Please correct any errors if I do have, English was not my first language and I constantly become confused at times on a daily basis because of it. But I believe I have practised enough to create a story in such a crappy language with poor grammar

Jean's POV

Sasha Braus, the thin fat ass of our school. Hell she's even beat every lad at all the eating contests . . . not everyone knows why she does it, but I do. She eats like a hog at school because she's poor. No one knows it but me. How did I acquire such information? She told me without ever realising it.
You see, she lives in the downtown part of town, at least in the parts where it isn't so bad. I was headed to see an old friend's grave, and all the graveyards are downtown. I saw her, heading into a place labelled "Maria's Orphanage." She was happy and smiling, helping other kids in and saluting to an old skinny woman with superb posture. I didn't know why, but I kept looking and I hadn't noticed at the time how long I was lingering until he eyes met mine. I saw her body stiffen, yet she awkwardly went back to her situation as I continued walking back my original path. I looked back and she was rushing herself and the other small children into the institution. And it all clicked—the tattered running shoes and same back pack from 1st year—we're both 3rd years now. And the fact that she'd always ask if anyone would finish their lunch—she's not fed well let alone given her school necessities. And here I was thinking she was some stylish hipster this entire time.

"Hey Marco haha. . .uh well I got an A in all my classes besides err—gym. . .I've been cutting—but for good reasons!" I bashfully rubbed the back of my neck, looking away from his ground, ashamed. I placed his primrose flowers gently in front of his stone, sat down, and leaned on it.
"I got a B+ . . . don't be upset. Plus what would it matter, you always got A+s in everything. The football team sure misses you man—it's not the same. We haven't scored a single touchdown since. . ." I choked and looked away, then up at the solemn bright skies that were calm and still. Clouds slowly passed over my face, shadowing the tears I pathetically attempted to restrain.

"D-Don't worry, we'll get to championships eventually—" My voice cracked. I cracked. I lied on the cold grass which smelled like Marco's room. The dew drops tickled my face when I snugged myself closer to him. My best friend. If I could, I'd join him six feet under and wish away all the bad. It was all my fault anyways. My eyes have been closed since I landed on the ground. Closed to shut out the reality. But even then, nothing worked. The flash backs still rushing in—my nonsense and senselessness all over some ridiculous thing that wasn't ever a big deal in the beginning. I just, I just blow up sometimes. Sure I need to vent but, no, that day wasn't the day. And now he's gone because of it.

"Jean!" Marco's echoing yell uttered as his hand reached out to me and I woke in an instance from my daze. I shot up, sitting straight and looking back up into the sky. I looked back to his grave. Hi epitaph read: Advert your eyes from the evil and onto the love from other. It was going to be his senior year quote, he was going to take Sasha to prom, and myself with Mikasa—if she'd ever accept it that is. My breath was calm again and my heart beat normal. I got up and turned around—

"Agh!" I was face to face with potato girl—she was smiling eccentrically.

"Dude!—what the hell-what are you doing here!?"

"You know, I could ask you the same—what?! Visiting your dead creak-headed mother?! Or better yet—your dad who ditched me and left me in this hell?!"

"Hey—I didn't know—what gives you the right to—"

"Jean just shut up! And don't you dare tell anyone about this or so help me and slice you up and feed you to the desperately hungry in cannibalistic societies!" Sasha quickly moved towards me with her finger pointing in my face, she advanced so far that I was up against a tree.

"Hey—HEY! What my dad did and what your mother did had nothing to do with me okay! I didn't even know he was my dad okay I was adopted into a family who's not filled with a bunch of nutters!" I yelled back, and tried putting my hands on her shoulders. But she was steamed.

"Yeah that's only because ye' mum's a crack whore and ye' pop's a lowlife scammer who deserved what he got for what he did to me—NOT THE POINT—just STAY AWAY FROM ME AND WE WON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS KIRTSCHSTEIN!"

"Hey—you came here first off all!"

"Only because I feel like you're stalking me—I mean what's a rich future frat boy doing in these parts of town anyways?! For all I know you could've be stalking me—trying to finish your no-good father's work!"

"Sasha calm down and actually. . ."

"Actually what?!"

"I was here to visit someone. . ." my eyes trailed behind her to Marco's grass and grave site. Then I quickly averted my eyes to the ground. She quickly turned and read his name from the distance, then turned back to me in a flash.

"You—you insensitive jerk. . ." Sasha murmured. Her head to the ground, and her stance calm—away from me at least.

"I had to okay! I mean I'm the whole reason he's there anyways!"

"Oh Jean get over your self-pity, no matter what—" Sasha was trying to hide the sound of her voice weakening and her eyes swelling. "You—you know what the Bodt's said, they didn't even want you at the service! Not once! Just—just get out of here." I was silent. My mind in awe and eyes widened to its biggest peak. I was at a loss of words as Sasha plunged herself to the ground, slowly sliding down the tree—her hands covering her face.

"I—I should go. . . "I finally managed to say, gulping my words as I trembled before her.

Yet no response. I started to walk and took one last look at him. The photograph from 2 weeks ago was still there, his golden smile, a smile that could cheer any strangers heart, now gone from my pride. Alas I closed my eyes and moved forward, trying to forget this all.

"Wait!" Sasha sniffled.

"What?" I asked, rather confused.

"Y-you're—you're not going to tell anyone still—about where I dwell . . . right?" She wiped the tears off with her sleeves.

However, being the resentful shit I am, I planned on telling everyone and still do. SO I nodded to her and glanced at the ground, hoping she'd be in too much grief for any reaction.

"Well I guess Marco was right about who you were. . ."

"But. . ." I said. Her head tilted, waiting for me to finish, "But you can make up for the filth you've just told me, and meet me at my home tomorrow evening to help me with statistics."

"You malevolent piece of scum. . . ." She gritted through her teeth, her fists clenched and her tears sobering up.

"Oh well." I smirked and turned away. And within a second she submitted and agreed. I proudly walked away, satisfied with myself and composure.

General POV

Throughout the school day, Sasha and her best friend Mikasa texted and hung out with each other at every chance. Yet Sasha spoke not a single word of what just happened merely a day ago. Mikasa suspected nothing off, so all seemed fine in her grey eyes. Jean would stare her down in lunch, knowing her true reason for her love for food. So she ignored it and ate less than her usual amount.

"Hey are you coming today?" Mikasa asked stoically. For they had planned a sleepover a few days before, for this very day.

"Uh?" Sasha looked back to where Jean was unlocking his burgundy BMW, side looking at Sasha. "Haha about that. ... uh I have this thing with my parents and uhm well—ugh you know?"

Mikasa's face remained unmoving. "No, I don't know. Now what is it?"

"Uh well it's kind of important and I just—"

"Ugh water ever Sasha just go!" Miaksa demanded flustered.

"Oh! Uh—thanks!?" Sasha jumped and hugged then gave Mikasa a cheek kiss.
"Whatever, just don't rain-check me the next time potato girl." By the time Mikasa finished her sentence, Braus was already off to Jean's direction. Mikasa noticed this and just tilted her head in confusion—why would she be with one of the most popular guys in school—not that he was popular it's just that both herself and Sasha detested him immensely.