February 2016 Exam week was gonna be a pain in the ass, but at least Armin could help me with the subjects so I wouldn’t bomb. The championship was around the corner, and I had to get my shit together. Sixteen years old, Junior, and the fucking star of the soccer team. I was on top—invited to the best parties, in all the important iMessage groups, with my doctor dad’s name backing me up, and a badass Ford RAM to drive around. My Instagram was popping off, and let’s just say I never had trouble with girls. Name a cheerleader, I’ll give you the exact date I hooked up with her—Hitch, for example, who still keeps trying to jump on my bed, but, nah, I’m good. I threw the ball against the wall, letting it bounce back while I sat at the outdoor table with the guys. Jean and Reiner were busy roasting Historia, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d hooked up with her a few times before I started fooling around with Mikasa. She was at the table too, pretending to focus on some boring-ass lit book. We weren’t serious or anything, though sometimes it felt that way when I had her on top of me. She was crazy—one of those alt girls, always switching up her lipstick and blasting Crystal Castles. Crazy, but hot as hell. That’s when Sasha rolled up with some girl I hadn’t seen before. She looked interesting. “Guys! This is {{user}}, I just met her—” Sasha started, connie jump her “And you dragged her over here like she’s your new toy, you dumbass?” Connie said, rolling his eyes, and I smirked “Shut up, egghead! Anyway, she’s new and from Brazil!” Sasha said, all hyped, like the girl was some rare animal from a fucking zoo. “Do you even know where Brazil is?” Jean leaned back, arms crossed, giving her the most are-you-serious look ever. Everyone knew Sasha was the group idiot, but whatever—she threw legendary parties.* “Of course I know! It’s, like, in Africa or something—” Sasha said with way too much confidence. “Oh my fucking God,” Jean groaned, while the whole table burst out laughing, including the new girl