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〖✰ 〗 Thirty-six hours have passed since Eren had been arrested. He was now at the stage where he was rethinking the severity of the outcomes he put himself through. He assumed that he may have been let off with a warning. But being under the influence of drugs and alcohol and also engaging in bodily harm, the effects may worsen.

Yes he may have not been thinking straight and he was being reckless but too many things were happening that night which caused him to become vexed and aggravated.

He couldn't handle his emotions he'd admit to that.

But if he had the chance to go back in time to change his actions, he'd still beat the shit out of Floch and watch him struggle with his blood on his knuckles. All for a girl he named as 'just a fuck."

His mind wandered off to her as he imagined what Y/N would be doing right now.

Another four hours have passed which added to forty hours in total in police custody. One by one he heard people walk past his cell with him hoping that he would be next. The most sleep he was able to get from here was probably two hours. He was exhausted which was clearly evident from the profound darkened bags under his forest green hues and his tangled long brown hair left untied as it relaxed just above his shoulders.

He was still able to scent the remains of alcohol and weed from his clothes. His face felt prickly as he creased his brows the piercing sensation of the deep graze on his forehead causing him to frown as he lightly dabbed his fingertips along it feeling the dried-up blood. He balled his hands into a fist his knuckles turning white as he stared at the faint smudges of blood on his bruised knuckles that he most desperately tried to wipe off.

He pulled down on the sleeves of his Gallery Dept hoodie before biting down on his blunt nails as a coping mechanism to help deal with his boredom and to stop himself from freaking out. He finally closed his eyes his thick brows furrowed to the point where they were conjoined and his long lashes fluttered each time his eye twitched.

The jail cell finally opened as the officer called his name meaning that he was finally being released on bail. Eren flared his eyes internally praising to god that he was finally leaving. He stood up, his tight joints aching as he walked towards the officer who was standing in front of the cell taking into his walkie-talkie.

He walked out presently being met with the bright light as his Jordan's trailed along the blue tiles on the floor while his ears encountered the thousands of conversations taking place in the office people walking left and right holding the people who were being detained.

"Sign your name," The officer pointed at the register as Eren picked up the pen writing his signature beside the contact of his guardian.

The woman placed a tray on the counter which consisted of his belongings inside a plastic ziplock. "Here's the date for your court appearance." The woman handed him a letter with Eren taking it off her and folding it up four times before inserting it into the back pocket of his jeans.

He picked up his belongings and was led towards the main entrance. The automatic doors slid open as Eren walked out being met with the sun beaming into his face which caused him to squint his eyes for a moment. Spring was slowly coming but it was still cold outside which caused goosebumps to appear on his arms and neck.

He looked around for a moment before his eyes came into contact with Zeke gazing at him while he leaned onto his Mercedes Benz C class in grey holding an almost burnt-out cigarette between his index and middle finger as he blew out the smoke through his lips and nose with his other hand into the pocket of his dark brown straight legged pants.

Eren's eyelids lowered as he stuffed his bloody knuckles into the pocket of his hoodie slowly approaching his brother. The wind gushed past his frowned face as his long hair brushed past his cheek.

"I'm confused as to why you put me as one of your guardians." Zeke commenced taking another inhale of his cigarette staring at the nasty gash on Eren's forehead while Eren stared into his eyes the smoke stinging his nose a little.

"So what, do you expect me to call dad?" Eren sarcastically asked.

Zeke gazed at him in silence finishing off smoking his cigarette before his thin lips turned into a downwards smile scoffing deeply before he spoke up. "Long time no see baby brother," Zeke teased causing Eren to cringe at the nickname he was just given. He threw away the end of the cigarette slapping Eren on his back before he walked over to the driver's side of his car.

Eren opened the door to the passenger side sitting down before he closed the door. He put on his seatbelt as Zeke turned on his car the heater immediately turned on as well. Eren sighed closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. He unzipped the ziplock bag taking out his smashed-up phone attempting to turn it on even though it was clearly broken.

He swore under his breath staring outside. The car drive was silent but not awkward. They just didn't have anything more to say to each other.

Zeke finally reached his apartment parking by the tenant's parking lot with Eren being the first to step out of the car. Zeke stepped out momentarily after him taking out his briefcase and walking behind Eren as they entered his lobby foot trailing along the dirty beige tiles with Eren sniffing every now and then approaching the marbled designed stairs.

They reached the fourth floor walking up to the front door. Zeke took out his key inserting it into the lock his hand placed on the mahogany wooden door before pushing down on the door handle. He opened the door for Eren allowing him to enter first before he walked in closing the door shut and locking it.

Eren directly met Zeke's open-planned kitchen. Stacks of paper were placed on the dark brown wooden coffee table inside the living room. Some were even stacked on his black sofa bed which was placed just in front of the windows. Eren averted his eyes staring into the kitchen which had unwashed coffee mugs placed inside the sink.

