Chapter 2: You Dense Brat

                                    

                                          
A/N: Here's chapter two! I hope that this is more interesting than the first one. Happy reading!
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Levi's PoV
                          
"Is it okay if I court your sister?"
                          
I stared at him with wide eyes. He wanted to court my sister? As in Mikasa?
                          
Fuck. 
                          
I just looked at him. I just hope that my mask isn't cracking unlike my pathetic heart. A sharp pain continuosly assaulted this stupid fucking heart of mine. Out of all people, why does it have to be Mikasa? Why does it have to be my own fucking sister?
                          
"Uh, Levi? Wh-"
                          
"Shut up."
                          
"Huh? Are you-"
                          
"I said shut the fuck up!" I abruptly stood up and I saw him flinch because of my sudden actions. Who wouldn't be startled if someone suddenly shout at you?
                          
"Levi, I-"
                          
"What part of 'shut the fuck up' is too hard for you to not understand it?!" I closed my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I shouldn't let this fucking useless emotions of mine get the best of me. I took deep breaths to calm myself.
                          
"S-sorry, I didn't thought that you would be that angry. If you don't want to then I would respect your decision." I opened my eyes and looked at him. I saw him with his head held down which made me unable to see his face. Both of his hands are curled in a fist on top of the counter. He really wants to do it, huh? Damn it.
                          
"Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't fucking care." Lies. All lies. Of fucking course I care. Of course I give a damn. Out of all those times I hope for him to not have any interest in girls. Hah. Pathetic. All of those are simply pathetic. Here he is now, liking a particular girl, and that girl just needs to be my sister. Such a fan-fucking-tastic turn of the goddamn events.
                          
I just walked away from him. I don't want to see him now. I just want to forget everything about him. His smile, his eyes, his laugh, his voice. Every single damn thing about him.
                          
I closed the door with too much force that it turned into a slam. I walked to my bed and fell on it face first. I grabbed my pillow and screamed. Thanks fuck every room here is soundproof.
                          
After a few minutes of screaming, my throat is now sore and I think my voice is in the same bad condition.
                          
I sat up, deciding to call Hanji. Only them and Erwin knew about my damn feelings about the dense brat. I took my phone from my bag and dialed Hanji's number.
                          
"Hey, Shorty!"
                          
"Meet me later at the bar. The usual place. Don't you dare be late."
                          
"What's wrong? What happened to your voice?" I can sense the worry from Hanji's voice. Good to know that she's not as dumb as the brat that I knew. Hell, I don't even want to say his name anymore.
                          
"Just go to the damned bar, Shitty Glasses." I hung up without waiting their answer. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I don't even know if I can hold a good conversation.
                          
I sighed and decided to grab some water downstairs to soothe the soreness of my throat. Even though I don't want to see him, I can't stay here in my room. It'll make me look obvious. And that's what I don't want to happen right now.
                          
As soon as I reached the path which connects the living room and kitchen, I took a glance at the living room. The three of them huddled together on the sofa, watching TV. I ignored the lack of space between Mikasa and Eren and just continued to walk to the kitchen.
                          
When I finished drinking, I silently returned to my room. I glanced at the clock and saw that it's just fifteen minutes before five. There's still plenty of time since the usual time that I meet up with Hanji at that place is at eight in the evening. Maybe a nap can help me distract myself.