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“Jesus, you’ve come along so fast. I don’t even think you need training.” Marco stated.
“Don’t say your own name in vain.” Armin quipped.
“Wait...am I jesus?”
“Yeah. Everybody around school says so.”
“Wow really? They think I’m jesus?” Marco blushed. “That’s so sweet of them.”
“Well, you are jesus. Jesus with freckles.”
Armin leaned back against the couch Marco set his feet on the coffee table. The two were studying for their upcoming english exam. Since tutoring Eren, Armin hadn’t gotten many chances to study on his own
“Anyway...I'm glad things are going will with you and Eren. I wish I could say the same about me and Jean.”
“Why? Is it not going good?”
“Not really he complains the whole time and then runs off to Eren every time we get together.”
“I'm sure he'll come around.”
“But that's the thing. He's graduating this year. Do you think it'll even be worth it?”
“You're graduating early anyway, aren't you? That's only a few months of him being out of school. Is he going to college?”
“I doubt it. That kid is a dumbass.”
“Oof.”
“Oof is right. I have a lot of work to do with him.”
“Maybe ask him…”
“Ask him what?”
“If he's going to college.”
“Can I do that?”
“of course you can.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes!”
“No I can't.”
“You can.”
“How would that even come up in a discussion?”
“Hey, jean, what college are you planning on going to. I need a goal for you to drive for.”
“Oh yeah...that's clever…”
“That's why I'm the number one student and you're only number three.”
“I guess you're right.”
“Of course I'm right.” Armin shrugged. “Now get on your math equations.”
“They're so easy. It's tedious.”
“You ass. Math isn't supposed to be easy.”
“Well, it is.”
“You're doing it wrong, then.”
Marco looked back down at his papers. “Shit. You're right.”
“Any time math is easy, it means you're doing it wrong.”
“I hope the math of the word count is wrong because it's WAY too low.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just talking to myself.”
“Do you understand question four?” Armin asked.
“Oh yeah, here.” Marco leaned over, pressing his body against the blond’s. He was heavy and warm.
Their hands brushed when Marco took the pencil from him. The blond felt hit heart pounding in his ears.
Was he really this touch starved? Will I ever reach 500 words?
“You just need to use this equation.” Marco guided the pencil across the paper in a way that made the word count go a little higher oh my god I'm suffering.
“Like this?”
“Yeah. You keep saying gibberish and eventually the word count will reach five hundred and you can finally post this and stop stressing out about it.”
“Wow that makes math, which is totally what were talking about here, make much more sense god I hate this chapter.”
“There. You're almost done...Aaand…” Armin could feel marco’s hot breath on his neck. Why were his pants suddenly tight. He should probably be laying off the sweets…”
“There! You're done!” Marco parted from him, leaving him strangely cold.
This...wasn't normal for him...