"Go take shower," Zeke said casually taking off his trench coach and placing it on the kitchen counter before unbuttoning the first part of his light blue button-up shirt.

Eren took off his shoes before immediately walking into the living room taking off his Gallery Dept hoodie and tossing it onto the sofa bed. He opened the door which lead into the bathroom turning on the lights.

He stared at himself through the mirror noticing the gash on his forehead as he washed his hands before touching it gently and trying to peel off the dried-up blood. He winced watching the blood fall onto the sink before he pulled up the bottom of his tank top taking it off and then taking off the rest of his clothes.

After Eren finished showering, he walked into the living room to dry his hair fully dressed in comfortable home attire. Zeke stared up at him for a moment watching him walk into the kitchen before he returned to do his work.

Eren opened a few of the cupboards in search of something to eat. Not finding anything, he opened the fridge only seeing a few cans of beer some eggs and some milk.

"Zeke, what are you doing with your life?" Eren asked with his back towards him checking the freezer section of his fridge.

"What do you mean?" Zeke spoke up shortly after.

"There's no food." Eren turned to face him resting his hands on the counter sighing to himself loudly.

"I don't have time to cook, and even if I did, I'm too lazy to do so," Zeke thoroughly explained taking out a cigarette and lighting it up.

"You can't just live off cigarettes and coffee at least find yourself a girlfriend that will willingly cook for you," Eren complained closing the fridge shut and checking inside more of his cabinets.

"I'll order some pizza," Zeke picked up his phone while holding the cigarette in his mouth dialling the number.

Zeke finally ordered the pizza while Eren walked around the kitchen contemplating his thoughts.

"I can't go to prison for beating someone up right?" Eren finally asked the question that has been filling up his mind walking over to Zeke and sitting on the couch.

"Depends on how injured the person was, where you were and the circumstances," Zeke explained.

"I just punched his face,"

"Then you should be let off with a warning," Zeke blew out the smoke from his cigarette the ashes falling onto the paper on his desk as he wiped them away.

"So then tell me why I have a court appearance two weeks from now," Eren slammed the paper onto his desk.

"Then you didn't just beat him up didn't you?" Zeke asked reading through the paper.

"I was drinking but I sobered up a little bit by then plus. I was smoking weed," Eren told him as Zeke blew a raspberry shaking his head.

"Then you're fucked,"

"How fucked am I?" Eren asked balling his hands into a fist.

"As in doing time in prison type of fucked and you were consuming an illegal substance, what did you expect?" Zeke asked him.

Eren closed his eyes pressing his fingertips onto them as he sat down swearing under his breath repeatedly.

"Or you may end up paying a fine, let's just hope that the judge is in a good mood," Zeke shrugged watching him leaning onto the couch as he covered his face.

"Where did all of this happen?" Zeke asked.

"At some girl's party," Eren sighed opening his red eyes and leaning back up with Zeke staring at him.

"If you tell me that you had a fight with someone over the girl." Zeke emphasised. "Then I'm gonna slap you," Zeke sipped onto his black coffee.

"Zeke shut the fuck up," Eren squinted his eyes at the blonde-haired male.

"Jesus Christ Eren, learn how to control your fucking temper tantrums," Zeke murmured putting the cigarette against his lips. Eren stayed silent taking the cigarette off Zeke's lips and putting it between his lips taking a large inhale.

Zeke stared at him. He looked like he aged another twenty years from how frowned his expression was. The bags under his emerald eyes were so hollow and dark. He looked like he needed the nicotine to calm himself down.

He blew out the smoke through his nose taking a few more puffs before handing the almost burnt-out cigarette back to Zeke.

"So what are you going to do now," Zeke asked taking one last inhale before squashing the end of the cigarette on the ashtray.

"I'm gonna go sleep," Eren stood up feeling his appetite disappear.

Sleeping all his problems away was probably the smartest idea. Dwelling and regretting on shit that happened in the past wouldn't change anything.

All he wanted to just do is sleep.

"What should I tell your Mom?" Zeke asked watching Eren walk away from him a light groan escaping from his lips.

"Tell her I'm at yours,"

"What about the pizza?" Zeke asked.

"Fuck the pizza I'm literally about to go to jail," Eren murmured quietly not sure if he heard or not.

"It's not the end of the world, your sentence may not be that bad," Eren heard Zeke reply with a hint of amusement in his voice as he rolled his eyes entering his dark bedroom and closing the door shut.

It's been a few hours since Y/N had last heard from Eren. She just recently found out that Eren went viral for beating the shit out of Floch. Y/N felt a bit bad for him but there was nothing she could do about it. It was all out of her control.

She walked through the hallway seeing Jasmine standing by the lockers with one of her friends. Y/N gazed at her observing Jasmine act like she didn't notice Y/N's presence.

She tucked in her lower lip and opened the door to the huge library inside her school walking to the very back. There were quite a few people in there but there was still a place to sit at.

