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( CONNIE & ARMIN, 3-WAY)
X. 99 PROBLEMS . ‧₊˚♥︎
00.9 | 6:08 PM | 愛

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ you walked up to connie's car, fixing your hair. damn, this weather wasn't any joke. you hoped connie's car was hot or something, because damn. were you expected to perform in this cold weather? you weren't all that interested in cheering anyway, quitting the team wouldn't be a problem for you. there wasn't anyone you knew on the team anyway, wouldn't be a lost for you.

just before you could approach connie's car, the passenger seat door opened. you paused, wondering why he would've been in there in the first place. that's until you saw the blonde-haired cheerleader, who you had grown to dislike. she was fixing the fit of her jacket, backpack tossed around her shoulder.

what in the hell?

you'd pause for a short second, watching her walk past you. she had a slight smirk on her lips when she did so, and you'd sort of do a full one-eighty just to watch her walk away. why was she walking out of connie's car? thinking back on it, you knew armin disliked her, but connie never had an opinion to give.

this was so annoying. you'd walk over to connie's car with a slight change in attitude, feeling a bit awkward. and you had to sit in her damn seat? you shouldn't even be that surprised, knowing her and knowing what little of connie you did, they probably had some history together.

you'd sit down, closing the door after yourself. you'd pause, after smelling cologne, and the scent of marjiuanna. were the two of them smoking in here? "why was she even in your car? i heard you weren't a hoe, but i'm starting to question that." you say, glancing at him while you buckled your seatbelt in.

connie was... very attractive. hell, even now it was almost suffocating. he was watching you so intently, you'd like to guess it was the weed giving off this effect. his eyes were sort of low, and his hazel eyes looked even prettier than usual— especially in this lighting. his senses were probably heightened as an effect of the weed, because he laughed slightly longer than usual at your question. what was funny?

damn. this nigga fine.

"nothing happened. she was just asking me about you know who..." he answers, shrugging his shoulders.

"y—yeah..." damn. why were you even stuttering? you quickly look elsewhere, biting your lip. what were you even supposed to do? usually you didn't care about attractive guys, and it was easier to ignore them but you were sort of trapped in this space. well, unless you wanted to take the bus home, or something.

"i should drive." you volunteer, quickly changing the topic. "i'd like to live after this, incase you didn't know that."

"sure. you can drive?" he questions, clearly taken aback? he couldn't be serious. of course you knew how to drive? well, you did only get your license a month ago, but that's besides the point. at least you had it! people usually got there's at a younger age, but you weren't that good or a driver, since you hated getting on the interstate.

"yeah, now move."

by the time you took the wheel, it was already getting later in the afternoon. you were driving  in silence, since you refused to start a conversation with him again. he kept stealing glances at you too, and you were honestly kinda doing the same— but you'd never admit to that. at least not aloud.

"you weren't this quiet this morning. tell me, you scared of kenna?" of course he'd ask something like that.  he was trying to be funny, and it was kinda funny, but you didn't want to give him the reaction he was craving.

"yeah, i'm so scared she'll beat my ass." you blandly say, stopping the vehicle at a red light. "you got your wallet on you?" you'd question, lighting tapping your socked-foot against the gas pedal.

"yeah, why?"

"oh, i wanted some food. the lunch options weren't good today, i should start bringing my own." that was easier than expected. once connie told you to pull into a wingstop nearby, you could hardly contain your excitement as you ordered your food, making sure to add connie's stuff on as well.

then, you pulled into an empty lot to open your food, not before thanking connie for paying for it in the first place. as you bit into wing you couldn't help noticing connie's phone was ringing, which caused your attention to flick upwards. "oh. are you i-can't-answer-my-own-phone, high? damn, please put me on your weed man."

"no, i'm not. damn, you gon' eat everything?" he questions, picking a fry from your tray. you didn't really like the voodoo fries, so you just ordered the regular ones. the seasoning was really good, definitely your favorite out of every restaurant to exist. only when they were fresh, though.

"my bad..." the two of you were eating, and it was a comforting silence.

you knew it wasn't your business, but you were still bothered about that captain bitch not only smirking at you, but leaving connie's car. you know he mentioned the topic being armin, but that was so hard to believe. she fixed her jacket too, and her hair. the fuck were they doing in this car? her perfume scent lingered too, it was irritating your senses. you fucking hated floral scents, they were the worse.

maybe you were overthinking this, but was something going on between them? and if so, why did you care?

