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( CONNIE & ARMIN, 3-WAY)
XI. GAME NIGHT . ‧₊˚♥︎
00. 10 | 9:22 PM | 愛

( i was supposed to publish this like
a month ago, but i didn't. but here's
the chapter omg i'm so late,
imma upload the next one after this )

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ two weeks seemed to pass by quicker than usual, and before you knew it you actually adjusted to the living conditions of this house. it wasn't so bad, they were both clean; (although armin seemed like a clean freak), they washed their dishes when they were done, connie either wasn't at the house very often, and/or armin didn't leave his room for the majority of the day. it was perfect for you.

except, you still hated cheer, and practicing it in general. kenna seemed to complain about the way you performed the most, and honestly— it was sort of funny seeing her get ticked off about the smallest of things.

"[name], you have to get this shit down. we're missing a member, so you have to cheer tonight, and you're horrible. like damn, have you just not been practicing?" kenna snapped, catching the attention of other cheerleaders.

you didn't think you were doing so bad. you got the basics down at least, she was just doing some complicated shit. you heard you were cheering for the opening game, meaning the first game of the year. you just weren't sure why she was trying so hard, it's not like armin would be out on the field.

you'd sigh, blowing at a loose curl strand. "i mean, she ain't doing all that bad. i'd give it like a week, or two maybe..." iclyn says, causing kenna to roll her eyes.

"bitch, if we had a week or two i wouldn't be complaining. we have to perform tonight. you got any more classes today?" you shrug, which seemed to be good. "good, you can practice the routine here until nine-thirty."

you scoff. "nine-thirty? but the game starts at nine." you were curious to know what her plan was, it was either that; or you got your timetables switched up.

"yeah, no shit. you'll just come in during the last quarter, that way you're performing, and i don't get in trouble for not letting you perform, even though if i could i'd just not put you in at all." kenna says, a subtle glare on her face. "do your makeup and shit at nine, the hair ties are in the dressing room."

so you barely had to perform, and you were gonna get your extracurricular points? you hated the bitch because of her random and unjustified attitude, but her plan wasn't that dumb. still, you'd rather not show up at all and let her get in trouble.

"i can't wait to see connie play!" one of the cheerleaders said, one you hadn't known the name of.

"he's playing?" you ask, not even expecting a response since most of the teammates seemed to hate you; because they were following after kenna. how were you still on this team? only a small handful of them were decent people.

"duh! he's the quarterback...."

damn, he really was great at everything. you knew he played football, but he was also good at it. the quarterback? seriously? wait, did that mean you'd have to cheer for him? damn, you weren't gonna be as good as everyone else, you were so fucking glad you were coming in at the last quarter, you'd make sure to pick a spot in the back.

why did you care anyway? it's not like you were concerned about messing up in front of him. okay, maybe you were a little scared. "damn..." you mutter, placing a hand on your hip.

"scared to mess up in front of your boyfriend?" kenna questions, followed by laughter. of course, she knew how quick you had grown to connie. hell, he even admitted to holding an attraction to you, even when he wasn't high. kenna still didn't like the thought of you two together, but it was better than you even looking in armin's direction.

when you came in school, you were usually taking to connie. armin would just trail behind the two of you, without saying anything himself. he wasn't paying you any attention, and that factor was something kenna enjoyed.

"you are pretty close with connie. you two fuckin' or something? i wouldn't be surprised..." iclyn comments, sticking her head out from kenna's back. "i'm gay, but i'd def' let connie hit if he asked nicely." she said, earning a few hums of agreement.

"no for real! it's connie over the whole friend group any-day." he had some loyal fans.

you'd just listen in silence, at their ridiculous accusations. they couldn't be serious. did they actually think you'd go for someone like connie?

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ you were trying to get through the people in your way, quickly excusing yourself as you made your way through. it was nine-twenty-five, and you were trying to make your way to the stadium. you heard it was a straight line forward, and you would've made it on time if the basketball players weren't blocking the fucking hallways.

"oh, hey [name]. looking good in that cheerleading outfit, perfect length, loving how much shorter the uniforms have gotten since last year..." one of the basketball players commented, with a whistle. people seemed to agree with him, since they clapped.

"thanks. can you walk me to the stadium?" you ask, looking in his direction. "wait, jean was that you? did you say that?" you ask him, eyebrows narrowed as you glared subtly at him. he was cute so you honestly didn't mind that much, but you felt a little disrespected here.

jean rolls his eyes. "what? no, that was eren." the brunette winked at you, which sent shivers down your spine. you'd glare at him in return, although you were still listening to jean. "why do you need to be walked to the stadium? the game started ages ago."

"long story. just walk me there, can i make it in five?" you ask him, handing your bag over to eren, since he seemed to be full of energy although his match just ended. he took it, although he looked confused.

the three of you began walking, and you were touching up your appearance in the meantime. you wanted to at least look pretty for the last quarter you'd be performing in. it's not like connie would be watching you, he was probably too distracted with the game, anyway. there was no reason to be nervous!

after a few minutes you finally made it. you could see your teammates somewhere in the crowd. "thanks jean... and eren, i guess. i'll see you after the game!"

