Pairing: Jean/Annie

Verse: Modern; High School AU

Rating: T

A/N: Whaddup? It's Jazzy! And after putting this off for so long, I finally decided to write something! But not alone, however. Together, my friend Lindsay and I decided to band together and do a collection of Jeanani oneshots for you all!

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When he first met her, he just thought she was creepy. She had no friends and was the queen of antisocial. Not to mention that blank expression on her face that she wore all the time. What, did the girl have no feelings?

But then Armin invited her to sit at their lunch table one day, and for some reason she agreed to it.

Things have changed since then. She barely talked but she did socialize. She had an interesting voice when it wasn't in deadpan. She could be funny, she could tease, and she sure could agitate the living hell out of him. She knew where his buttons were and she knew exactly when and where to push them.

As annoying as that midget was, she was also kinda…cute. She caught him looking at her during class - which he'd always partially lie and say that he was lost in thought and just happened to have looked in her direction - and gave him a mocking look over her shoulder, to which he'd make a sassy one in return. He liked the way her hair fell into her eye and she'd brush it away after it started bothering her. He liked how abnormal her nose was. He liked the way she smirked when she thought no one was looking. He liked her dry humor and sarcasm. He liked the way she pretended not to care about any of them when it was clear that she did. And man did he look forward to those days when she'd sit next to him instead of Armin or Eren when the group of friends went out together. Just an excuse to talk to her. An excuse to bicker with her.

Damn. He had it bad. And it had to be for Annie Leonhart, out of all people.

His "little crush" was kept to himself. He told nobody. But Smartass Arlert eventually connected the dots and of course Yeager just had to butt his big head in everything. His secret crush wasn't so secret anymore.

Annie began meeting up with him in the mornings to grab coffee before school. It started as a coincidental run-in with each other one morning, and it eventually became routine. Even if she was as broke as they come, Jean would pay for her. He got her number at some point.

They walked into school together, side by side, almost-empty cups in their hands. Eren and Connie immediately jumped conclusions and went straight to the teasing as soon as she was out of earshot. Armin and Marco didn't say anything, but their curious eyes spoke volumes.

Jean told the two jokesters where they could stuff it, but Armin saw the faint blush on his cheeks as he opened his locker and stayed mum.

"What are you smiling about, Armin?" Eren asked.

Armin's gaze met Jean's for the briefest of seconds before he broke out into an innocent smile. "It's nothing. Hey, isn't that Mikasa over there?"

Both Jean and Armin watched smugly as Eren looked over his shoulder, not-so-subtly running a hand through his hair.

Eren whipped his head around when he realized that he had been set up, not amused. "Ha ha."

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"Gross," she commented, lifting the straw to her mouth. Jean followed her gaze to see what was going on in front of them (frankly because he wasn't paying much attention), and he felt his heart twist uncomfortably. Armin and Krista were holding hands, fingers laced together as they walked in the sand. Eren and Mikasa sat by the water, waves rushing forward to swallow their feet; she had her head rested on his shoulder, and he leaned his head against hers. From the looks of it, they were holding hands too. Great. Just fan-fucking-tastic.

"I don't even know why I'm here," Jean went back to his sketch of the ocean. They sat together on top of his car, a mutual silence carrying on between them up until Annie had spoken. He was honestly relieved that she decided to sit with him in the first place.

"Because I was not going to be forced to come here without you here to suffer with me."

Jean snickered. "Fair enough."

He felt her lean over after a while. "What are you drawing now?"

"Just a sketch," he muttered, shading in the shadows with his pencil.

Silence.

And then her hand came in his view, cupping over his sketch hand, which came to an abrupt standstill. He lifted his face to look at her, a snap ready to leave his lips only to swallow it back down. Their faces were close. Too close.

"I'm bored." She closed his sketchbook shut, taking his pencil with it. He didn't look to see where his beloved supplies went. "Entertain me."

He had nothing to say. On one hand, who the fuck does she think she is, taking his shit like that? But on the other...shit. He might as well start counting her eyelashes.

"Well, I could've drawn you but noo," he told her sarcastically with a huff, hands on either side of his legs. Like he'd admit that drawing her was ten times as better as drawing the stupid ocean and the stupid sunset with Eren and Mikasa being all lovey dovey and in the fucking way.

"Too bad," she gave him that mocking look of hers and he rolled his eyes and managed to finally look away. Look anywhere, anywhere but her. Or Armin. Or Eren. Or - fuck, I'm looking.

Slender fingers slipped into his warm grasp, fitting oh so smoothly through the gaps between his, and it took him a moment before he realized that Annie was now holding his hand. What the hell was she -? Did she not just say that this whole romantic thing was gross?

He will never understand women, and he sure as hell will never understand someone like Annie Leonhart. But he trained his eyes on the ocean and tried not to think about how right her hand felt in his, or how her touch made his heart race, or how he subconsciously gave her hand a squeeze and balanced their entwined hands on his knee.

"Still gross?" he checked to make sure, resting his cheek in his palm and using his alternate leg for balance, hiding his blush yet again.

"Fucking disgusting," she agreed, taking another sip of her blue slurpee.

And if he turned around to look at her right then, he would have seen her blush too.