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ armin didn't think he'd get used to seeing your face so often, but he also couldn't complain. slowly but surely, connie had began attending less parties— which was a good thing, since it meant less smoking, and drinking. you clearly seemed comforted by his presence, since you never complained about him invading your personal space. hell, the two of you even shared the same humor. it was surprising, since connie never really related to any girl he's talked to.

armin continued on with his daily schedule, and for a little over a week, your presence became hard to forget. he was sort of used to you living here, although you did stupid shit like leaving your lip gloss on the kitchen counter, or forgetting your perfume bottle on the living room's couch. you at least cleaned up after yourself, because whatever curly hair he saw on the ground usually disappeared by the end of the day.

armin didn't have any sisters, and he's never dated a girl— so it's not like he was just supposed to know what their habits were. it wasn't so bad, at least. getting you was sort of a score on his part, because things could be worse. in some other universe, he was probably sharing a room with kenna. that alone was enough to send chills throughout his body.

"one thing about that boy connie is he don't lie." eren glazed, earning a nodding agree from jean, who sat across from him. it was around nine at night, and the two of them were staying over since they didn't have classes tomorrow.

"on god. if he want something, he gon' get it, it's in his nature." could they shut up?

"you two gonna ride until the gas goes out?" sasha mutters, taking a bite out of her slice of pizza. she was the most talkative one, how could armin forget she was here? "connie doesn't need you attempting to keep his legacy alive, or whatever. makes you sound dumb."

"i raised him right..." eren says, completely ignoring what sasha had to say. she kissed her teeth, continuing to ignore the two as she did before. "if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have gotten this far in the first place. damn, that must suck for you armin. to think i almost believed you when you said she wouldn't go for someone like him."

"same, he's the smart one so i assumed he'd just be right... what are you thoughts on this, amrin?" jean asked, holding up an invisible microphone, and shutting armin's laptop in the process.

"can you two be quiet? if i don't finish this essay by eleven fifty-nine, my grade is going to drop." armin finally spoke, before pulling his laptop open once more. he should've known better than to invite these three over, although they were his peace of mind; they were disobedient as hell when it came down to following simple instructions.

"leave him alone, he's happy now. this just means more kenna for him." sasha said, earning a fit of laughter from eren, and jean; and only a small chuckle from armin himself. they always knew how to get a reaction out of him.

"doesn't that mean less connie for you?" armin knew the two of them were only friends, but a while back, there were rumors circulating around about the possibility of them dating. they never said anything about it, although around that time, being in the friend group was unbearable.

"damn!" jean and eren said simultaneously, and even sasha rolled her eyes.

"yeah, yeah, yeah. anyway, you do realize kenna has been obsessed with you for years, right? what are you ever gonna do about that? you straight up rejected her, and she still keeps coming back for more..." sasha says, her voice low as if they were in a secluded area. it was a gossip tone everyone used unknowingly.

"on god... it's not even the cute obsession, it's the concerned kind. i feel like she's one of those if i can't have you, nobody can type of girls..." jean also adds, earning a nod from his peers who surrounded the table.

armin knew they were right. kenna was on his back, even before they slept together. of course he was drunk the night they slept together, but he still had some control. being the smart guy he was, he wasn't sure why he assumed she'd just leave him alone after sex— so he conditioned things to make it look like he used her, by immediately leaving her after the sexual intercourse, and completely keeping out of touch with her.

yet oddly enough, she seemed to like him even more. she confessed; armin obviously rejected her, and here they were. [name] was starting to take the blame for it, and he absolutely hated that shit. it's not like he had any sympathy for you, he just... felt bad. you didn't do anything, and kenna hated you. all because of him.

"honestly, i'm not sure." armin admits, palm pressed against his cheek. "i'm thinking about giving things a shot, just so she can leave—"

"what?!" jean, and sasha questioned in unison. eren who was walking back from the fridge paused in his actions, empanada still in hand.

"armin, why would you give her a chance?" jean asked, holding the blonde by his shoulders, and shaking him— which was a bit dramatic on his part. armin deadpanned him, wanting to roll his eyes right then and there.

"you don't have to date her. i mean, you could just... y'know, get an actual girlfriend." sasha suggests, and jean nods.

"i'm not interested in anyone, and i'm pretty sure she won't care about me having a girlfriend." eren would nod in agreement, since he knew armin was right about that. nothing would stop that girl, he knew that well.

armin would soon excuse himself from his group of friends, before stepping outside, and going for a walk outside. he wasn't sure what he could do, though he knew things would only get worse. especially with you in the picture, who knew what lengths kenna would go through to make sure you weren't bothering armin.

the blonde would sigh, attention focused on the moon. this was going to be tricky.