Eren rolled over, groaning as he heard his alarm clock ringing loudly. He opened his eyes and shut the clock off before grabbing his glasses and sitting up. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slipped his glasses on.

6:42Am.

Stupid school. He might be a straight A student and top of the class, but that didn't mean he liked doing the work. He hated school just as much as he nest kid, he was just good at it.

He threw the blanket off of himself and climbed out of his bed, stretching his arms above his head when he was out. A few bones snapped in his lower back. He brought his arms down abd went over to the dresser where he picked out the clothes he would wear for the day. He fished them out and traveled into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, brushing his hair and teeth, deodrizing, and doing all his other morning activities, he walked out of the bathroom. He went downstairs and made himself a poptart before grabbing his backpack. Holding the poor art between his lips, he slid his converse shoes onto his feet. He stood back up and removed the poptart from his mouth, taking a bite from it in the process.

He walked out his front door abd down his porch stairs. He walked to school, nibbling on his poptart along his way.

As he walked down the street, a dark, shiny black convertible corvette zoomed by him. He didn't greet a look at the front of the person, but he knew who it was just by the back of their head

Levi Rivaille.

Head of the football team, most popular guy in school, and the only one who can rock an undercut. And short. Boy was he short. He only stood at 5'3 and he was 18. Eren was taller than him and he was 15. Eren was young, but in 11th grade. He had skipped both 4th and 9th grade, but no one cared about that. They only cared about sports and fashion.

Eren wasn't popular and only had two friends, Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Arlert. They had all been friends since they were kids when Eren's mom, Carla, had hired Mikasa to babysit Eren and she had brought Armin along with her. They were 18 and in 12th grade. Eren hadn't exactly been thrilled when he had learned he was getting a babysitter, but soon lover it when the three of them had clicked.

Eren smiled and arrived to school. He walked up the stairs to the school and into it. He went to his locker and put the combination in and opened it. Just as he opened it, a hand slammed on it, shutting it again.

He turned around to find the schools bully, Jean Kirstein, standing behind him with a nasty smirk on his face. Eren backed up at the sudden closeness. "What do you want, Jean..." He asked quietly.

"For you to die would be nice." Jean crossed his arms and smirked. Eren sighed. This was nothing new, they went through it every week.

"You say that everyday..." Eren replied.

"Yeah, but apparently you haven't done it yet."

Eren shook his head and shoved his way past Jean. He'd just have to stop by his locker later and get his things then. He tried to go by him, but his arm and he was slammed into the locker, the back of his head slamming against the locker. Eren hissed, his hand shooting to grip his head in pain.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, who told you that you could leave?" Jean chuckled as he heard the loud bang. "Look at that, you and you're fat head break everything. You dented the locker."

Eren gritted his teeth. "Fucking horseface..." He snarled in a low whisper.

Jeans eyes narrowed. "You little fucking nerd!" He swung his fist back and wailed Eren hard in the face. Eren yelped, his head hitting he locker. He slowly slide down it in pain. 'Fuck...', he thought.

"Oi, brat. What's going on here?" A new deep voice suddenly said. Eren saw a new pair of feet standing in front of him and he followed them up to their owner.

Levi.

Well this was a surprise. He usually never got involved with these things.

Jean turned and faced him. "Get the he'll out if here. This doesn't concern you."

Levi narrowed Humphrey, already narrowed eyes. It was intimidating enough to spend the FBI running for their lives. "Now is does. Now you better fucking scat before I drop and kick you like a football, shortly brat."

Jean growled and looked at Eren. "I'll be back later." He snarled and left. Eren looked back in the direction Levi was, but he had already walked away. Eren groaned and back up, using the locker to help him up. He carefully touched his nose and looked at it. Blood covered his fingers. He could feel the pain starting.

"Better get to the nurse..." He sighed out, grabbed his stuff, and walked off.