Levi's POV

Whenever it's during meals or when I have free time, I spent the week talking to her. There were snide comments every once in a while, but I feel like she has changed a lot. Today, she's leaving for another camp and I wouldn't be able to talk to her for at least a week. The second I stopped talking to her, it felt like the wool was pulled off my eyes, and I could see that everyone, especially the counselors, was whispering words behind my back.

I've gotten used to eating inside because my campers began to eat away from me and kept their distance. But for some reason, Erwin moved from his usual spot to sit next to me. He points to me, smirking with devilish eyes.

"You aren't going to take your phone call again?"

"What phone call?"

"The one phone call you always have around this time to eat breakfast out by the lake. You'll be gone until the first activities of the day. Even then, you will be on your phone. Especially at night. Don't you dare lie to me? From where I sleep, I can see the light in your room. You stay up at night. Is it Hanji?"

My cheeks grew warm and Erwin points to them. "Why does that matter to you?"

"You're turning red... it's true, isn't it?"

"Shut up, Erwin."

"What compels you to talk to her now when she's not here? It's suspicious, you know."

"It's not suspicious," I growled, shoving a few more bites into my mouth. I want to talk to her again, but she's busy. I can't call her now. I have to wait for a week to talk to her. It hurts, but I can wait. "Just leave me alone."

Erwin continued to nudge me, smirking mischievously. "Did you guys break up?"

"We were never dating in the first place."

"Ah... but you do like her?"

I couldn't say anything back to him. She's an annoying pain in the butt, I know that. But to like her? I don't think so. "Shut up, Erwin."

"So you do?"

"I never said that!"

"And you never denied it, Levi." He winks at me, "You should tell me more about her, Levi. I want to know what's going on..." I'm never telling you the truth. You'll rub salt into my wounds.

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With every passing hour, I could tell that the other counselors were staring at me. Some of the words that I caught were: "He's off his phone? That's surprising." I don't think I was on my phone for that long, but if it's gotten them to start whispering behind my back, I can't help but think how Hanji has been changing me.

That night, I went to bed, staring at Hanji's contact number. I want to call her. I do. I want to hear her voice and I want to know her a bit. I haven't verbally forgiven her for the hard time she had given me, but I do forgive her. I forgive her as long as I can talk to her again. I went to bed, holding my phone in my hand. Her picture calmed me as I imagined her voice lulling me to sleep. 

"I hate you..."  I groan before passing out.