"your bag—" you had already walked away, making your way on to the field where the rest of the cheerleaders were. did you make it in time? it just seemed to reach the third quarter, so you made it right in time. you would not have gotten here this fast if it wasn't for jean, amen to that nigga.

meanwhile, armin moved from his spot on the bleachers to approach jean, and eren. he couldn't help noticing how zesty eren looked, with a backpack, and a purse tossed around his shoulder. the purse even lingered down his arm, dangling around his elbow.

"period..." armin says, his out of character line causing eren to look around, before he noticed the purse on his shoulder. he'd nudge armin, before quickly moving the accessory elsewhere. jean was laughing like hell, quickly ending the fit with a cough, once he noticed eren's serious expression.

"fuck you. this is [name]'s bag. damn, i can't believe i'm holding this." he says, pulling a tube of lip gloss from your bag, along with a container or moisturizer, and shea-butter.

"get out of her bag." armin tells him, looking around the stadium. the game was finally in the final few quarters, and connie was performing really well today. he scored three touchdowns, which put their school in the lead. "where is she, anyway?"

"right there." jean says, pointing to the brown-skinned woman who approached the rest of the cheerleaders. armin couldn't see you all that well, but from what he could tell; you looked amazing. the uniform was perfect on your proportions, and your hair was pretty in the new style you did it in. shit, your skin always found a way to glow, even with the weather conditions. undoubtedly, you caught the attention of others.

connie definitely had the better view, though. he'd flick his attention over to you as he sipped on the liquid from the bottle of gatorade he drank. the two of you were only a few feet away from one another, so there wasn't any way you didn't see him— unless you were purposely avoiding his gaze.

you were listening to kenna's instructions, hands placed on your hips. "[name], you're gonna be in the back. can't risk anything."

"is there anything to drink here? i'm thirsty as hell." you asked, hand on your hip as you fanned yourself.

"the drinks are on the bench over there. just hurry, their coach is gonna be nearby any minute now."

you hoped they had some water over there, maybe even body armors. you were late as fuck to the game, all the good shit was probably gone by now. you despised gatorades since they hardly had flavor, but if you had no choice, you'd drink one.

as you were walking up to the bench, you couldn't help noticing a familiar individual. oh, connie. what were the chances of you two running into one another? you wanted to just stay out of sight from anyone all game, even eren and jean; maria too if she was here. you would have to get in more practice, your moves wouldn't be as sharp, and efficient as the rest of the girls on the team.

the school's football uniforms were black, and actually looked really nice, especially the material of them, they even correlated with the cheer outfits; as expected, since... you were from the same school. connie's helmet was tucked off to the side, wrapped in his right arm. as expected, he was a tad bit sweaty (which somehow made him more attractive).

oh, was he smiling and waving at you? not like you could deny that, especially when he was so good looking.

"hey, connie." you start, sitting down next to him. he was away from the rest of his teammates, was this the break time? you didn't know how football worked, and you weren't interested in learning either.

"sup, gorgeous." you didn't think he'd gaze at you this hard, and it was difficult pretending he wasn't— when... well, he was. to make matters worse, the man looked better than ever. you said you didn't have a thing for athletes and you meant that, but he was still cute. "why you here so late? thought you'd skip out on the first game."

"that was the plan, but i figured i'd watch you guys lose. sounds more fun." you say smiling cheekily; like you had just said the best joke ever, although it was quite mediocre compared to most.

connie scoffs. "lose? i bet you're cheering in the back." there was a moment of silence shared between the two of you, and in that moment connie seemed to come to a realization. "wait, are you really cheering in the back? pensé que llegaría a verte [thought i'd get to see you]."

"shut up, it's only temporary. what did you even say just now?" everytime connie spoke spanish, his accent seemed to change. he'd talk a bit quicker than usual, and his voice seemed to grow deeper. you noticed that usually happened when people switched to their original languages.

"nothing important. say, how about you get up, and spin for me, bonita? as a celebration for my soon to be win?" did he just call you pretty? you found your face getting undoubtedly hot, at the suggestion— rather than the spanish compliment he just gave you. hell, the worse part was you considered it for a second.

"spin for you?" you'd ask, before getting up; drink in hand. he'd nod reluctantly, tongue swiping out to catch his lips; causing his dimples to poke into his cheeks. he'd eye you up and down, taking his sweet time doing simply that. it honestly had you questioning what you looked like to him at the moment. the best way to describe the look in his eyes was hunger, and for just a short moment; you swore you saw his eyes stop at your thighs.

"no. isn't your game about to start?" your face was hot in embarrassment, and you had to avert your attention elsewhere. why were you a little turned on?

"i'm just messing around." you definitely didn't think he was joking. "you should go though, my coach is about to come back."

"right..." you say, although you would've very much preferred connie's company. "good luck, see you after the game." you'd smile, waving him off. connie would just watch you leave, licking at his lips.

how in the hell didn't he have you yet?