a/n: before we start, this is part two of Eren x Reader Seven Minutes in Heaven, but it's going to be an entire chapter book, not only seven minutes in heaven. There is also a POV change from third person to first person. It's in the reader's POV. This book starts off two weeks after the end of the first book, but this chapter has a flashback of a few hours after the first book.

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Men ain't sh*t. I've been laying in my bed for three weeks, waiting for a stupid text back. My mind is clouded by my thoughts as I sulk around my own bedroom because I fell in love with a boy who fed me lies.

I text Sasha asking if she can come over, she quickly replies telling me she's on her way.

Once Sasha arrives, she immediately walks in and heads over to me. This is basically her house too. "I brought some snacks to help you feel better," She holds up a bag of hot cheetos and sour gummy worms.

I pull Sasha into a tight hug, "those are my favorite!" I cheer ecstatically before pulling away from her grasp.

"I'd never forget," she smiles, "So now tell me, what's wrong. I haven't seen you in weeks."

We both grab seats on the couch and turn to face each other, "Eren completely ghosted me since the last time I saw him. And to think he liked me back."

"When was the last time you hung out with him?" She opens the bag of chips and pops one in her mouth.

"It was the night you invited me over to hang out with everyone, as soon as you guys found us in the closet, he whispered in my ear offering to come over to his place once we were ready to leave."

Sasha gasps, smacking her hand over her mouth, "Did you?" muffles out against her hand.

"Wait, I'm getting there. It was when we were leaving your place," I can remember the exact tone he used too.

***

"Where're you heading?" A car blasting music slows down to a stop next to me and I turn my head to see Eren with his windows rolled down as he reaches for the car stereo to turn it down. Sasha's party ended and I began my walk home, which sucks because it's cold enough for me to see my own breath and I forgot a jacket. I didn't have time to process what happened in the closet, and now I won't get the chance with him here. Yet I became warm as my eyes lock with his.

"I'm just walking back to my place."

"Walking?" He emphasizes, shaking his head. "Get in."

"No, I'm fine. Thanks for the offer though." Truth be told, I don't want to be with him right now. I already embarrassed myself enough back at the party.

"What kind of guy would I be if I let you walk home alone in the cold. And I already asked you earlier, didn't I?"

He’s right, but that won’t change the fact that he made me his bitch back there. Is he only going to take me home? I settle into the seat, the cushion is welcoming and I feel like I’m drowning in the buzz that being around Eren gives me. Horny is one hell of a drug, I almost say aloud, thank god I didn't. Being around him is a slipping slope, I find that all the thoughts in my head try to escape when I’m with him. I chose not to respond, my arms wrap around my torso in an attempt to keep myself guarded, I know it won't last for long. Yeah, what kind of guy would he be for leaving me out in the cold?

Eren’s fingers leave the driver’s wheel, they dance along the console, searching for the AUX button to switch from the radio. It makes a clicking sound when he presses it and immediately I recognize the smooth bass of the song playing.

Know you ride it right

I might just die tonight

Is he serious? Maybe it was just the first song on his top playlist, whatever. But maybe, I let myself consider, he’s trying to set the mood? He’s being nice, at best, making sure he doesn’t look like a massive **** to any passerby. I wouldn’t mind letting him have his way with me, though.

But you know i’m still coming through baby

I know it’s bad for me

Or, on the off chance, he looks like a creep. Picking up a girl at the side of the street, assuming that she has no where else better to be.

That’s dark, I shake my head and center my eyes on the console. My heart is racing which is causing intrusive thoughts. I don’t necessarily dislike being with him, but it’s rather embarrassing to relive what happened earlier. The neon lighting of the clock blares that it’s way past my bedtime.

And you know it tastes so sweet

I think I need your abuse baby

He slowly drives down the street, and I know my house is a left after three stop lights. It’s pitch black outside, but Eren’s face seems to be illuminated by the dim, passing by, streetlights. He turns to me, noticing my gaze on him, he smiles innocently, “do you like the music?”

Sheesh, so he intentionally put on this song? “Yeah, I didn’t know you listen to Brent Faiyaz.”