Y/N sat down taking out her MacBook and her biology textbook and notes. Exams were just a few months away and Y/N hasn't been catching up with any revision at all. She needed to start focusing on herself and being more independent like how she was before.

She opened her notes and connected her beats headphones to her MacBook listening to Essence by Wizkid.

After about two hours, Y/N felt Donatella's presence coming toward her causing her to look up and stare at her as she slowly approached Y/N. She pulled out a seat and sat next to Y/N taking her hair out of its high ponytail hiding the undercut that she had as her hair rested on her shoulder blades.

"You okay?" Donatella asked pulling up the sleeves of her blazer while looking at Y/N.

"Yeah," Y/N smiled pausing her music. "I just need to catch up on some revision." She ended as Donatella stared at some of her notes.

"Okay...that's cool," She nodded continuously biting on her under cheek as she leaned back onto the chair.

"So I heard what happened with you and Jasmine," She commenced fiddling with the rings on her fingers.

Y/N scoffed before replying. "Okay..."

"I can't lie, what you said to her wasn't cool," Donatella pursed her lips together getting straight to the point.

"Donatella I can't lie I couldn't give a flying fuck. I've been not liking her and I'm not gonna pretend like I do." Y/N said bluntly.

"I don't care if you like her not no one's forcing you to like her," Donatella said sternly.

"Okay so then what's the issue, she probably exaggerated and told you everything from her side of the story." Y/N briefly replied.

"I don't have an issue with you I'm just saying that what you said was fucked up," Donatella spoke with attitude placed in her voice.

"Okay..." Y/N shrugged averting her eyes before looking back at her. "What do you want me to do about that?" Not earning a replying from Donatella.

"Exactly," Y/N let out a dry laugh squinting her eyes for a moment while shaking her head.

"Okay, so what happened?" Donatella moved closer resting her elbows against the table.

"She and Eren fucked in the bathroom." Y/N plainly said. "And it's not even Jasmine that I was mad at until she decided to open her stupid fucking mouth acting as if the conversation was aimed towards her in the first place," Y/N screwed her face up.

"Okay, first of all, Eren's not yours. Second of all, Jasmine has no business being involved in any of the bullshit that was going on between you and Eren." Donatella shrugged.

"I know that Eren is not mine but you know how I feel about him so I don't why you're moving like that," Y/N slightly raised her voice at her.

"Moving like what?"

"Moving like you know what even happened in the first place. Stop tryna front when you weren't even there so you can't just move like that over some one-sided information that you got from your lil friend," Y/N explained herself.

"So is that why you called her a hoe?" Donatella asked.

"Yeah, cause she is one. I don't give a fuck about that whole slut shaming bullshit I told her about herself and she needed to hear that."

"Not gonna lie Y/N you were kinda overreacting I'm gonna be so real with you," Donatella shrugged.

"I'm not overreacting, if it hurts me then it hurts me. I don't understand why you're picking sides," Y/N said.

"I'm not picking sides you clearly went too far she was crying so bad—"

"Donatella I don't care about her and I'm not gonna apologise why is it everyone that's got to have a problem with me?!" Y/N shouted at her. By now they were getting everyone's attention with their continuous bickering.

"Y/N why the fuck are you getting in your feelings for?! Like I don't understand you sometimes!" Donatella shouted back at her.

"Stop telling me how to feel about situations that hurt me! It's like everyone wants to have a problem with every little thing I do. You know damn well how I felt with the whole Eren situation so don't play that clueless shit with me. This is why I don't wanna fucking say shit." Y/N smacked her teeth biting back the urge to cry out of anger.

"So then tell me how you feel then since you think you're so misunderstood!" Donatella shouted back at her.

Y/N sighed loudly as she slammed her MacBook shut putting it inside her back as she collected her books and pencil case.

"You know what, don't talk to me." Y/N scoffed biting on her lower lip to stop herself from crying. "This is just fucking bullshit I'm so fucking tired—"

"So is this how it is now? You need to fix up that's what I'm gonna tell you about yourself." Donatella scoffed cutting her off.

"Stop talking to me," Y/N glared at her.

She was tired of explaining how she felt. There was no point if it was going to be used against her. This is why she didn't like putting her heart on her sleeve it just wasn't worth it and she hated how the simplest things hurt her the most.

She just needed to smoke a blunt and forget everything that happened. And sleep all the pain away until it can't hurt her anymore.

"Y/N are you seriously about to do this?" Donatella watched her pack her stuff not earning a response from the girl causing her to get aggravated.

"This is fucking bullshit suit yourself then," Donatella scoffed standing up and running her tongue across her bottom row of teeth being the first to exit out of the library with people watching her.

Y/N zipped her bag shut wiping the tear drop that almost fell down to cheek. That shit that Donatella just pulled made her just want to cut everyone off and be alone. That just ruined her whole day.

She trailed through the library walking past the people who stared at her while she left.