HIIIIEEEEE everyone!this is the first ever fanfiction i have written so please be nice! please review and respond because i will definitely need some feedback! This story was inspired by a comic i read called "pretty boy" by omocat, go check that shtuff out! WARNING FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS: this is a jean x marco fic, so expect yaoi, smut and fluff and all that other m-rated stuff. if you dont like, dont read!

Chapter 1

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

Jean grudgingly opened his sleep encrusted eyes and blinked against the bright light emiting from his phone. He groaned as he read the time, more then tempted to hit the snooze button.

'why do i do this to myself?' Jean thought as he dismissed the alarm still blaring from his phone. He knew that reason very well, varsity football try-outs were a week away and he needed to be at his best if was going to make it on the starting team as a Junior.

Jean stretched his limbs under the blanket, until his back cracked with a satisfied pop. He stood up from his bed, immediately cursing the floor for being so cold as walked to his closet.

Sliding the door open, he grabbed his workout sweats and his favorite under armor shirt that showed off his muscles.

'I should wear this to schoolone of these days' he thought, 'maybe Mikasa will notice me for a chance'

Mikasa Ackerman, the exotic and elusive beauty that captivated his thoughts every since he had seen her at Maria Middle School. He had yet to make any moves on her, considering she was glued to her brother's hip.

Jean sneered at the thought of his rival, Eren Jaeger. He loathed him for the asswipe he was but mostly becasue he was the world's biggest cock block between him and Mikasa.

Jean quickly changed into his excercise clothes and walked downstairs to the front entryway. He slipped on his running shoes, grabbed his set of keys from the hook on the wall and quietly tiptoed out the door, making sure not to wake his mother.

The brisk October morning air pinched at his cheeks, turning them a slight pink, as he locked the front door behind him.

Stretching out his legs, he breathed in the cool air in an effort to fully wake himself up. Despite his grumblings, he really did enjoy his morning runs. Little to no cars and no people, just him and his thoughts.

His 3 mile route took him down the street to a secluded bike path which led back to his street in a continuous loop. He eyed the upcoming hill and smiled to himself as he remembered how winded this hill used to make him the first few days. After doing the same course for the past few weeks, the looming hill in front of him posed no threat.

As jean rounded the last corner onto his street, the first few rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon setting it ablaze with yellow, orange and pink fire. This, this was his favorite part of the run. Spurred on by the sunrise, he gathered what energy he had left and sprinted the rest of the way home.

Panting and out of breath, he pulled his keys from his pocket. He could start to feel his muscles start to tighten and made a mental note to stretch more the next day.

"Good morning, dear! How was your run" he heard his mom say from the kitchen. Delicious smells of bacon, toast and eggs wafted to his nose, making his stomach grumble for food.

"It was fine mom. I'll be right down" he yelled down the stairs as he went up to his room.

Shedding his shirt, he grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and walked to the bathroom down the hall. He closed the door behind him and locked it. After turning on the shower, he stripped out of thr rest of his sweaty workout clothes.

'Hmm, not bad' he thought to himself as flexed in front of the mirror. Smirking, he imagined Mikasa swooning into his muscular arms.

"Oh Jean, you are so handsome and strong and nothing like my shrimp of a brother Eren!" she would say as he dipped her down for a kiss.

"JEAN! It's almost time for school, are you ready yet?"

Hearing his mom's voice, he snapped out of his daydream and yelled "Be there in a minute!"

'Shit, shit, shit' he thought as he hurriedly jumped into the shower.

Ten minutes later, he was downstairs with a toast slice stuck in his mouth, fumbling with his shoes and backpack. He checked his cellphone for the time. 7:05. He would barely make it on time if he hurried. Grabbing his keys, he dashed out the door to his beloved truck.

'If I'm late again, Mr. Levi is gonna murder me' he thought as his rusty old truck roared to life.

He was so distracted in his worries of being late he didnt see the guy behind him, until he felt the thump against the back of his bumper.

" ugh, what now?" sighed as he opened his door and got out. His face paled when he saw the bike and the man sprawled on the sidewalk at the end of his truck.

'Shit...'