His right hand moves from its firm place on the steering wheel, slowly drifting upon my thigh. It’s tentative, at first, but his hand sinks into its place on my leg. The effect is dizzying. “Of course I do,” he responded smugly, the hand on my thigh squeezes lightly. He’s hot and has a good music taste too.

Girl, you do damage to me

You know I love it, yeah I love you

I pull myself away from his gaze and notice that he drove past my turn, “Oh, you missed my turn.”

“I know,” he responds simply, a smirk dwelling on his lips as he accelerates.

Ain’t nothing better for me now

What? Where is he taking me? Maybe he is a creep, afterall, but I can feel my heart rate pick up as he continues to drive along the street. His hand on my thigh forming an almost unbearable heat. I can’t stop thinking about all the things he might do to me. I've known Eren for a long time, but only through other friends, and I know he’s a few years older than me. Sure, I think he's cute, and I might have an obsessive attraction to him, but I’ve never been alone with him besides tonight and I crave his touch. I did confess my feelings for him, and he reciprocated them, but I think it was the heat of the moment.

Girl you do damage to me

You know I love it, yea I love you

“I’m not too far from here,” he shifts his gaze to the windshield, he squeezes my thigh before he sets it back on the steering wheel. He doesn’t look at me for the rest of the car ride, and I don’t bother to argue with him, it’s too risky. I’d rather him drive me to his house than have to walk home.

Ain’t nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby

Eren turns into his neighborhood, his face no longer radiant but steely, his gaze sharp, focused on getting us home. He pulls up to the sidewalk, parking swiftly against the curb and I hear the engine turn off. I meet his eyes again and he smiles lightly. I hear my heart beating through my chest as we both sit here in silence, staring at each other.

I break eye contact and notice the windows are getting foggy from only a few minutes, “It’s getting really humid in here, are we heading inside?”

Another smirk grows on his face, “To finish what I started earlier?” And he steps out of the car with me quickly following.

He grabs my hand and leads me inside of his apartment. The rest of the night is a blur.

I wanted to wake up to the sounds of birds chirping, the soft, glowing feeling of sunlight hitting my cheek, and maybe even the ever-so fading smell of sex in the room and on the sheets. But most of all; I wanted to wake up to a muscled arm snug around my waist, a chin tucked into my neck.

But no, I woke up to the body attached to the chin and arm not besides me, but across the room getting ready for something I was very obviously not invited to.

“Oh, you’re up. Good,” Eren is zipping up his pants, shirt half-strewn across his chest; it’d be a picture perfect moment if he didn’t say it so coldly.

Cold. He didn’t even bother to open the curtains or turn on the heater, I realize that I’m completely ***** under the sheets and very cold.

At least he gave me what he promised he would, I grimace. Thoughts temporarily race through my head of the push and pull battle we had under the sheets last night, I’m easily interrupted.

“I have plans in a few, so can you get dressed and leave soon?” I hear him finish. Is he seriously asking me this after the night we had? Fair’s fair in a one night stand, I guess.

He leaves before I can even hum in approval, I hear him rummaging through the kitchen and starting the coffee machine. Sitting up on the bed, I use the sheets to cover up while I allow my body to settle. I’m so sore. Stretching out my body, I bend down and grab my clothes to get dressed. This feels humiliating. I just woke up and I’m getting kicked out, and I’m expected to walk home.

After finally getting dressed, I began to make my way out. “Get home safe,” he says from the kitchen, leaving me alone to start my walk of shame back home.

***

“And we haven’t talked since,” I explain to Sasha, who pulls me into a hug and holds onto me tight. She’s warm. Which is all I need at this moment.

“I didn’t know he was that kind of guy. I’m so sorry,” she whispers while tracing circles on my back. She always knows how to comfort me.

I try to respond, but my throat feels thick and my breath is short. I can feel my lip tremble as the corner of my eyes become wet and soak into the cotton of Sasha’s shirt. Her grip tightens around me as she lets me release every bottled up emotion which were waiting to explode.