"you talk to her?" you ask, slipping your socked feet out of your slippers. "nevermind, it kinda makes sense." it was like the classic quarterback, and cheerleader captain troupe; definitely wasn't anything new, just a bit surprising. they probably had history.

when connie didn't respond, you weren't shocked or anything. still, today was your first day practicing for the cheer team, meaning you'd have to face that kenna girl; again. honestly, after that lunch incident, you were starting to think her hate for you was rooted more deeply than you initially thought.