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All Silva remembered was how annoingly loud that room was, and that the world inside her head was spinning like a whirligig. After that, pure blank, which, obiviously, led her to wonder about how the hell did she end up so well tucked up in her dorm bed?
The night before
Eren raced to the bathroom, not really sure what he was worried about, but that girl seemed to attract troubles anywhere she went. The door was ajar, so he absentmindedly gave it a knock, although his gaze was already through.
-You’re a mess- accurate choice of words to describe the scene in front of him.
-But am I a hot mess?- said hot mess was laying on the glassy floor with her feet up onto the toilet; what used to be a pristine white blouse was now stained forever with an unmistakable burgundy splash of red wine, and her dark eyes were struggling to fix steadily on just one spot of his face, right above hers.
She was definitely a hot mess, just not the way she meant it.
As he bent down, Eren gently brushed a lock of hair out of her sweaty forehead.
-Getting drunk with two glasses of wine isn’t very hot of you- he then scooped her up in his strong arms and left that narrow room. And there he was, feeling like a distressed dad pulling his drunk daughter out of a party.
-Alright party girl, let’s get you home- Silva stirred and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, she then muffled something in his ear; the sensation left Eren slightly flushed, but he kept it cool and started to, carefully, walk down the stairs.
-What’s up? Do you need anything?-
She whispered again. -I still have to punch that guy...- now, that was funny, he couldn’t help but giggle.
-What guy? The one who ruined your shirt?- there was no answer, so he side-glanced at her to check if she was still alive or already lost in her dreams, but not only she was not smiling, a teardrop ran down her face. Eren was starting to be seriously concerned at this point.
-Silva did some jerk bother you?- his voice was louder now, and the grip of his hands firmer around her body, as if to desperately trying to shield her from something that had already happened.