Chapter 1: What?!

                                    

                                          
Levi's PoV
                          
Riiiiing...
                          
When I heard the bell rang, I hurriedly stood up and picked up my bag. I strode out of the room, not bothering to apologize to the ones I bumped into as I get out. I just want to get out of this hellhole called school.
                          
I went to my locker and stuffed my things like books and such. I'm not going to need them this weekend. After I locked it up, I walked straight to the gate and made my way to my job.
                          
As I walked down the corridor, I saw a familiar mop of chocolate brown hair standing not too far from me. He's together with a certain blond whose hair is bowl-styled. Another addition to the group is a raven-haired girl whom I was very familiar with. Why wouldn't I? She's my younger sister. Only a person worse than a fucking idiot wouldn't recognize their own sibling.
                          
I just ignored them and continued to walk. That's until I heard someone called my name.
                          
"Levi!" I grunted and turned around to look at who called me. What surprised me though is when I saw that certain brunet waved at me as he walked towards my direction. There goes his smile. That fucking smile that I've grown to love.
                          
Grown to love silently, that is.
                          
"What is it, Yeager?" I maintained my voice to be monotone even when deep inside me, I can feel my stomach do flips. You fucking traitor.
                          
"I just want to ask if we're allowed to stay at your place later this evening? We planned to have a sleepover and we decided to do it on your house." He smiled at me as he voiced out his request. Sleepover? What are they? Fucking elementary schoolers?
                          
"Why does it have to be at our damn house? Do it at yours." Of course that's a lie. I already gave in to his request even before he said it. I just don't want to look THAT willing to let him stay. That's too much of a give away.
                          
"Aww, come on. Just say yes, okay? We're not going to do any mess if that's what you're worrying about." Damn this shitty brat and that pout of his. I clicked my tongue before I glared at him.
                          
"Tch, fine. But if I saw even a single drop of stain on any of the furnitures, I will-"
                          
"Decapitate our head and shove it down our ass before kicking us to the next millenium," he paused and laughed, "I know, I know. Don't worry about that. See you later then, Levi." He winked and walked away, back to where Armin and Mikasa is standing. I just stared at him as he walked. Did he just winked at me?
                          
I felt my cheeks became a little warm and I quickly walked away. Shitty brat, making me feel like this.
                          
I hate it. I fucking hate it.
                          
I hate the way I feel about him. I hate the way he didn't even have a single fucking clue about what I feel. I hate the way how even the littlest things about him makes me fall for him more. Most importantly, I hate myself for letting myself fall for the brat. Hell, I don't even know if he's gay.
                          
I let out an exasperated groan before I focused myself on getting on the job. I can't let him distract me.
                          
After fifteen minutes of walking, I finally saw the café. After a few more walks, I opened the door and entered the establishment.
                          
I went straight to the employees room and settled my bag on the assigned locker. I grabbed my apron and visor, wearing it before exiting the room.
                          
I silently walked to where the kitchen since I'm usually the one who makes the coffee.
                          
"Good afternoon, Sir Levi." An employee named Sasha greeted me as soon as she saw me. I grunted. I fucking hate it when they call me 'sir'. I'm just a year older than them.