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( CONNIE & ARMIN, 3-WAY)
XIV. FOOL ME ONCE . ‧₊˚♥︎
00. 13 | 7:44 PM | 愛

( if you're still reading this...
you a warrior fr ✊🏾 )

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ armin knocks on the door in front of him, uncertainty shown clearly on his face. when he doesn't get a response, he debates on leaving right then and there— but he doesn't. he simply knocks again, before stuffing either or his hands into his pocket. he would've called her in advance, but he forgot what her number was on his phone—or he blocked it.

a couple of seconds had passed before he heard the sound of a doorknob jangling. his attention was direct once the door finally opened. the woman's hair wasn't blonde anyone, and she was actually wearing her natural hair. kinda looks like the style you did last week. it suited her quite well, and framed her face nicely.

kenna didn't even say anything, only stepping out of the way so armin could enter. he'd pull his coat off, folding the clothing accessory around his arm; without uttering a single word. heck, he wasn't sure what to say still—although he practiced over his lines quite a few times last night.

"why are you here...?" the suspicion, and mild confusion in her voice was to be expected. she was already dressed for cheer, seeing as though she had a game today. it was around seven in the evening, and it was a friday. this would make the fourth game of the season.

"i'll take you to your game. you're ready, right?" armin asked, his expression remaining neutral. "after, there's something i wanted to discuss with you, if you have time." armin knew she would make time for him anyway, it was obvious.

"discuss? is this about connie or—"

"no." he'd say, not intending to cut her off like that. eh, whatever—he doesn't care anyway. he'd look around her place, taking note on how unorganized everything was. it wasn't like this the last time he visited, but then again; he did always pop out at random. to be fair, this was only the second time he's come to her house willingly.

the first time was... well, pretty self explanatory.

armin regrets that.

a lot.

"come on, i'm getting a headache just standing in here." armin complains, brushing a hand against his forehead. he'd walk out of her house, hearing her rush behind him. she'd lock the door, trailing quickly after him; in attempt to keep up with his pace. seriously? the least he could've done was slow down.

"is this about me calling you this morning?" she asked, concern in her voice. armin always told her to leave him alone, yet he never took the time out of his day to block her. he did it once, but after that; he stopped.

"no."

"you said no, but is this about connie in any way...?" she said, cringing a bit. she was talking to connie more than usual, and it was always about armin. maybe he got tired, and told him?

"again, no." he says, eyebrows narrowing. "you can stop guessing, it's not anything troubling."

"alright..." kenna says, although she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was odd here. armin didn't really like her all that much, and often admitted to finding her annoying. she hadn't experienced that with other men, maybe he finally realized what he was missing?

kenna would smirk. "so, then what is this about? we won't reach the school for another ten minutes, so..."

"that is true." armin says, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. the corner of his lips would twitch up a bit for only a second, before he speaks once more; "but i'd rather wait. i don't want to take away from your experience tonight, i mean."

kenna noticed the smile on his lips, her fingers clenching around her palm. he was so handsome, not to mention she never saw him smile before. had he smiled in front of her before [name]? armin was stunning, but this took his attractiveness to an entirely new level. wasn't this a good thing?

she didn't smell any weed on him, and she wasn't close enough to detect alcohol— although she was sure she couldn't capture the scent of that either. armin doesn't even smoke, which makes sense. he was completely normal, and hadn't been the least bit intoxicated. so nothing was up? shit, maybe tonight would be even better than she originally planned.

☆ ˚ ༘ ⋆ there were plenty of whispers traveling around campus. some were exaggerated, some were partially true. it didn't take long for them to reach a certain someone; since you had a friend who enjoyed gossiping, and talking about things that surfaced around the school. whether they were true or not; you were always entertained.

you were in the mirror, fixing the fit of your uniform. you had lost a couple of pounds from excessively exercising, and skipping out on meals. you'd get back on track soon, you were just going through a random spurt of stress. college wasn't as easy as you thought it would be; on top of sports as well.

"everyone's saying armin drove, and walked kenna to the stadium."

you scoff, fixing the fluffy edges to your barbie ponytail. "yeah right. armin hates that girl."

"[name], i'm serious, there's even a video. they were talking too, and armin didn't seem as irritated as he usually is." maria explains, a hand pressed against her waist. "you know what this means, right?"

a video? "wait, can i see?" maria showed you the video; and surely enough, he was actually walking with her. he was saying a few things, that couldn't have been rude— since kenna had this big smile on her face. wait, she finally took that damn blonde lace out? you almost put your pride aside, and asked her who the fuck did her hair cause the shit ate all the time.

"damn. i wonder why he's walking with her." you hated her, so of course you'd be slightly offended. it's not like armin owed you anything, but it still feels strange.

"don't know. damn. people are gonna be talking about this shit for ages. i wonder what even happened. armin drove her, and everything." maria says, eyeing you.

"for real? they don't even look good together." you mutter, tossing your backpack over your shoulder. maria was done putting on her uniform and doing her makeup, on the bright side. "you ready?"

once she nodded, the two of you finally headed off to the stadium. you were talking about the situation, solely because it was just so damn interesting. how did armin even let that happen? the way he described her, you'd think he'd avoid her at all cost.

but sometimes, people talked bad about those who they're secretly interested in. but for real? armin didn't even talk about kenna unless she was somehow brought into the topic. he avoided her, barely held conversations with her, hell— he didn't even open the door for her (damn). so why would he go out of his way to pick her up, and bring her here? did he like her the entire fucking time?

she was pretty, it wouldn't be hard to believe. she was toxic too, just like how guys in this generation preferred women. you shouldn't even care since this didn't concern you in any way, but still; it was definitely shocking.

"damn, there they go..." ahead of you walked the two, although you and maria couldn't hear what was being discussed. armin was dressed causally, with a cashmere sweater over his turtleneck. he looks comfortable, and stylist,

you could see eren and jean wave at him, before the two of them are stopped mid-conversation. did they have to stop in the middle of the damn halls? you and maria exchanged glances, clearly wondering the same thing. this hallway was long as fuck with no turns, just a straight shot. you'd have to walk a few minutes to reach the front.

"damn... we should try to be quiet—" you say, until you're directly cut off.

"[name], maria! didn't see you two." eren says, with a smirk on his lips. so he knew the two of you were trying to stay out of sight? you wanted to snatch that damn eyebrow piercing out, and watch him bleed until he couldn't anymore.

"oh, hey guys!" maria says, tugging on to your jacket to pull you with her. armin turns around, you and his eyes meeting. he was clearly shocked, a light pink color staining his pale cheeks. cute. you'd be embarrassed if you were him as well.

"sup... so you can't speak, [name]?" jean asked, clearly finding humor in this situation. "don't know why i expected more from you." well, him and eren didn't seem to have a problem with armin and kenna, maybe they discussed something privately with him?

"shut up. in case you didn't notice we have a game to attend in..." you'd stop talking and trail off, glancing at the watch on your wrist. what the fuck, you had a spare twenty minutes? "three minutes, so we're trying to rush." you lie, standing awkwardly next to maria.

"your game is in twenty, but nice try. speaking of, con told me to give you this..." eren says, handing you a tube of lip gloss. you thank him quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "you should stop carrying them around, i'm tired of finding lip gloss tubes in his car every time i go in."

"in the car, huh?" jean says, a knowing glint in his eyes. "you two always seem to be in there. a lot of people go there for... alone time?!"

you furrow your brows, although you couldn't deny your face had grown hot. shit, why did he have to have to befriend such stupid, and inappropriate people? "shut up..."

"just shut up?" eren says, dazed. usually you'd say much more, and even threaten to get physical with him. "hold on, i need to call connie, there's definitely something happening behind the scenes—"

"leave her alone." armin suddenly says, cutting the brunette off. just listening to eren insinuate something was annoying in itself. he had to admit, he was wrong about you not going after someone like connie. you did the complete opposite, and did just that. believe him, connie told him the stories all the time.

he'd glance over at you, surprised to find you were already doing the same. he didn't miss the way you glanced between him and kenna, the confusion clear as day in your eyes. ignoring everyone else, and even eren, connie's, and jean's jokes was easy, but the disappointment in your eyes was another thing. it definitely stings a little, even if he doesn't show it.

"let's go, i want to get some food before the game starts." kenna says, suddenly tugging armin forward with her.

"damn... blink twice if you need help." maria mumbles, which caused the four of you to laugh. they were already further from you three, though kenna did glance back to see what the fuss was about. in the process she'd smirk at you, leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

"insecure bitch... hey, you two know what happened, right?" you'd lean forward to grab a hold of eren's ear, quickly dragging the male in your direction before he could walk away; like how he clearly planned. "don't test me, eren. i will snatch that industrial out if i have to."

"the fuck? i'm just as lost as you." eren said, arms crossed over his chest. he's repeatedly saying 'ow' as your grip tightens on the anatomy, and in less than three seconds he's talking again, though he was pleading for you to let him go in the process. "crazy ass!" he'd say once he finally escaped you.

"damn monster..." jean says.

"what happened?" you ask.

"armin was talking about giving her a chance. don't know why, he never explained." eren explains, massaging his ear. "caught us all by surprise. he went to her house, and brought her here. and tonight, i think he plans on telling her about giving the relationship idea a shot."

"relationship?" you ask, confused.

this is not going to end well.